Back in the Dam
I revert to type (as usual) stumbling around the dingy brown bar on the other side of the Atlantic. Two educated lesbians grill me on my understanding of Ulysses.
“Do you really ‘get it’ tho?”
I pause, taken aback. “It’s like The Waste Land. I don’t really care about getting it. I just care about enjoying [...]
Howling at the MOON
i saw the best minds of my generation stilled by insane hatred left
hatred of music
hatred of clothing
hatred of self reflected against self other paths
seen not taken frightening out
of the ghost cell centered in the chest dropped down and identifying the self with the
MOON
phasing three quarters gone waxing the source of reflected light waning losing [...]
