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July 8 or July 9, the eighth surely cetainly 1976 that I know Awakening in western New York blurred barely moing sopping dawn Globules face to my face, a beautiful fac not min: Baudelair's skul Force fate will and you being you: a p�nter you drink Your Ovaltine and climb to the city roof "to nd a view, and I being whover I am get out of bd holding my cock and go to piss Then to the kitchen to mak coe and tost with jam and s out The window two blu jays ripping something whit while from my mother's Room the radio purls it plays all ight she leaves it on to hea The midnight news then sleps and dozes until day which now it is Wakening today in green. mor gray why did your lithe blondnss In Remsen handsomness mix in my mind with Baudelaie's skul? which Stands for strength and ercness the dedication of the aist? How asily I could b in love with you who do not lik to b touched, And yet I do not want to be in love with you nor you with m Strange business th chinky Chinaman said and from th kitchn window T Mo of Poem
he jas ae fatte than an jas I eVe saw ee and hann In a palo oo n fa-o helsea I'm lad thee s a Watecolo of me n lue shos, sttin sde a lack Brinnic And a eenlass-shaded student lamp and a lass of deep ed wne Ru wne the thoat of a hummnd hann on speedn Wns n ece lue delphnum depths I thnk Aout thos o lue jas, lke me, too chu, and audelaie's skull, hat sees n the tatteed mon the passn of he lost and ndent, the lost, the wa the da when I aose Seemed lost and tash-pckn fo a meatless mosel, a stnkn one, such as n ths een unloel llae one ned nee Seek o fea and ou descend to ou studo lean on o oof he ehalation of audelae's mae of teo whch s ot teo ut the asts ou) detemnaton to e ston o see thns as the ae too ece and et not too much n Weste ew Yok, wh audelae In helsea, wh not Smle, ul da Wh dd audelae ande n Don't I loe Hene moe O Walt Whtnan, Walt o, the come to m death ed and one one take m hand And sa, So lon, old man, and who was t who n the af Montana told, told , In all seousness, that the tiumph of Ms S, futue Duchess of W, was that he sa she's a ccus n ed I lke to dwell on that, the caed lons And the whps, all-alancn seals, And now, 260
he jas ae fatte than an jas I eVe saw ee and hann In a palo oo n fa-o helsea I'm lad thee s a Watecolo of me n lue shos, sttin sde a lack Brinnic And a eenlass-shaded student lamp and a lass of deep ed wne Ru wne the thoat of a hummnd hann on speedn Wns n ece lue delphnum depths I thnk Aout thos o lue jas, lke me, too chu, and audelaie's skull, hat sees n the tatteed mon the passn of he lost and ndent, the lost, the wa the da when I aose Seemed lost and tash-pckn fo a meatless mosel, a stnkn one, such as n ths een unloel llae one ned nee Seek o fea and ou descend to ou studo lean on o oof he ehalation of audelae's mae of teo whch s ot teo ut the asts ou) detemnaton to e ston o see thns as the ae too ece and et not too much n Weste ew Yok, wh audelae In helsea, wh not Smle, ul da Wh dd audelae ande n Don't I loe Hene moe O Walt Whtnan, Walt o, the come to m death ed and one one take m hand And sa, So lon, old man, and who was t who n the af Montana told, told , In all seousness, that the tiumph of Ms S, futue Duchess of W, was that he sa she's a ccus n ed I lke to dwell on that, the caed lons And the whps, all-alancn seals, And now, 260
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Goldon and meet Mr Tepolo n The qure, or Longh, Guard, or am I mxng up my date omebody wa older Than omebody and Goldon went o to France on another gray mong n Whch the crowd too thckly on thee vllage lawn Chetnut Hll oad, But the blght cme and there are no chetnut; the bght came, and there Are no elm only pruce nd maple, maple aplng prngng up n hedge, A knny weed, ad th weed, th wld yelo ower lower and arger than A buttercup, not lacquer yellow, more the yellow of a marh margold, mea Lke t, though not o large, not nearly o large, prnkled n the weedy Wldower lawn, for God ake, hat your name Wll you have the watermelon And the ced coee, dear Comrade, leave me read my T" She et The dhe out ut o, a though to pleae me and to pleae her, a rght Way to do thng and that w he doe them The watermelon freh And good and behnd th grunt of word I ee you, Baudelare mak mak your your gn, Leg apart, addreed to your eael, queezng out the tube of ol Whoe name you know what that green you ue o much of, that eem to Devour telf Nor can I qute forget what omeone ad I got her number: T Mo of Pe
Why dd yu te hm hmsexuaty s a neuss?' I sad, She sad She ddnt say t, but she dd Had t acheve wth s much nfmatn vaabe, s ttle t be beeved Last Juy was an nfe, tempests f Ran, then seaed gass, ths Juy vecast wth httsh httsh aftens aftens I Begudge that fa- sand n Penbsct Bay, mssy waks and wn Fwe Ce, cy swms n eay mng pebbe beaches, the sme f junpe Whee my dead best fend w aways wak besde me, stde ahead f me When I wak wth yu, a I see s the hees f yu sneakes wee Yu bued n yu sneakes Of cuse nt thugh n a tende jke yu wee nsegay tssed n the cn but ths s nt yu pem, yu pem I may Neve wte, t much, thugh t s thee and needs nly t be wtten dwn nd ne day w and f t snt t desnt matte the tuth, the absute Of feeng, f knwg what yu knw, that s the pem, ke he huse f sae bued a uxuance f vewn fundatn pantng css the steet upn ths h (taus, ctneaste), the dct has me Patents n Bua he mved thee Id athe stay hee and stave, wel, St f stave yesteday I tpped n a scatte ug and sam ful ength, he wnd kncked ut f me Sha I ca a dct? Pease dnt tak e yu hut? Can I hep yu? Shut the fuck up I thught I'd smashed My kneecapyu knw, ke when yu ealy wham yu funny funn y bne, ny Me sbut I gt up and fet ts nthng 262
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An almost autumn sky a swimming pool awash with cinnamon and gentian (The sky's the swmming pool that is) why is each day dawning so like? Overcst Or gray choose one and hen there was the just beforemoing elecric storm Night bere last two killed by bolt in a Batavia park my room lighting up Bright enough to read by Fear no more the heat of the sun nor he allDreaded thunderstone nny lightning doesn't scare me any more it thrils o long as I'm indoors in bed by preference wih pillows und which to tuck My head against the louder claps Im very brave Then a shovelful of earh Is thrown into the open grave and rattles on the con Oh goodbye goodbye I want to go away into that blue or dark or cerain or uncertain land: why Cant we know that it is here and here we'll meet and grow in friendship As we have here? You know that Austrian operetta dont you The L of ? That is not what I mean Im often happiest walking crosstown on a bright Ad icy day when up above mre's-tails sprkle and I stop to inspect the jk In junkshop windows and pass on feasting my eyes on what to me is beefy Handsomeness sexiness I dont want it really just to recollect or think My that's nice warm esh on a cold ·cold day today July coun edge There's lmost a chill and the knee I fell on throbs more than Yesterday What a drag Michael Lally is a e poet and looks straight Into your eyes I know someone else who looks deep into your eyes and under The curly hair the lies are manufactured Mostly 264
