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Stage Directions

The wind is west, the season, fall, The time is now but also then, And some men wait while other men Watch fiercely westward, watching all And seeing nothing, nothing but The things of which they have been told. The sun is weak, the wind is cold, And something – they do not know what…

Monday, Monday

In the country perhaps some rooster or another crows on Monday morning (the 15th? the 22nd?) This particular sound reminds me that I haven’t changed my pants since Monday Between the rising and the setting of the sun I’ve forgotten my old friends. translated by George Kimball

Gloria Gloria

Gloria stepped carefully out of bed. The floor was rough and wooly under her feet. She went into the bathroom. She slid her pajama bottoms down and set herself neatly onto the toilet seat. As she went she looked at the crotch of her pajama bottoms. They were only faintly stained with yellow. Gloria flushed…

Going to Chicago

for John Sinclair Leaving First On my way,                        ”Ave Atque Valium”                                                                        20 mgs.                                    & coffee                  Thanks to the Air Hostess            dark eyes     dark hair                                    red lips                  …

Crossing Tuscany

I have come far this month across greening Tuscany where the white road winds amid grey olive groves. It is seed time and the sower walks the field in the plough’s curled wake. I am reminded of two brothers: Lorenzetti, Sienese by birth and residence; they have recorded it all – this change of season…