Oh, but it is dirty! —this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with that match! Father wears a dirty, oil-soaked monkey suit that cuts him under the arms, and several quick and saucy and greasy sons assist him (it’s a family filling station), all quite thoroughly dirty. Do they live in the station?…
They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him: She gave me a good character, But said I could not swim. He sent them word I had not gone, (We know it to be true): If she should push the matter on, What would become of you? I gave her one, they gave him two, You…
He dwelt among ‘Apartments let,’ About five stories high; A man, I thought, that none would get, And very few would try. A boulder, by a larger stone Half hidden in the mud, Fair as a man when only one Is in the neighborhood. He lived unknown, and few could tell When Jacob was not free; But he has got…
Last year, I admired wines. This, I’m wandering inside the red world. Last year, I gazed at the fire. This year I’m burnt kabob. Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection. Now I am a lion staring up totally lost in love with the thing itself. Don’t ask questions about longing. Look in my…
Dear Doctor, I have read your play, Which is a good one in its way, Purges the eyes, and moves the bowels, And drenches handkerchiefs like towels With tears that, in a flux of grief, Afford hysterical relief To shatter’d nerves and quicken’d pulses, Which your catastrophe convulses. I like your moral and machinery; Your plot, too, has such scope…
Wingletting with the goldenscrawl Of its finest sinews, The grasshopper loaded its trailer-belly With many coastal herbs and faiths. “Ping, ping, ping!” tra-lah-ed the zingzinger. O, swanderful! O, illuminate! 1908-1909.
If I were fire, I would set the world aflame; If I were wind, I would storm it; If I were water, I would drown it; If I were God, I would send it to the abyss. If I were Pope, then I would be happy, For I would swindle all the Christians. If I were Emperor, do you know…
Dans l’adversité de nos meilleurs amis nous trouvons quelque chose, qui ne nous déplaît pas. [“In the hard times of our best friends we find something that doesn’t displease us.”] As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From Nature, I believe ’em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky. I like to think (right now, please!) of a cybernetic forest filled with pines and electronics where deer stroll peacefully past computers as if they were flowers with spinning blossoms. I…
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony – and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea. I know thou takest…
