Our becoming is done.
I visit my assistant mistress. Well, Azalea, I say, sitting in the best chair, what has happened to you since my last visit? Azalea tells me what happened to her. She has covered a sofa, and written a...
I met you under the balloon, on the occasion of your return from Norway; you asked if it was mine; I said it was. The balloon, I said, is a spontaneous autobiographical disclosure, having to do with t...
Driving Horace and Margot smoothly to the Armory, the new cabdriver thought about basketball.Why do they always applaud the man who makes the shot?Why don't they applaud the ball?It is the ball that a...
And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.
The hinder portion scalding-house good eating Curve B in addition to the usual baths and ablutions military police sumptuousness of the washhouse risking misstatements kept distances iris to iris quee...
Well, what shall I do next? What is the next thing demanded of me by history?
The world in the evening seems fraught with the absence of promise, if you are a married man. There is nothing to do but go home and drink your nine drinks and forget about it.
The snow is coming, she said. Soon it will be snow time. Together then as in other snow times. Drinking busthead 'round the fire. Truth is a locked room that we knock the lock off from time to time, a...
Mother, have you noticed that this society we’re in tends to be a little…repressive? What does that mean, Eugenie? What does that mean, that strange new word, ‘repressive,’ that I have never heard be...
A hundred canes shattered in the sun, like a load of antihistamines falling out of an airplane.
We could unleash all this technology at once. You can imagine what would happen then. But that's not the interesting thing. What is the interesting thing? The interesting thing is that we have a moral...
Three rebellions ago, the air was fresher. The soft pasting noises of the rebel billposters remind us of Oklahoma, where everything is still the same.
The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.
The aim of literature, Baskerville replied grandly, is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.
The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.
Smoke, rain, abulia. What can the concerned citizen do to fight the rise of capitalism, in his own community? Study of the tides of conflict and power in a system in which there is structural inequali...
Queremosque el Padre Muerto esté muerto. Nos sentamos con los ojos llenos delágrimas y deseamos que el Padre Muerto esté muerto… y entretantohacemos cosas asombrosas con las manos.
Little is known about her. We are assured, however, that the same damnable involvements that obsess us obsess her too. Copulation. Strangeness. Applause.
He's indifferent.''I don't think he's indifferent. He fucks well enough. Not the best I've ever seen.''He can't tell us apart.''Oh I don't think that's true. He asked me when my birthday was.''What'd...