"I'm sorry for the future and I'm sorry for the past" —Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians
Just how deep does it go, anyway? And how far back? The files are no longer indexed, but still on disk, we haven't written over them yet. Or with ev [...]
Lift me in your arms, I want to be a grownup again.
Now make the pig run away and do dangerous things,
then catch him and shake your finger.
One of the other animals is already broken.
I drove through the night and slept in your room,
too sad to fea [...]
I just held Your
latest book of stories and read them
very much. All were about people
what love may or may not
and hate and competitiveness, resignation
plus daily things
. . . mm-hmm
Frankly was going to attend [...]
Here's what's happening: everything. As the yews move, as the ragged cedars
flutter, and the Tigris and the Rappahannock flow, here's my grandmother
marketing a long way from Danzig. She's already moved to Brooklyn;
here's the birdge and Mr. Whitman [...]
William, how is it you forgive their litter so easily,
rolling back your rain clouds from the surrounding hills
like the lid of a sardine tin?
Now that you are in nature
do you commune with people?
Have you found something in common
with each group [...]
The boy looks into the monitor and wishes it was a real window. So safe, the way it shows the approaching planet.
Below him, another boy looks out his window and wishes he could change channels. So sad, the car that just drove away in [...]