i delihs me like A ace he need o damaie o make ou Oh was beauiul oh he ms Famous men all ell o me and slipped i up my cooe ve seen em a! believe you dea Moe kinds o conies han spuce ow On his hill wish knew hei names have a iend a boanis Wh could ell hem me one by one Fank lves in London Teace and his s he Londn Teace soy Thees somehn called he Pison ne When someone childen mosly oes say munchin in he woods and es sick _The dcos se he phne wies ashin hspials hoiculual Gadens inomed New Yok was 3 am my iend was asleep London Teace The phone O in iinia a youn man had quaeled Wih his amily so he wen ou in he yad and aheed caso beans They have a had shell and i you swallw hem like ha hey pass Hamlessly huh He cushed hem s Eih is a lehal dose He Picked en A youn man in iinia Wha happened said induce iin m sue i was lae Did he die? " don know Ted o check back bu couldn make conac And a ha caso Oil hey used o pou dwn me when was a kid! Piy he youn iiian And sill is chill and vecas and in he aeon we wen nex do T ea a house d lived nex do o oy yeas and neve been inside O no nce bee Ms B, he dead he ome wne wasn much 25
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Eneraining high-school boys. She died mad her little hands clenched in Monkey sts and wouldn't eat her od Her husband the arborist he's Gone too and handsome Larry crushed by a car against the back wall of a garage; Die die die and only pray the pain won't be more than you can bear But What you must bear �you will I've known a murderer(or two): or were They only bragging? Not everyone is quite so nice as my gentle Grandma Ella Sleeping away o there in Albert Lea Minnesota where even the lake Is named Lake Alber Lea: who was he? A surveyor it seems to me: you can See he lake in this snapshot of my mother kneeling on the lawn using Her turned-over hat to hold a big bunch of seet William: stop stirring The rice and come ith me to Maine and we'l settle once for all which Is woundwort and which Jilloverheground but you're painting or sketching In big charcoal strokes what will become a painting I'm posing seated By the tall window and the Ming ree and look out across the Chelsea street And up to where a handsome muscular man in just a towel leans out into The snow (it isn't always uly you know) to see what's going on my heart Goes pitapat but you you won't even down your brsh and take a peek I call that dedication painting stirring rice scooting o To see the great Arletty Garance: busy busy: happy happy? Sometimes I think so surely hope so perhaps what I mean is happier happier 2
Plnged in work, soring o yor head: Bonjo d am lile Macel Pros" I ake he sbway, hen he cross own bs, he small Rembrand On he wall," has raher grand, yo know, however small, and o he collecion Now is added one by yo and ha oo is pleasing and no ngand Jly Days pass, he bshes slide and pll he pain o yor win_ dow Do he roses bloom I hope so: how I love roses! Bnches of roses on The dining able, Georg Arends, big and silver pink wih sharply Ben-back pels so he peals make a poin. Or aiegaa di Boloa, sreaked and eaked in raspberies and cream, A few gahered ino an amehys wineglass nohing like i and I Love hem, no over ye early in ly, his cold Jly, he grass for once Is no overmown, b o he mower is se oo close, i fsraes Me. Typing in my ndershors, m cold abroad, England, France, Denmark, Germany (oh yes, and Ialy), heyve had a for-week hea wave and A drogh The pasres for he cows are all brn o, only he grapes In France are happy, wha a bonanza here will be, wine, rch and gapy, No rea, las, for hose who don imbibe: rich as hose Poire robes And dresses I wen o see in he cellar of he Fshion Ins A brown ha isn prple, gamboge, celadon lined wih ade, fa fr cs, Trbans sck wh black aigees, lxry an w: ell me, yo w know, Wha is ha bird big as a dck has no a dck on he grass wih a black 27
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Bib and dark tan stripes is it a kind of dove or pigeon? What would I gain By knowing? Like West 20th Street, West 22nd Sreet a white high rise at Number 360 'here the _Inteational Supermarket nestles? And the Seminary Enclosing a court of grass and trees dark green-smelling cut-out shapes on The evening we took our stroll there. Nearby the sadomasochistic bars With men in nails and boots and leather and the heavier sort of denim, Clanking keys, the rsky docks: youd be well advised to keep Away from a lot of it of course is just r show (children playng Dress-ups) but some of it is more, how you say, for real I saw a mans Back where someone had played ticktack-toe with a knife. His w has Left him "Have some speed makes you feel real sexy get away om me you Poet with no talent only a gft to destroy when our best poet was invited To review one of your little oerings I said, "Wont it be lke Reviewing your reection in an oil slick? So many lousy poets So few good ones Whats the problem? No innate love of Words no sense of How the thing said Is in the words, how The words are themselves The thing said: love, Mistake promise auto Crackup, color petal, The color in the petal Is merely lght And thats refraction 2
A wod has he poem A blackish-ed nasuium. Roses shed on A kichen oo, a Cool and scened bed To loll and oll on I wish I had a ose O buey aoo: Bu whee Hee on My o my inne Thigh small, whee Only he happy fw Migh see i? Ill Nee foge ha Moing mn, naked o The wais a pize Figh buckle on his Bel (Panama) and Flying high on each Pecoal a bluebid On an sky skin I Waned o ea him up No such luck Eas 28h See 1950. How he oses pass. I wish I wee posing on Wes 22nd See, seaed by a window and he plns, While you bush makes whols in you painy palee and I wach see and kids skim on skaeboads: is summe, is July, O else is wine, Decembe Januay Febuay and he kids ae gloed and Bundled up and is snowbll-ghng ime: Gonna ub you face in i! and Does and one beaks loose and uns cying home In he highes window of A house acoss he see a Geman shephed ess his paws on he sill and Hangs his head ou gazing down gazing down, gazing down nd aking in he scene: 29
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ggy moing wile e rain Comes and goes Id like o live in T-sir and undersors Bare ee my Danis silver can a gi rom e one wo maered mos one as las yeas roses (Souvenr de la �almaison a Ill never agan Fall asleep wi my ead on is ces or soulder a kind o bugs me and Picures linger clearly ouside e Hoel Celsea e sood across Te sree in weed a snappy dresser ee apar ead urned In an Iris prole olding n nglis aac case looking or A cab o Madison Avenue lae as usual lookng rg ou o a bandbox s usual. I won make a caalogue o all e · imes we were ogeer I Remember us one more slim and muscular you come ou o e sower Wrap a owel around your wais and lean on e wasbasn wi one Hand en squring oxzema saving oam o smer on your Sarpboned ace and save. Wilkinson Inecor Green eyes in e Medicine-ces mirror. ou sad m sorry everyng us go oo Fucked up Tank ou or e book Tas wa I ge. Was i wor i On e ole I ink i was. Toooo oosie goodbye Te low nd seamless cloud is over us e lere is o i Moing sky again day aer day bu oday is breakroug day e sun Bus roug en goes away en reus more brigly a breezy coolness A e window and a my back sirs e Peperomia e grass ere and acrss 27
