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To Isobel, or How You Do Not Want to Write a Poem
Her voice broke to a sobbing whisper, and as Billy opened his great, ragged arms and caught her to him he heard that whisper again, saying, «We're glad… glad… glad you’ve come back to us.»«And I… may… stay?"She raised her face, glorious in its welcome.«If...
Everlasting Ease (The Green Window Sequence)
An hot chocolate and a tea not much milk—no hope—no illusion PIZZA ROMA Rear lights—slow rush fading A lingering hoot stifling like OM HOTEL DE SULLY A few recordings A chair dragged on the floor On the left side of the HOTEL DE SULLY seeping through...
A Cut-Up Fragment Rearranged
«In any case, there wouldn’t have been any County Clerk if I had been sitting on my ass waiting for my “very own words”.» William S. Burroughs, «Les Voleurs» Un fiore disse il suo nome in un attimo d?afa. Madida strada, palme di rame? «La mia casa era...