not come out of my life.
must be a mania
as electric trains and fish
Tropical
if
not finish this book I will need you.
You know, most of the time I wrote
the evening and it was like pouring beer into glasses
inclined, no head.
is not the same thing.
If nothing else, now, with the same patience
of who places the pieces on the board
put away the dishes.
And I think the work we have chosen.
I think about tomorrow. Who works
must always hope that there will be a day off to finish a book
because it can not end like this at lunch
or night when you forgive you read or
rise.
And a new node appears
a speech by shoemakers,
string of dirty hands
glue and small nails in the soles
.
Must be a mess,
a compulsion, as
nervously swinging one foot,
tapping with the fingertips.
this obsession to get on and off, continuously checking
to have lockable
sure to open and close
again. O
always wash your hands, keep everyone and everything
always make a copy:
letters never sent,
certificates, faxes start
disease, taxi receipts.
And more so
if each of us is a vote,
a cause, an oath.
There are writers who all his life
have written one book on sturgeon
or the Po river Oreto.
believed in what they write
and this makes them less dangerous. I personally prefer
be with one foot inside and one outside. Read
in mind.
not about the voice, I could read only
with your fingers if the names had
relief as on cassette or postal
plates on cars. Why go to
reading, then?
A writer should not
interpret, is the director
not the actor.
But by dint of watching the clouds
everyone sees what it wants to see, hears what he wants
hear.
Even though the sign is arbitrary that we leave the
n'y a pas de hors-texte
tell me - there is not manufacturing
reading writing and vice versa
I'll tell you like it the first time that
read
Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara.
I read because I write but do you?
What are you reading for? It must be an obsession as it was
for collectors of stamps but also
to do with the future, with the ability to listen
. As in modern dance
is important to keep in time. As in swimming
synchronize breathing and stroke,
up to resonate.
There is a time when
gains outweigh the losses.
But it is just a way to hide.
You know, you give a certain poetry
weight and thickness that would not otherwise have
and in this there must be - I think a contradiction
continues.
contemporary poetry is not, nor can
be present at most before the fact,
makes it impractical.
Before you imagine a girl and then you come
seriously with that cut,
the sea on that day in July, the same name that we gave
years before meeting
secretly.
Or you forget someone
as in the letters of suicides,
forget anything and everything changes. Like when the armies
break up when crossing bridges or
pilgrims on top of the stairs
suddenly stop to pray.
what to ask, what
got?
There is no wind.
friends call to tell you do not go out tonight.
not leave anyone.
Unpublished, from "Wigner's friend".
must be a mania
as electric trains and fish
Tropical
if
not finish this book I will need you.
You know, most of the time I wrote
the evening and it was like pouring beer into glasses
inclined, no head.
is not the same thing.
If nothing else, now, with the same patience
of who places the pieces on the board
put away the dishes.
And I think the work we have chosen.
I think about tomorrow. Who works
must always hope that there will be a day off to finish a book
because it can not end like this at lunch
or night when you forgive you read or
rise.
And a new node appears
a speech by shoemakers,
string of dirty hands
glue and small nails in the soles
.
Must be a mess,
a compulsion, as
nervously swinging one foot,
tapping with the fingertips.
this obsession to get on and off, continuously checking
to have lockable
sure to open and close
again. O
always wash your hands, keep everyone and everything
always make a copy:
letters never sent,
certificates, faxes start
disease, taxi receipts.
And more so
if each of us is a vote,
a cause, an oath.
There are writers who all his life
have written one book on sturgeon
or the Po river Oreto.
believed in what they write
and this makes them less dangerous. I personally prefer
be with one foot inside and one outside. Read
in mind.
not about the voice, I could read only
with your fingers if the names had
relief as on cassette or postal
plates on cars. Why go to
reading, then?
A writer should not
interpret, is the director
not the actor.
But by dint of watching the clouds
everyone sees what it wants to see, hears what he wants
hear.
Even though the sign is arbitrary that we leave the
n'y a pas de hors-texte
tell me - there is not manufacturing
reading writing and vice versa
I'll tell you like it the first time that
read
Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara.
I read because I write but do you?
What are you reading for? It must be an obsession as it was
for collectors of stamps but also
to do with the future, with the ability to listen
. As in modern dance
is important to keep in time. As in swimming
synchronize breathing and stroke,
up to resonate.
There is a time when
gains outweigh the losses.
But it is just a way to hide.
You know, you give a certain poetry
weight and thickness that would not otherwise have
and in this there must be - I think a contradiction
continues.
contemporary poetry is not, nor can
be present at most before the fact,
makes it impractical.
Before you imagine a girl and then you come
seriously with that cut,
the sea on that day in July, the same name that we gave
years before meeting
secretly.
Or you forget someone
as in the letters of suicides,
forget anything and everything changes. Like when the armies
break up when crossing bridges or
pilgrims on top of the stairs
suddenly stop to pray.
what to ask, what
got?
There is no wind.
friends call to tell you do not go out tonight.
not leave anyone.
Unpublished, from "Wigner's friend".
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