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The seet (HOUSE FOR SLE almost glares a law mower makes ts heay hum Adacg ad retreatg a dace a reel sweet Jesus ts my ephew Mke mowg hs anys law Mke come ad hae a Coke " Wll Ucle Jm soo as Im doe he wears a Ace adage o a elow where He cracked t caoeg at scout camp last week. e lkes to Sk hekes to wrestle he has a tespeed ke he lkes to shoot small Gne the elds ad wood ehd ther house o the other sde o tow Where you get the est ews o the susets olet laced wth orage ad Whte rtters kmoo colors oh I saw those ays aga at daw Tearg at somethg whte ad the somethg whte was a whte petua the ays Are real workers at ther o ad he petua row s shredded almost All away tall ad setel aoe whats let o them a dese row o lles Log ud soo to loom wth ther oxy adolescet grl smell repellet Yet sexy ad crotchcallg audelare Id lke to share a ppe with You (we could oth wear gloes or ear o the tch ad I would e a eteeth Cetury dady dud smellg strogly o alla ea dd you kow that Valla s a orchd? Ad so are you my cute reekg o poppers I the parlor car Southampto oud you must hae had qute a ght o t At the saua tell me what you dd you dd? Oh wow Jmmy you sad dot tell Ayoe you hae syphls O course Im gog to tell X I hae o secrets From hm; ayway Ie alread told Y ad Z, they 272
didn't take it big and Laughed when I said they should have blood tests." I told in a skylit room and he was, to my surprse, cross, unsympathetic, in fact Disgusted: it was all out of his range, the range of Things that happen to foks you know You must be· more careful About catching syphilis, When you had your accident I didn't say be Mor careful of geting hit by trains," and If I'm to have any sex At all to do so I must run a risk (back in the Turkish-bath days) no One stayed mad, I got well, and when I went to my doctor for my last Injection I walked in on his wake Wihin a week his aide had killed Himself, his wife had bued to deah in her living room, all on morphine nd my doctor had cared, had tred to care r them all, others too In the cool insistent sun of ts changed day Scotland has gone away, weste New York is, it seems back to staybeneath the norh window I see out of when I Look left, large leaves of Solomon'sseal make light and shadows on themselves Moved by air, the air is ke the grayhared strding slimwaisted Man who went hrough the automatic doors yesterday afteoon at the store ahead Of e I wanted to tap s shoulder nd say, Excuse e, I'm sure that we have Met were you in the class of 41 ?" Instead I grabbed a cart, went wheelng up and down the aisles trying to get a front view of him and see how he was Hung and what his ce was like. But when I reached my goal e was wearng (I surmise Jockey shors (I curse the inventor of
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Book on the parlor table and i was Linbergh's W how can I know that? I couldnt read: someone told e no doubt and no doubt it was Virginia Gold, she was a schoolteacher, Im prety sure. I dont remember much about Her except her bluebe muns and later she and my moher had A terrible quarrel on he telephone�the harsh and hateful voices made me Sick-and never met again Mr Gold drove us in a Model T or Touring car to catch a tran and in the Union Station my father, Mark, was waiting For us heavy, jolly, wellread man, youve been gone a long timeMore than thrty years-and time I suppose has swept all the Golds Under the carpet too But I forgot one of the best days at the n: The women put their bonnets on and I went with them up a hot dusty road To elds with rock outcrops (watch out for snakes) and gathered poke Weed Fried ham and pokeweed, and, in New Bruswick, a side order of Fiddlehead fes. Europe bores me it's too late: I mean Im too late Ive been here: no, it isn't that: I love architecture more than anyhing, Beini and Palladio and La1rana, a certain church in Venice, Mauro Coducci, Buonarroti's windows on the Farnese Palace Architecture? What about Donatello and della Quercia, Canova and Verroccho, the Pisani Music and dancing, acting: the Grand Canal in autumn after a week of rain: The water pours om mountains and tus mlky green, the toursts And the vapid rch leave and you are left with 2
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Land youd ke but can't qute beleve n ageless, mmortal, speedy Here n Vermont, chasng rabbts, havng a wonderful roll n the horse sht �um! Good!" Whppoorwll! Wt have you done (Hs Masters Voce), the Graceful tal curling down and n between hs legs can a curl down Shamecedly Hs could, and he could strew a house wth trash, leave An unnvtng mess on stairs Surprse! Surprse! or the nght I ce n And found between me and my bed the contents of a three-pound box Of the chocest candy a cheval-deise of chocolates and, Most beautful of all, on a long long lawn running, racng as whppets Are bred to do and leapng straght nto Kenwards arms, who Casually closed them qute an act! (hat moment n Seee when the dancer soars across the stage, tus, legs n extenson, ull n the male dancers face and he clasps her By the wast. They eeze atrca. Ncky. es, that whppet s The one I nomnate for teestral mmortalty They sy that when The moon s dark a thn whte dog goes racng up and down Apple Hll, ou see the whte scuts of deer y o to hde, the skunks Scuttle under madenhar, a pond reects the nght andths s the scary part Out of the transpcuous gloom a dog named Nghtngale Materalzes. I wouldnt lve there i you pad me." Love, ove Is mmortal Whppoorwll, I know that. How can I know that? God knows, I may be dumb
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Of eversting on my dressing tbe Id ike to dump it out: I hte the e Of their ppery sti pets: why fe it hen Cnt hep mysef, fe, ee) Rin ths morning I iked it more thn su, if I were younger I woud hve Rn out nked in it, my hir fu of Pre, chied nd oving it, censed, Reeshed, t one with quince nd ppe rees.As it ws it ws enough to Sit nd et nd wtch it, wet wevings of summer morning, nd to stop My mother om samming ever window nd shutting out �the sme The sweet, sweet sweet sme of moing rin, in your nose on bre skn "Dnt shut tht window it isnt coming in We, it might come in nd Im the one who w hve to cen it up Sm.I open it gin his Rin w ast bout thirty seconds (it did), Im wtching it nd i It srts to bow in I cose the window. ee you do nd you cn Mop it. I red bout Brin Goode he et Oympic teen Age swimmer nd fee ike smshing dshes (never forget the mong when Moher yeled, "Dont you re throw tht ight bulb t me! I didnt I Smshed it on the w when youre sound seep and someone ynks the Covers o . )Two peope obstinte s mues, who ove ech other: I wonder Sf ·bout deth I ughed too nd sid, m redy to go ny time. W, immy she sid: "No I men it. I wish it ws 1938 or 39 gn 282
