Seething since 2000*
This is getting serious. I've just got to see you live. Ninety nine rabbits with big fangs can't be wrong. I'm stuck in a lower east side case machine looking cool, if not cold. Let's not get old, forever moulded. I like John Ashbery's fingernails. He did look good in that lecture theatre, as the early 1990s whirled. Flow Chart was my mind's magnet. When I heard Slanted and Enchanted I threw up. The other day I found the page from Jaws that Gary Young tore out for me, at Max's in Petersham. Somebody said SM read(s) Ashbery. If you listen to his lyrics you can hear, or read, why. Outside the Poetry Project someone was playing a saxophone. I searched for Pynchon's voices but only found SY (on Murray St.