Alfred Jarry
PA UBU.–Hornstrumpet! We shall not have succeeded in demolishing everything unless we demolish the...
PA UBU.–Hornstrumpet! We shall not have succeeded in demolishing everything unless we demolish the...
OK, I know what this is. A torch song. A wounded bello through the dionysian wilderness of longing and pain...
George Oppen was poorly served by early collected and selected editions of his poetry. I could never get a...
Idealist  Take the way of hips, of lips, of detergent hair, Of delinquent suggestion pursued in the dark...
The Ground Plan the ground plan is obvious here are eyes there exit signs deep confusion on the lower floors...
This is a variation of a poem I posted earlier, Fire, See the World Through the Eyes of Fire. Both are drawn...
If I could write one book as good as Charles Willeford’s Pick Up I’d put down my pen and feel...
Fire Day  he was naked all the year they came to talk and gaze and every city had no shame  they came to...