and Bee was seepng Wth me n the tent at the back of the yard the tme we got up In the starry nght and went downhl, down Oean Road, dowhl agan And through the pasture where the cows coughed and exhaed warm breath, Barefoot among the cow ops (Dutchmans razors) and stands of thstes and Buttercups the cows wont eat i youre not a f boy, comng up aganst A cow the sze of a batteshp s not unnerng) (now what was the name of that boy, the cowfucker, Who ed down Oean Road To each hs own), sharp cropped dewy grass between toes to where Caznoa Creek made a bg bend and the wam and muddy water was deep enough to swm n.Starghted sent Rppes as you stroke the thck back shapes aganst the black are od bg trees Bee cmbs Up nto one and des nght ar s oudy shattered by a spash the crash when the curtan rses In La Tavaa on Act One Voetta s hang an at home we dont hae towes and stand on the cay Bank to et the ar d us o, grabbng at each others cock ony, t not that knd of frendshp Mosty because Berne was Cathoc and worred about cofesson and such me, n thse days I was randy most A the tme The back doorbel rngs: ts the aundry ad, hes got my sacks, a buck twenty-e, Hes funny-faced, sknny and muscuar, red-god har, and, sgh, wears a broad pan weddng rng I make Myself sound ke a drty od man, a hound, aways on the sn the truth s I haent had se n oer a year And a half as Ethe sang Whe he ly ma i he wld Yu ae abu Tal f mebdy ele A Wal Ou . (Mr Coe Poter, and I
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in thers, yu were ne dumb xI insist, _ Thugh, yu were gted much mre than, smehw, yu culd let yursel knw: spending it in rivial Ways: n: hiding it under the sd, where yu culdn't nd r use itLve letters said t make dull Reading: I have ne rm yu that's as gd as Byrn, and n it yu wrte in yur weird hand, Im nt Ging t read this ver because i I d I'll tear it up I keep that letter but nly nce have I taken it Out and read it uch clgne in a shaving cutWhere are yu? I dnt want t knw (yes I d) Hw are yu? (wh cares?) did yu and yur wie divrce (that, I am curius abut splittng ater twentythree Years?) wh gt the pretty armhuse in Jersey where the ellw Japanse iris I gave yu ursh? and why did Yu keep saying n t a clump big white chrysanthemums? Splendid against deep grass at the end August, ast Unkillable, a perect perennial r a lazy gardener, which yu were (s am I), again, ld chum, gdbye: I Did a better b with Dnald, I winkled him ut an antique shp and back int lie and I didn't knw I'd Dne it until he tld me: they break yur heart and then they thnk yu: yur heart They break yur Balls and say, Yu really helped me: yu knw, was in love with yu; I think the rst, The very rst, Paul, the ne in high schl, later said, ater that winter Silent midnght walks in the deep snw, "I culdn't take it: it was t heavy yu put n t much Pressure: but I kept that letter yu wrte me in hat empty reezing huse: it tuched me Ever time He thught hed gt ut rm under I thught a new trick a dzen dark red rses r his mther (she, She was nice), "Paul, I'm very nd Jimmy I've invited him t dinner t help celebrate my birthday, that Must hae pissed him : I went thugh and enyed mysel: with Paul's parents, surprisingly, I was Never shy, bragging abut my Schuyler descent and h Alexander Hamiltn mrried (it wasnt me): r the dark Summer night when Beiewe were getting ld, plnning t g t Guatemala, we sill slept in the tentand 2
I crept int their darkened house and up the stairs and into Pauls room and woke im up he was furious but ot Dressed and came out to the Roycrof Inn and ot mildly drunk on n nd Squirt I knew it would work Pal was nuts about Berne. All Beie eer said about him was I saw your heartthrob the other niht At Kleinhans Music Hal I knew him by his piy little eyes Then one day (snap your ners, tap your toes It was oer I passed him on the street and looked at hm un sheepishly and said, Hi, Paul, he was startled into sayin Helo for the rst time in a year later, not much later but later, comparin notes on our st acquaintance Wit queer (ay if you prefer New York, he sad, One niht I hockd my one ood suit so I could o to the One Two Three Club and her Roer Stes play Cole Porter its cheap i you sit at the bar Im wel Aware dd you et picked up m not tellin which meant he didnt he was not ood-lookin enouh to ake it in tat keptboy crowd (between sets Roer Stes sat at his own table with the most beautiful sailor I eer sawon the nihts when I went there. We were sittin on a sofa, side by side and Paul reached out and Put his hand on my crotch and ddled with my y (the crust and ot the horselauh of his li He sure did Hae little piy eyes Lets take a walk to Stikn Pond O K., he sad he was a reaist in a Sickenin sort of way Years afteard he caled me at the Museum and said, Lets et toether I'd loe to But Im oin out of town a Museum show m workin on. Finis Paul, wth the peculiar cock, short, thick, Twisted, lumpy, like a piece of rotted rope (ie it to the oakm pickers Ill remember you one way, Sittin front of me in I wonder which class, with beautiful Patricia sittin in front of you and leanin Back while you slowly combed her hair. You were also Luther Smeltzers pet that I did not like it made Me ealous Mr Smeltzer, who opened windows for me on owerin elds and bays where the water reenly danced, Knid into waes by wind the day he disclosed Wliam Carlos Williams to us wrtin a short and seeminly Senseless poem on the blackb0 arde serched the collected
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oms and am nvr sur which it is (Wallac Stvns Mariann Moor Eizabth Bisho I ound or mys vn thn thr's a chanc that I was somwhat Smartr than Luthr Smltzr Who whr whn what and why his joualism lssons wr not too novl) nd tlling us about a book that basd its narrativ on Homr stram o consciousnss Dorothy Richardson tr class I askd whr could I gt that book? Chuckl chuckl whn you'r in collg it wil b tim nough In my quit way I nvr hav card much or hors shit so I wnt into Bualo to Otto Ubrich's book Sho whr John Myrs to whom th arts stand indbtd thn workd as a clrk You look intrsting: Hr's a co o my nw lttl magazin Upstate." I bought my book and hitchhikd hom Hiding what It was lik om old book burnr my stathr was an asy trick: "I hav to writ a book rort: its story about oor ol in Irland Dubin. Probably stinks to high hll its so lthy Hr Lt m s that book: h lad through it not knowig whr to look or Molly Bloom and tossd it at m: Still cant catch: go mow th lawn: I mowd th lawn On day in mrican history classtaught by Miss Pratt so old in 19 sh still wor hr hair a omadour combd u ovr a ratI was d in th clott Irish rhtorc (as Frak O'Hara said about Dylan homas "I can't stand al that Wlsh sit) whn a mmbr o th Footbal tam land ovr has th book that tlls it lik it is it is hothow did you gt hold o it? "I guss th sam way you did bright and sassy: but to b sokn to by a otball layr and on qual rms! and th shock that anyon would think I was rading it as o! his was art this was truth this Was bauty it was also laborious and dul but I lowd on. Whn I rst knw John shbry h slid m On o his ick tst qustions (w wr looking at a window u_ll o knittd ribbon drsss) I dont think Jams Joyc is any good: do you? hik what did I think I didnt know you wr wed not to lik Jams Joyc h book I suos is a mastric rdom o choic is bttr. hank you Littl J. in a
Popect of Flowe. Lat eenng Mke mowed the lawn agan n the lken dawn each leaf and blade and Needle boe t cytal dop damond cut nto peal-haped peect globe ( nee hae een a ound Damond why not d lke a few to attle n my pocket a change fom attlng change) and the lk Gew won and taned and ayed away and te un pped the doplet up not all at once no one at A tme a teady anhng nto the a wetenng ehenng en dewng the day. The day go by lke leae That fall n fall not yet oon o oon feel my death n cuent of damp on the back of my neck Flteed though a wndow ceen (a caement wndowceen open n the watche of the nght too lazy To make t to the ohn and take a moonlt p nto the tau) death my death oe ty yea and that hat am buldng towad. No cematon thank wom food ol enchment mulch. Anothe mong and hand you a hammeed le booch dppng ·et hed fom a team. Lke a cue n a Geek myth wate Not an n dop o team n heet wate old a that n a wnunng pool maely fall bendng the Thcktemmed oange lle to the gound tng oeown ga back fom coched tan to ucculent geen Culng (e nee notced th befoe) maple leae n on themele lke cupped hand and dclong Coal petole: that one ed leaf bu on n an. Hee a toy about Faeld Pote. A long long Tme ago he went to pant n the fay wood beyond the Double Beache on Geat Spuce Head land. He had h potable eael and wa weang oh neake hot a ht and a taw hat a fame hat. He Set up hop and got to wok: a ew of Bea land (owned by Buckmnte Fulle and h te Roe). t Wa a ne hot day o Faeld took o h clothe enoy what alty beeze thee wa and went on meang Maoge medum on h cana. Fom Bea land put out a owboat o a canoe ( cant emembe eeythng) n t a couple a man and a woman owng o paddlng oe the unny bouncng wate to the ocky pont beyond whee He wa pantng. Faeld thought of deng but on econd 287
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thought reected, This my island." Now he Was working the pigments into the medium The couple beached in a coign of the rocks, took ashore their lunch Hamper, and took o her clothes They were under fory and handsomely built They ate their lunch, basked In the sun and Faield forgot them as he went on painting After a rest, the stranger got up and left His mate to wander into the fairy woods (so named by Feld's German goveess when he was a child: because Of the silvery beards of moss that hung from the spruce), pckng and eating wild raspberries that ourish there He looked up and the naked men confronted each other Nobody said Hello, Goodbye Fine day or Whats Your name? He went back to hs woman, they dressed and returnd to Bear Island over the broken gleaming water Where seals snort and play Our painter, in his farmers hat, naked as a snake-to quote Wlam Faulkner Finished his painting, dressed and ankled home A winter or two later, in brash New York at a party, Faield Noticed a man across the room who kept ownng at hm The own broke into a smile, the smile broke into a in The man pointed at him: I know you: you're the man in the hat! I wih I could say they went on to become the Best of ends they didn't though I suppose they chatted: Hows Buckie? Hows Rosie? The painting? he painting did not tu out one of the best I thnk Kenneth Koch has t now Faeld's lfe was ll of Incidents like that, and he always carried them o with aplomb Like the time he ws canoeing naked and guess What got sunburned I lke think o sunb on a day like today rain in sheets and thunderclaps and Lightning bolts in the house the ghts icker on and o: we may go up n a sheet of ame: would th Rain put it out? Who knows? I wish I were paddling an Old Town canoe with red and peeling shoulders, bouncing Over and cutting through curlng and cy water: uent below me the giant seaweed called devil' s�apron, While there in the pebbly shallows o Landing Beach John gathers mussels to scour and beard with a wre Brush and an oyster knfe, t steam and serve hot in soup plates, rich with the salts of the sea Do you often
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Experience dj vu Jimmy Edwin aked me Why ye I ad (old Truthul Thoma). He and eorge exchanged look ike a nod That prove t t eemed to ay ot· o people beleve tht a pronene to dj vu that Strange and not unwondeul eelng I have experienced th thi ight thee tree thee bird heard the very Word you are aying beore or t a clck nto place and I know what you are about to ay Pleae Stop picking your noe: there you aid it: they ee thi a a ymptom o chizophrenia Hence The look between ie old Edwin (the color o lvery parchment and knowng eorge (whoe look were begnning To go it want dj v that told me they both were hung like talon: ony a ght ce o experience I wa eelin upet enough od know the anatorum door tood agape: but I ubcrbe to a mpler explanation One lobe o the brain regiter the event what in mple reaity i aid or happen or i een while the other Lobe take it n a plt econd an inniteimal plt econd later o n a ene there a real d vu Hal the bran ha experienced the experience: I have been here beore you have o knowitall eorge and Edwn can go crew themelve wth tlk o gla wheat Lke my dream th mong catng a pa over Thi part o the day (why did t have to top rainng Donald and Roy exchanged a harp glance it meant Jimmy i going over the hll: I let n pique and took the uncular down th andtone cl on ether Sde bunemen n hat and carryng biecae were uckng each other o n cavelke cubicle: on The unle beach the day ater a torm with creamng and wheeling gul and otam and jetam board Stuck wth bent and ru nal and wound with bladder wrack they-the border patrol the cop the uzzStopped me and aked to ee my pport: in my mind I could ee it n a dek drawer n an orange room In th land you cant orget your paort I tued and let them and they let me go I cmbed the gritty Step which oon penetrated the cl the rear entrance to a horrible apartment houe n the ronx to o orard coud only get wore I tued and ran back down
