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Monthly Archives: August 2006

Rock Concert!

My bus driver examined the rock concert in my eyes.

My rosy tomatoes pop squirting from your awful rotten grave

A Curse at the Devil,
Jack Kerouac

shut it off and forget it

By Yoko Ono

unsweepable debris too infinitude to assemble and sweep

The shack of Desolation is dirty, with broken boxes of wood
(Kerouac)

unprepared knowledge of ourselves

Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
- John Ashbery

the sad mechanic exercise

  For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
(Tennyson)