#AmericanWriters
Early night and the evening bus Passing with a new wreath around Its straggled head. The push cart Halts and fifty pineapple eyes sta… Into the invalid light. We move
On a wall shadowed by lights from… is the screen. Icons come to it dr… and their eyes reflect the journey… eyes reach from level earth. Narra… the room where the screen waits su…
I won’t let anybody take a drink out of this barrel of tears I’ve collected from you. Least of all another woman.
sound opens sound shank of globe strings… something like images are here opening up avenues to view a dome a distant clang reaches the edific…
There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,
Unreasonable lenses refract the sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwell… climes where twist burrow and snee… a native species into houses
After so many hours spent in the r… One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be f… And whether the weather will be fi… To begin.
Since I’ve decided to revolutioni… since ” decided ”
That there should never be air in a picture surprises me. It would seem to be only a picture of a certain kind, a portrait in p… or glue, somewhere a stickiness
Words after all are syllables just and you put them in their place
There we go in cars, did you guess… Carrying the till, memorizing its… apt at the essential such as rearr… languages. They occur from route t… like savages who wear shells.
The world is going upstairs and some people of whom Frederick Kiesler didn’t approve
In the past we listened to photogr… Alive, active. What had been dist… Pushed us forward, emptying the… Erasure. In the city of X, they lived toge…
I go separately The sweet knees of oxen have press… ghosts with ingots have burned the… it is the dungaree darkness with C… where the westerly winds