Here’s the extended version from 1973, all ten minutes of it:
the studio version:
1959:
Go to Source
Author: The Best American Poetry
Here’s the extended version from 1973, all ten minutes of it:
the studio version:
1959:
Go to Source
Author: The Best American Poetry
Quentin Metsys Eat a cheap peach, drink iced tea, ache kind, Throw dice worth each system of Metsys, Quentin, Painter trained in the north, throne of rain. What law, O muse, old hat, new heater, Doll’s house absent wall, beats all? Can fuse or refuse, clean lace, escape landscape, The pear we reap, not rape,…
Sweet William I have avoided your wide English eyes: But now I am whirled in their vortex. My blood becomes a Damaged Man Most like your Albion; And I must go with stone feet Down the staircase of flesh To where in a shuddering embrace My toppling opposites commit The obscene, the unforgivable rape. One…
Time between the mouse click and the response waiting for a program to start or a printer to run staring at the final moments of a microwave job swaying over the toaster glowing but not done. Hours spent daily wasting a lifetime away betrayed by the machines of convenience promising fruit from the tree of…
Seagulls screech overheadunderstating the depths below.Fleeting bubble meetingsthat burst and go. Spirit buzz energising the soul.Sat with the salt of the earthby the sea on deckchairs with the oldlaughing their heads off at how time flew since get-together births. If you feel like not botheringa cigarette will give you a chance to walk away.I’m off…
Transmitting a hologram Of wild trips On the color wheel We lived in the armpit Of each other’s past And love in an endless Joy ride Inside hidden valleys Long history A key-less entry Playing notes of pleasure Climbing mountains On paper Crying ballads of regrets Painting a masterpiece In the flesh We were born…
“A Hundred Years from Today” “Loch Lomond” Related Stories A Brief Digression on Critics and Cops [by David Lehman] Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry