#AmericanWriters
what was the moment of coition lik… come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of th… square suns walled in by darkness from the cry…
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together...
I would you were the hollow ship fashioned to bear the cargo of my… the unrelenting glove hurled in defiance at our blackest… or that great banner mad unfurled
My soul has suffered breaking on t… Flogging with lead, and felt the t… Of barbèd hooks and jagged points… Peine forte et dure, slow burning… Blinding and branding, stripping o…
O ye who claim to be our loyal fri… Come now and build for us a funera… And lay our emptied bodies on the… Pray for our souls, murmur your sa… And while the gold and scarlet fla…
I, The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby re...
The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole
X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious...
You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage. You are tame as canarie...
(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standar...
Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of th...
An Arab beats upon a kettle drum, And tuneless is the wailing of the… As on the sands a slavegirl execut… Her dance of wantonwild delirium; Her body swaying like a pendulum
Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the
You’ve slipped from out your eveni… Before the polished lookingglass,… Unclasping frail corsage, while yo… Your blushing charms. Your waywar… Intrigue, as slowly you remove the…