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Though, no the latter stil come abou jingleangle the day may pass Light eshly buttered on the ass. My mother goes o to the podiatrist: she has an ingrown toe nail ifs tuing black and looks inected My sister-inlaw will drive It hurt so much yesterday morning {Sunday) she almost ddn't go to church Unheard-o Ever weekend we have the same talk: Jim, woudnt you ke to come to church?" Sometimes Im ude and say Lay o!" Mostly I manage a polite No thank you" I wish you would. I wishes were horses then beggars could rde In other words Im not going to church I wouldt obect i you Want to go to the Catholic church" " I wanted to go to the Catholic church then I woud go As it happens I dont" Then why do I carry a rosay with me Partly because a hamad old woman gave me one (I have two, s it happens. You look like a good boy" she said here take this": a handul o beads and a dangling cucix I remember the beads slipping through my ngers decade ater decade, as the car spun east through Newport the luxuy Cottages, the cs, the sea: what happened to what I thought were my resolutons, praying in the Lady Chapel At St Patricks, going to Mss wth kindly Father Lynch, attending a lecture by Karl Ste, the Cathoc psychiatrst That was a tu-o: his idea o sin was certainy not mine: I have never been Sure about sin: wong, yes, but sin and evl, it al gets too glib, too easy Then meeting the head o Fordham, Like a handsome snake with George Rat hair (only silvey) who gave me the sh eye: except or Father Lynch I can Live without Jesuits I can live, it seems, without religion though I have never wanted to Brush in hand, Youve slipped out o my poem: I have such condence in your uture, in what youl create, with paint and Canvas, Cont crayo� and heavy paper views aces, a pier glass in a long room, a ence hung with roses out a Grden window: is the stereo playing, and i so, what The Ring, Scriabin moth-wing strokes o Sviatoslav Richters Steady ngers Here, I have no phonograph: televsion My mother watches {i.e, dozes o while I sit and read
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The Olmpics were n marelos slowmotion ndewater shots replas o swimmers arms and sholders Fleing and plling and the t and psh o the wall the high divers leaping and spinning to straighten And smoothl slice the water; the gmnasts the reenearold girl rom Rmania who cold do nthing anthing she pleased delightl enchanting and how the crow went wild when the Rssian weight Liter broke the Olmpic record and then cme back to break all other eisting records: Hes the strongest Man in he world!" the annoncer sqealed Laes and gentlemen, ove jst seen him the worlds strongest Man!" His voice broke in his ecitement Then horses and hrdles and Princess Anne her horse was too eist to Handle: the roal amil decorated a bo the Qeen Prince Philip th Prince o Wales hs brothers: a Closep shot: m mother came to long enogh to sk Does the Qeen have an chldren" And dozed o again I switch to Mod : Adam Greer (plaed b Tige Andrews) is shot b almost invisible poison pellets: He passes ot on the grass: will Pegg Lipton and Clarence Williams III nd ot what the poison is in Time to obtain an antidote It seems lkel. Bt what o painting oh o who paint on West 22nd Street Yore not mch o one or writing letters are o Bt then o said o werent so I cnt complain No More am I. A bnle o postcards all o them dll sits and has sat on this desk or das This ateoon I mst Mail them to o Bt it looks like rain! Not again I wish I cold send o a bndle o orange lilies To paint The standand leanin a row at the top o a wall b the drive. Ther anthers are so delicatel Hng that jst walking past makes them swing and i the brsh or clothes te leave brown stains Wake p In the ·night ater midnight and open the casement screen and std the road gliding downhill brightl Lighted b a misshapen hal moon almost white scooped ot o lemon ice How can macadam or is it called Asphalt or blacktop) retrn this lnar light as a river or creek might On ths qiet smalltown sreet Whose car coas qiel p the hill at this late hor Reting
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Writen dow someplace, and if I haven't "you can tell me. When you read this oem you wll have to decide Wich of the yous are you I tink you will have no trouble, as you rise om your chair and take u your Brush again and scrub in some green, that articular green, whose name I cant remember Thank God the Sky cleared: I tink its tonight that the moon is Round and white as oaque ice, hung from a sky hook Over a city avenue, tonight, riding slowly u a rural sky, a wheel of Gounandise with the foil eeled o, smelling Sweetly of cherries, the colorless side of a Royal Anne cherry, shedding light erhas, erhas with a ring on The blue-serge night: does a ring arod the moon orend ran? I bet it does, I bet it will, this dank and Somber summer The screen through which I eer cbes all into samler stitches the suerime shadows laid Out in toiary· work, a dolhin, a sire, a dog, your name, at and roughly clied, dark on light dark een On bright moon green, the world smells of mown ass. I think I see a montan it must be a cloud: there is No mountain. Let there be a mountain: Why not? Didnt Long Islnd have a hrricane last night? Didnt I long to be there in the four-oster bed nd hear the shutters ratle and the windowanes whistle and sing And the thunder of the surf, wind in the giant lane tree? And to get u in a cleared-o day and go to the beach And the dunes and see the scattered wrack, sh and weed and (always) some castu surrse: shing Ger, net, an ominous object of red and orange lastic, breakers rough, dull and of sand and the sinusClearng oceanic smell Dunes carved into new shaes, salt air, combing trough the cut grass, beach lum, Unkillable rosa rugosa Maybe a big beach cottage hs had its foundation o_f sand eroded by water and wd Tolng, ready to tumble why so much leasure in wrack and ruin? A house falls into the sea my heart Gives a um But the aer says the eye the hurricane and the moon-drawn hgh of he tide did not coincide: Probably nothing much haened What a gy Or better this way? At least I neednt feel guilty for my leasure wrack and ruin Suerime shadows sneaking over the lawn, 2 94
buzz w lng ree no oron, r Comng u he hll o dnner he e Jell0, me mokng nd ou nng no lenng our bruhe Though bou h ou re no quie o ruulou ome I know wh for dnner? Shrm roquee? rbr Gue en me rd, Arheurl Pereve, Iln, le 15h Cenur, u h gve me ng, h mke Me long o ke ou o h lovelie lnd nd we ould v Venz, V u he drve o he Vll Round, he buldng wh he noble role n he world, ee he u of he gh of e ou Slowl ermble hrough gr ered wih ekng whe hken, go o he hllo wll nd look Down he eld below, here eok fn her l I doub wll hen ll, here our roeed To Whngon nd he Nonl Gller, h o look forwrd o Pning re uh leure n I em ou Wh Clevelnd nd oon nd limore? Clfo, frnkl, u oo fr. Suerme hdow, m gr Jue re begning o ow. rbr wre, I n ee ou workng & okng our hed oudoor n he evenngor Tkng le wlk he m be rgh. She w rgh, I oked m hed ou of door fer uer beef Tomo uek nd here he ger lile were, n row bove lo wll bove he drve n whh grew A few more ger lle, reddh ornge, el urnng bk, drk brown ollen, no en, he rong Thk em beded wh round blk eed Furher on, he brdbh, bn rl ed wh Gunk hldhood memor Pu down h book nd go rub he brdbh, o he le nd qune ree Lookng o old, o unkem I remember lnng hem, he were u eedlng, or do I men lng Now The nd, unruned, unberng, mohered n wg of Conord gre leve lighl, hevl movng lke he Heve of he e, lef over lef, nd hung mong hem loud green bunhe of e. I would lke o w And ee hem emurle, I would lke o w nd e h rulr e, o wee when here rell re dd The ell ou h f ou wllow hem he eed wll h n our endx nd gve ou eron I 295
