#AmericanWriters
Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head
It is almost three I sit at the marble top sorting poems, miserable the little lamp glows feebly I don’t glow at all
It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches
Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies get them out of the house so they… know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good f…
You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room.
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in.
Now that our hero has come back to… in his white pants and we know his… trembling like a flag under fire, we see the calm cold river is supp… our forces, the beautiful history.
Now when I walk around at lunchti… I have only two charms in my pocke… an old Roman coin Mike Kanemitsu… and a bolt-head that broke off a p… when I was in Madrid the others n…
Wet heat drifts through the aftern… like a campus dog, a fraternity gh… waiting to stay home from football… The arches are empty clear to the… Except for the leaves: those lashe…
After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousne… you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and…
Did you see me walking by the Bui… I was thinking of you having a Coke in the heat it was y… I saw on the movie magazine, no it… I was thinking of you
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshin… because I will get off the 4:19 in… at 7:15 and then go straight to di…
is even more fun than going to San… or being sick to my stomach on the… partly because in your orange shir… partly because of my love for you,… partly because of the fluorescent…
Am I to become profligate as if I… as if I were French? Each time my heart is broken it ma… (and how the same names keep recur… list!), but one of these days ther…
You do not always know what I am… Last night in the warm spring air… blazing my tirade against someone… interest me, it was love for you that set m…