• Rehab

      It falls upon me like a hun. We wrestle, roll across the bed. Its knife-point pricks my throat. And after each false step, each faux pas, every foolishness, discountenance comes grinning with its zipper in one hand, its dagger in the other. I wr …


  • Heartache #1,981: Bluebeard

    WHOLE HEART What half-life moves in me that cannot live without you? What half-grown thing, arrested embryo, needs yes from you for food? Our touching calls up new a squirming fool a child found foaming in a hot clear stream; a story fumbling with its …


  • Warhol

    Most people in America think Art is a man’s name. Art is what you can get away with. An artist is somebody who produces things that people do not need to have. You know it’s ART when the check clears. My idea of a good picture is one that’s in focus an …


  • Stalin

    A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron. I trust no one, not even myself. I believe in one thing only, the power of human will. We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas? We don’t let them have ideas, why wou …


  • Tennessee Williams

    Brutal Desire, that rattle-trap streetcar banging through the Quarter, up one narrow street and down another. They told me, Take a streetcar named Desire, then transfer to the one called Cemetery, ride six blocks and get off at Elysian Fields. But how …