quarta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2008

"My vocabulary did this to me."

“Death is not final. Only parking lots.”
Jack Spicer (1925 - 1965)

Ida Hodes, Jack Spicer, Ruth Witt-Diamant & Robert Duncan@ Poetry Center - San Francisco State College, com foto de Allen Ginsberg ao fundo (1957)

"When I praise the sun or any bronze god derived from it
Don’t think I wouldn’t rather praise the very tall blond boy
Who ate all of my potato-chips at the Red Lizard.
It’s just that I won’t see him when I open my eyes
And I will see the sun."

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como um loiro com batatas
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