In the postcards that he sent from the way stations he would describe with...– Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
FULL OF LIFE NOW Full of life now, compact, visible, I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States, To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence, To you yet unborn these, seeking you. When you read these I that was visible become invisible, Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me, Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and become...
BATTLE OF THE SURFACES In May 2007, a bizarre tennis match in Mallorca pitted...– Schott’s Miscellany 2009
Put an apple inside your head. Shoot at it. (Do not use a mirror, a gun, a bow...– Lew Welch