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Alway wallow them, dont you? etting the oozy ape meat lide down my throat lke an oyter: grape, oyter And champagne: bli i uch a imple thing A ded photograph ho\ it ay in penci on the back), hi i What the wood are like white-temmed tree, mudge needle), rough oft a. I made limeade tcky Finger: I drink and type: ticky key.) Thoe wood, that iland and the bay, I wont forget them oon, Nor that ame moon I aw lat night hang in glory over thi mall hill I ued to ee ride, emboomed, in the fullne Of the ky it lit etching the tall, till pruce and catng it light on the rippled water that led o and o To ocean and to where you cannot ee: to go out through the dining porch among the daiie and the crag And moon-bathe Have you ever wum at night in water o cold it like ·plunging into a cae of knive, your quickly Moving limb dripping with moontone, liquid moontone? I ted my back and thi mall een world went hadowle: The nimbu i back at four in the afteoon: no moon tonight. Before dawn I woke and made my oatmeal, orange uice and Coee and thougt how thi poem eem moty about what Ive lot: the one who mattered mot, my bet friend, Paul Who mattered leat), the Iland, the Calfoia wildower paper, the thi, the that, Whippoowill, buried friend, And the thing I only write between the lne What can one write between the line Not one damn thing. ook over Your houlder, into the future: one thing I want to ee i heavy now falling in Chelea, to walk in it, now Bloing in my face, from where I live to where you live, to tomp the now o in yor vetibule, to punch your bell, To hear the buzzer buzz, to puh the door and ee the open inide door and you miling there: "Hi-ee: how are You? What will it be? The uual? A tall cold a of Vichy. Winter in New York, when the big wet ake Stream horizontal Funny, I havent beat my meat in daywhy that) I think it may rain again tonighta Shower, a matteringuddenly I eel it in the breeze that lift the paper on which I type. I mell It, faintly, the freh faint mell of coming ummer rain. I ued to climb out my t-oor bedroom Window, naked, into it: the lippery wet bathmat gra, the 296
an, both cool and wan, lsterng down M hr, ra rn all over me as I danced or stood n t, the long ersstent tongues of summer ran Want a tr around the world OK And so t dd, the lckng, bathng summer ran. Another dawn as Gra as hands that shovel ea coal nto an Aga cookstove under t, the walks and road sne slck as though Greased wth Vaselne n the mddle of the nght, dee n the dark of that tme of the mong when t Seems lght wll never ret and onl a weght of black go on and on, what a storm we had, the lancng of the Ran, the thunder cracks and lghtnng bolts haenng as one I thought the house was struck, or at least a Nearb tree, bedroom lghtng u n ares lke the strobe lght n a dscotheque You bet I ddn't go out In that for· an sex ran bath no-sreebob. The ar s cool but heav, clamm, robns re gerng earthorms om the lawn I see one long worm wrggle as t's swallowed. Earl, so erl, t lghl rans agan or s It dros showerng down from leaves on other leaves So earl that te mornng aer hasn't come et Erc arsen brngs t, he's about trteen, wth ellow Scandnavan har rst hs older brother asses, wth Paers for houses further u the hll, then, at, oh, seven or so, Erc trudges across the ass to leave he Coui Expe on the brck stes Good mong, Erc, Good mong, gr, but wth a sh smle, and I St down to coee and the news the Reublcan Conventon, raes and muggngs, rson arsonI don't know wh Is ve bg on the Nagara Fronter. A b ber hs been bus on these summer nghs the Coui kees Pontn out he doesn't seem to want to hur anbod, he just wants to see the wood me nd roar u nto The nght sk (although one herd of Holstens were roasted n ther stalls erhas our frend ddn't know That the were there) I'm glad hs meat s not small whte claboard houses A da comes n a month, n a season, nd You wsh twere some other month, another season. I never have liked August much, I wsh t were Setember, October, I wsh t were the fll Fallng leaves, gltterng blue skes, n the countr, late goldenrod 29
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Ad ater, the , a rakle to the ar, a rakle, ad at the ame tme a balme The Bluebrd Laudry truk ome ad goe (I med my hat wth the ekled drer), there are mall dadelo attered the law o, yellowed Euoymu leae blow dow by lat ght' torm Wth all that udde fore, ot A gle lly talk wa bet or broke They tad row meal tregth ad ure ther etal bak Ad ge a ot to Augut. l he are about are leae ad ower ad weather ad who are you, whh Male are you I mea, the oe who ure t leae lke had dlog k alm, growg luter o Brahe wth ler bark ad already bearg e, x, olored (a lght rh red) leae A ler bark? Awam male t that the oe whoe leae t t? I thk t , I remember oe, deely blazg Full late ummer, growg wamy groud where the waterfall tumbled ad tkled dow to feed the beaer od. The other eeg my mother ad I were wathg the lg room whe omethg fell, a metal lag o the Bak too. I wet ad ut the outde lght o ad looked the traha ld had bee koked o ad Perhed o the a full of trah wa the bgget raoo I'e eer ee he tued h head ad looked me I the eye, hoed dow ad walked edately o to the hrub. I ut the ld bak o ad dragged the a to The etbule. I wh you had ee hm, I told my mother, he wa beautful he wa o big" Maybe he Wa a dog, he ad, dee her rogram I do't kow why, but that break me u, lke tellg omeoe Youe ee a rat, ad they ay, Maybe t wa a fat moue. d loe to hae ked hm u ad held hm, ly, akly, I thought he mght le to bte. I would lke to ut food out for hm, but how ould I kow He wa eatg t ad ot the dog that warm aroud th ll? The dog, they get eough to eat at home The mal ome, the malma mle ad goe away blue, lowly ad teadly, to the et houe behd a ree f tree ad hrub (rue, forytha). Letter from Keward, Treor, Ae Porer, Darragh ad Domae de Ste Ete, Lambe, other word, Ae Du, who wrte 8
