In the pleasure of a piano sonata And black coffee at midnight, I can taste the music: Bitter, warm, alive, and rattling, It keeps me awake, awake in the real.
An order goes out to everything: Things set forth on a journey.
I, too, shall [...]
Consider the particulars.
The god of the toothpaste is not the god of the davenport.
The god of my knees is not the god of last Tuesday.
The god of the motorcar is not the god of pajamas.
The god of stuttering is not the god of disinfectant.
The go [...]