#Americans
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della… twin. Dave drew a comic strip call… about a bearded beer-guzzler in Su… like Wallace Stevens
There comes a time when the story… different stories and soon after t… retreats to the cave of a solitary… metropolis where no one remembers… whic is, of course, a sign of its…
The grapefruit in the Florida orc… has ripened into a globe in Hartfo… for him to look at, not to eat. If he had a tin can he would beat it as a drummer in a band beats
The longer I stare the lovelier you look in my eyes (so made such mirrors and spies) and I’m not don… yet as I enumerate the virtues of your smile, gracious in defeat,
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went… tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, cons… and one part lime juice cordial, w… There are, she said, poems that ca…
for Aaron Fogel Politically-correct personal computers point and click. President Clinton
Light rain is falling in Central… but not on Upper Fifth Avenue or… where sun and sky are yellow and b… Winds are gusting on Washington S… through the arches and on to LaGu…
What is it about the Abyss that tempts the young poet to kiss the air and head for the nearest c… unreasonable attachment to the bli… of falling—what accounts for it? U…
Nothing extends a phone call more effectively than saying you’re on your way out but she wants to tell you the five things she requires
My new Web site is dropdead.com It’s interactive you get to choose… you’ll die, where, and at what age and it’ll still come as a complete surprise to you I guarantee
When my father Said mein Fehler I thought it meant “I’m a failure” which was my error
Remember when Khrushchev said “We will bury you!” on the cover of Time I thought he was
The wonderful thing about being with you in this hotel lift in London full of people is that none
The happiest moment in a woman’s l… Is when she hears the turn of her… In the lock, and pretends to be as… When he enters the room, trying to… Quiet but clumsy, bumping into thi…
In Rotterdam I’m going to speak about the state of poetry on a panel with a Pole and a Turk. It’s worth