It was nie having the Hazans here but unfortunatel I had to leave midwa trough their visit as m brother was ding and I wanted to be with hi. In so far as ding of aner is bearable his death was his wife two daughters and mself never left him until the last 24 hous the grandhildren and the dogs ran in and out as usual he was heavil doed but onsious and felt reassured b our being there. I must admit his ding was rett harrowing I have never sat holding someones hand before as the take o. After the funeral Rodrigo and I went to Linoln to see the athedral whih was one of hilis last wishes so we led for him on the wa there we went to the eak Distrit whih was beautiful olling ountr eked with stone wals and dream os \e staed at Bakewell and ate Bakewell tarts also visited Chatsworth Gardens whih are sensatonal and ut the _ Himalaas to shame the sale is so unningl maniulated etraordinar gowths of giant ow arsle b rushing streams I wish ou had been there. The temeratue was in the 9s whih ou wouldnt have liked muh. I fell in love with the Linolnshire wolds. We ame bak b the Boston Stum (St. Botolhs) re stored b the good eole of Boston Mass and El whose a thedral I real loved muh more so than Linoln. How English the hildren and the dogseseial the dogs running in and out of the room here the man The son brother husband father gandfatherla slowl ding In the midst of life e are in death in the Midst of death we are in life I know how harowing it must have been for ou but though Im not muh of A msti Im sure in that long last handlas he gave ou something: not ust love the eletri ow of his faling ower: a gentle harge: and in ehange took with him from our hsial gr all that ou lt r him al those Years ondensed in a red ulsation And what a ne memorial to take a leasant ilgimage he would have iked to Take Loln the Linonshire wolds the eak Distrit El the gardens at Chatsworth (aton surel?): es I wish I had been wth ou. erhas one da I will. Dear dear Anne. What is the Isle of El Is there Reall an island And when net ou ome to 185 East 85th lease bake me a Bakewel tart Im sure theres a Reie in that Florene White ookbook I gave ou (and I would not mind a Grass Corner udding). Here 299
T Mo of Poem
Stness, and a ca hons twce, unchte stness ong we ved n a barbershop, the Perpetua power owers shavng away the reentessy growng ass Peace and uet, a suen sutry sun Sants under a eaden sky A at woan n a oose dress pads down the h whos she A bg whte Buttery zgzags by, and a saer yeow one dstanty, a dog barks, nearby, a young chd yaers And suawks the neghbors have chdren and grandchdren stng), subsde nto the uet o y Roo, annuncated by the rapd tckng o y cheap ar cock The phone b cae ast onth spent A hundred doars on ongdstance cas ust be bored here, wthout y rends shoudnt do t but ang France s so uch un Gve e the overseas operator" oh to_ be rch to do a you want, to vst Chatsworth and Bathurst, n New Brunswck oh you know) August ha over and another dawn that s no dawn, a Mezzotnt o a ornng how used to pore over Pennes Eches a Ech pate ater pate werd, seared Sooty scratched Rebrandt, Whster Goya, Fcen Rops an rslunan whose nae orget, a strea densey Banked by unown grass water, sunght succuence, a cue d ke to coect etchngs o the post-Whster Perod, nor works by nor asters, evocatve and esh My heavy naked caves are etched wth hars, orn O on the nner sde where y egs rub aganst y jeans On ths serabe Sunday ong (J, are you Se you woudn't ke to coe to church") ke to st n ths Htchcock char and dy pu y reskn Sttng n y undershortsand drnk ced tea and soke and have a passng sexy thought or soeone won't ever Havthe eyes, the wde sope o the shouders the thghsand et tunes pay n y head Cary Son sngng Antcpaton," Mado Robn sngng Fascnaton," goden odes know soeone who when he wakes up n t e Mong kes to just e there nd e hse over aybe hes arad he vanshed n the nght rather Wsh he woud) ke to e n bed at nght and read and e yse, shouders, arpts, chest bey, crotch And aybe tweak a har Once ound a knd o a swar o oes 300
on m rb cageonl I dont tnk te were oles I dont know wat te were not scabes not a ras te lums owts a colon I ut rubbng alcool on Tem and n a few das te were gone. I dont lke an funn busness stu lke tat Heres smle! Tats a drag Ee salve s good for t I found tat out m a doc n Zuc were I staed n a snowwte otel besde te een glass nd rusng rver on wc swans onted ustream toward te brdge on wose balustrade I was drunkenl leanng one Januar ngt wen some men came b and soke to me n Geran Surel ou seak Engls I sad: te tougt I was a gas We went someere to drnk and soon I ws n bed wt a sule gra-ared man lang snkes ang bout and knockng te bedsde lam on te oor He ran one of te bg otels and used to send me ackets of arrons glacs srnkled wt canded volets te desk clerk gave me funn looks wen e anded me dal trbute How I gobbled tem u! I wonder wa m cums name was Once wen we were dnng te Strng qurtet laed Wen Wen and e leaned across te table and took m and and sad Ts wll be our team Song t took a wle to gure out wat e meant nd once e sad Come we steed nto s batroom He cked a razor u and saved m sdebus o Wat crust I ddnt reall mnd toug Id onl grown tem Because wat else do ou do on a nneda crossng Wat I dd mnd was tat t emerged e was a major bore so I acked duds and took an eress tran to Geneva wc I onl went to because I wanted to sta at a otel were Henr James ad staed t ad falen on so das and m vew of Lake Leman was one of banks of g I walked ast Calvns ouse on most cobbles bougt a volume of Gdes dar saw George Raft n cc and took te tran To Ital assng te nsraton of Brons Te Prsoner of Cllon Swtzrland so long Jul s gone unk of ugust a w blank das got lost (I couldnt sto sleeng) te sun came cloudlessl back ot esterda Hotter toda otter stll tomorrow te set redcts sower bats el Im well bedewed ts mnute m Har slcked down and c orange juce and ced tea wt lemon bot are on m deskno wonder m tme s sent 01
T Mor o Poem
Hngng out over the tolet splshng wy lke mountn rill Lte n the fteoon n suenly cool Breeze sprngs up n strems n the wnow the leves shuer how sweet when somethng you rely enjy Unepectely rrves lke the postcr I got ths mornng from Ne Rorem wth tterng wors bout some Poems how kn how nce but Im g I'm not wth hm on Nntucket where I got one of the worst sunbus of my lfe I woner wht t's lke beng composer Wrtng goes by so fst: couple of hours of concenton then you're Spent but musc tkes so much time: the sous come nto your he but then the writng them own the lttle NotesI cn see Nntucket now sn n whppng grss uner gre of sun There re not mny slns I relly Lke the ones where the rocks re slthery uner the thck sewee when the te s out where the Hert of the sln beneth tll trees s l overgrown wth fes n moss begemme wth fog n s slent spongy To wlk on on other ys scente sprgy mttress to stretch out on Lttle bots emerge from behn other Islns utter pece n totl privcyStll Nntucket hs ts ponts but I prefer to go north n further north Mne New Brunsck Nov Scot Oh whts to mke such ss bout I lke ll sorts of plces I cnt Beleve t I hve to go pss gn t's le tht nght n Prs when I rst got bombe on Peo I Ws mkng my wy long the boulevr bck to the hotel when tht I h to go n my b6ok,
nor coul I runI plunge my But tht just sn't close left hn n my pocket n got goo grp lke Stppng the ow n hose n wke stlegge log the pressure the pn ws somethng else My Brow ws wet : I me t there I ws conontng urnl I nche own my zpper n put my rght hn nto The openng heous trum there ws just no wy I coul trnsfer my swollen tool from hn to hn thout et Gushng rth (nse my pnts) lke when Moses ht the rock so I t there ws pss l over Pris not To menton my shrt n pnts ght sun tns: why couln't t 30