The Logic of Contradictions A logical principle is said to be… or formal proposition because it c… nothing to the premises of the arg… governs. This leads to the logic o…

He says this red as dust, eyes as literal self among selves and picks the coffee up. Memory is kind, a kindness, a kind of unlistening, a grey wall even toward which you move. It ...

Here, Sister, it can be said that good-by means hello, day night, far near, here where the rivers run uphill and the clouds lie still

I was blind then, then a thread, then an effigy sledding toward the sun. Then a child falling unnoticed through space and into the sea, a painting of the sea. Dear Sister, your sisterho...

(for Sarah when she’s older) The round and sad-eyed man puffed… he were alive. Gillyflowers to the left of the apple, purple b… and a grass-covered hill behind.

Oh, body, where are you going, body of the earth, lost double, lost copy of the body mute body of yesterday in tomorrow’s shredded cloth?

It is the role of the lovers to se… In the palm garden at night they s… and read by the light of the book. Syllables, particles of glass, the… The two, invisible– transparent– i…

What I did not say was that within this tiny book, this 1” x 1” x 1” cube, there was but one word. It was not even an unusual word, rather one people once used all the time as a call or...

So, Alyosha, maybe it is true that we live in perhaps. Perhaps the earth . . . perhaps th… chemical winds, auroras, tides, chalk hills and blistered pines

Now I see them sitting me before… There’s noise and laughter. Someb… mentions that hearing is silver before we move on to Table One with the random numbers. I look do…

“I said darkling and you said spar… The play-house appears before us as a real house in the dark filled with people cut out of magazines and postcards

Bury me in a cocoa pod, it’s time. Bury me in a Mercedes Benz, a silver one, I’ve met my end. Bury me in a lobster shell, a carapace of red, now I’m dead.

Let’s see, how could you describe this to a listener? How can I describe this to our listeners? My head is in a steel vise I have been on a long voyage—a sea voyage—I have been trave...

Singing is prohibited in this café… Torture is permitted in this café. I’ll have a double, thank you, in time, Sister, may I call you Sister, you

I returned a book to John Ashbery last week. It was 1” x 1” x 1”, a perfect cube. “Gee, Michael, you’ve had that book for twelve years. What took you so long?” “It was surprisingly dens...