Tag Archives: Poetry

1994: You Bomb You!

Allen Ginsberg throwing out the first pitch at a San Francisco Giants game on June 1, 1994. The team had invited him to be the first in a “City of Poets” series in which writers read their work before games. … Continue reading

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2006: WHEN I AM WITH PEOPLE I AM BOTHERED BY HEARING VERY QUEER THINGS

WHEN I AM WITH PEOPLE I AM BOTHERED BY HEARING VERY QUEER THINGS I went to the pillar-box I never saw a worse-looking house in town or in hunting zones “welcome to girly hell” turn her out because her necklace … Continue reading

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1927: Work in Progress

On May 20, 1927, James Joyce wrote to Harriet Shaw Weaver about what should happen if he were unable to complete Finnegans Wake. Another writer, Joyce said, should take it up and finish it; he had the person in mind: … Continue reading

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1821: In Life the Firmest Friend

From a letter written by Percy Bysshe Shelley to Thomas Love Peacock, August 1821: Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom…at twelve. After breakfast, we sit talking till six. From six till … Continue reading

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1970: Knots

A selection from R. D. Laing’s Knots (1970). Here is another: Mother loves me because she is good I am bad, to think she is bad therefore if I am good she is good and loves me because I am … Continue reading

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2010: We Chast Butterflys

Found in a park, 2010: GUY CLUES 1. has gray hair 2. wears glasses 3. looks like mr. schultz 4. construction man day 2 very dusty [?] suny bisx [?] mayla aolo [?] must erestmangone [?] mushengone [?] blanck nin … Continue reading

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2006: A Little White Shadow

Pages from Mary Ruefle’s book A Little White Shadow, which was composed by whiting out text from Emily Malbone Morgan‘s 1890 book of the same name. …seven centuries of…sobbing…gathered…in the…twilight…and…had their…pages…wandered…through the…dead…borrow so little from…the past…as if they were alive

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