Sister Satan declares, Elegy is liquid no it is air. Sister Satan declares, When poetry reinvents itself without words, I will be first in line to listen. Declares that when sex reinven...

In a digital dream or on the silver screen Invisible Sister said: Whenever sperm pours from my breas… I am forced to ask,

We must count in Babylon. Surely in Babylon we must count, count the days and the dead, the chambers of the palace, its stones, its steps, its

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...

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?

The laughter of the Sphinx caused my eyes to bleed The blood from my eyes flowed onto that ancient map of sand

Say that Ariadne spins the Nine… spins and sings them, the first for the body, the second for the p… the rest for the seconds, the minu… the hours of the day, the month’s…

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 ...

“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

O you in that little bark What is the relation of the painti… The painting bears no relation to… The tiny boat bears nameless people across

Write this. We have burned all th… Write this. We have burned all th… Write this. We have adopted their… dress Write this. A word may be shaped…

Beneath the writing on the wall is the writing it was designed to obscure. The two together form a third kind There is no writing

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...