#AmericanWriters
I go separately The sweet knees of oxen have press… ghosts with ingots have burned the… it is the dungaree darkness with C… where the westerly winds
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,
Since I’ve decided to revolutioni… since ” decided ”
There we go in cars, did you guess… Carrying the till, memorizing its… apt at the essential such as rearr… languages. They occur from route t… like savages who wear shells.
Early night and the evening bus Passing with a new wreath around Its straggled head. The push cart Halts and fifty pineapple eyes sta… Into the invalid light. We move
There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position
I won’t let anybody take a drink out of this barrel of tears I’ve collected from you. Least of all another woman.
Pieces clung to bedclothes. In th… Grass covered the dream of a serpe… dream turned into an opera. It was the opera that made the dre… in any country, could be Antarctic…
In the past we listened to photogr… Alive, active. What had been dist… Pushed us forward, emptying the… Erasure. In the city of X, they lived toge…
The world is going upstairs and some people of whom Frederick Kiesler didn’t approve
sound opens sound shank of globe strings… something like images are here opening up avenues to view a dome a distant clang reaches the edific…
Unreasonable lenses refract the sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwell… climes where twist burrow and snee… a native species into houses
The simple contact with a wooden s… recovered itself, began to spread… as it lay sprawling to consider th… patience looked at grief, where wa… eyes curled outside themes to sear…
Words after all are syllables just and you put them in their place
After so many hours spent in the r… One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be f… And whether the weather will be fi… To begin.