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Both crude and captivating, locker-room macho and delicate, those poems are consistently singularly marked through formal ingenuity and stylistic ?lan. A deeply felt and unique collection, this paintings knows that (as its epigraph, within the phrases of Diderot, insists) “there is somewhat testicle on the backside of our so much elegant emotions and our purest tenderness.”
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Empyreal, Empirical. * I am things in things. * She loves me and he loves me. A love-me knot. * 50 Still still. * Language. Gag. 51 And Your Nightgown Is White: After Salvatore Quasimodo And you stare me down; and your nightgown is white, and one white breast — your left — exposed. And the white moon’s white light lightly strokes your shoulders; it exceeds me. Words, words, words that once worked to hearten this existence have since deserted Life’s circus. Yet what is the wind that descends upon our bed certain nights of March — a wind that has me turn to you, and return to you, as if for the first time?
She invited me upstairs for coffee. Res not verba. * Omit. Obit. * 49 It was a day like any other. Other. * Misp laced. * Little. A little later. * Empyreal, Empirical. * I am things in things. * She loves me and he loves me. A love-me knot. * 50 Still still. * Language. Gag. 51 And Your Nightgown Is White: After Salvatore Quasimodo And you stare me down; and your nightgown is white, and one white breast — your left — exposed. And the white moon’s white light lightly strokes your shoulders; it exceeds me.
Hickock Asked his students to write a short paper on A favourite poem — Frost and Emerson Had nothing on “Pressed Rat and Warthog” (Cream), so I skipped class, I flipped-off school. Chase the dream: sex, drugs, booze. Be cool. Hop the magic carpet, ride the La-la high to the stars; Be somebody, Bob Alan Deal. , but it’s a pleasure to meet you. 29 III – The Midnight Gardener of the Santa Monica Mountains A cannibal, a King — of Borneo, and in love With a serf — and, a serf myself, too — previous Incarnations — Wahtoshi — White Horse — The Stone Pony — and Ziggy Charlemagne — Each of me connected like a Vivid-girl daisy chain.