Friday, 11/09/2018

flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives


It's HEDLEY!

ntodd

November 9, 10:47 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I laid awake and dreamt of ships

Tears, Oily Tears . . .

Crying is a habit with me.
You mustn’t mind: onions make me
smog
headlines in the Daily News,
not getting enough sleep
going to the movies and not going.
Fear of getting bawled out by people shorter than me,
animals in zoos,
deserted buses late at night,
teargas, hunger, frustration
sob
and, oh, yes,
superfluous lines of verse and great beauty
move me to tears,
sliding out of me like oil
out of an over-oiled electric fan

James Schuyler.

ntodd

November 9, 7:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)