On December 4, 1964, New York state Senator-elect ROBERT F. KENNEDY… See also Mom Slothrop’s Letter to Ambassador Kennedy and the 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass.
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In the States, senators, mayors, governors, and local dignitaries all graved the various head tables. The New York gathering invited President James Buchanan to attend but he turned them down because of the press of public duties. He managed to send a message: “Poor Burns. I have always deplored his sad fate. He has ever […]
He left the dodoes to rot, he couldn’t endure to eat their flesh. Usually, he hunted alone. But often, after months of it, the isolation would begin to change him, change his very perceptions— the jagged mountains in full daylight flaring as he watched into freak saffrons, streaming indigos, the sky his glass house, all […]
There is a general withdrawing from orifices after a while, drinking, doping and gabbing resume, and many begin to drift away to catch some sleep. Here and there a couple or threesome linger. A C-melody saxophone player has the bell of his instrument snuggled between the widespread thighs of a pretty matron in sunglasses, yes […]
In Lucas, Kansas Samuel Perry Dinsmoor built a “Garden of Eden” containing among other thins trees, sidewalks, fences, flower beds, fish pool, bird and animal cages U.S. flags, a “Goddess of Liberty”, soldier, Indian, animals, birds, a monument showing “The Crucifixion of Labor”, angels, the Devil, Adam & Eve, the Serpent, Cain & Abel and […]
Black ink best wheel brown. Excellent not a hull house, not a pea soup, no bill no care, no precise, no past past pearl goat. — Gertrude Stein, from Tender Buttons (1914) *** “It’s worthwhile knowing Homer could nod.” — Gerald Finzi to Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1952.
I suppose that I owed it all to General Butler— Beast Butler, as they used to call him in New Orleans, and as far away as London, after his notorious General Order Number 28, that any woman showing contempt for any officer or man of the Federal forces should be treated like a woman of the […]
Well, let us move on to hear the music. It was being played by the Fugs, or rather— to be scrupulously phenomenological— Mailer heard the music first, then noticed the musicians and their costumes, then recognized two of them as Ed Sanders and Tuli Kupferberg and knew it was the Fugs. Great joy! The were […]
There are five trash towns in greater New York, five garbage heaps of Tofeth. A foul, thick wafter of iron and cement covers primeval America, beneath which cry the ghosts of the crane, the mallard, the gray and white brants, the elk and the fallow deer. A broken obelisk at Crocodopolis has stood in one […]
Poetry And Miss Esmonds Tho’ poetry is one of the cheapest and profitable speculations of the literary world, we find not a few aspiring to be poets rather than be orators. This is a fact which goes to strongly prove that poetry has more charms than is generally supposed. It is the language of nature, […]