You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal:
except my life, except my life, except my life.
Author: zdunno03
quote 2 from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions.
quote 1 from Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep.
Cutting The Mustard by Paul Blackburn
The world and ourselves pass away
We go on
. . . . .and enter the dance
What other chances are there
we could think of as
. . . . .already prepared?
an old favorite of mine: Matchbook Poem by Paul Blackburn
BUT WHY do you go to the wall?
WHY does he go to the wall?
You go to the
wall because
that’s where the door is
maybe.
Speech by Robert Creeley
Simple things
one wants to say
like, what’s the day
like, out there–
who am I
and where.
poem on Nature by Emily Dickinson
“Nature” is what we see–
The Hill–the Afternoon–
Squirrel–Eclipse–the Bumble bee–
Nay–Nature is Heaven–
Nature is what we hear–
The Bobolink–the Sea–
Thunder–the Cricket–
Nay–Nature is Harmony–
Nature is what we know–
Yet have no art to say–
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
things I shouldn’t do anymore
run to catch the ferry
another will be along soon
and there’s no one waiting
at home anyway
drink more than one bottle of wine
the mouth gets numb
and you can’t taste it
or tell if it’s red or white
spend more than 15 minutes
playing solitaire
and try not to cheat
but lose more than win
eat hot dogs
for breakfast
that’s why they invented
cornflakes and yogurt
tell stories at work
half the time
they don’t listen
and it just makes me
homesick for my friends
talk to myself
in public
someday someone
will know enough English
to punch me in the mouth
display so many of your pictures
it’s pointless to have them
staring at me
from the bookshelves
love someone unselfishly
because next time
I’m going to be a little selfish
and expect the woman
to love me a little bit, too
The Surrogate by Paul Blackburn
She stole ma hat
. . .ma hat . was in the lounge with ma jacket
The jacket she dint take it, but
. . . . . . . ma hat, she tukkit, clean
. . . . . . . outa the place . she liked
ma hat . & went with it to the room & danced
. . .. .DANCED with it, wearing the hat she
. . . . . . . . . . . . DANCED!
Wearin the hat, she
danced, and dint expect I’d cum back ferit . ah did.
. . . . .Pretended I hadn’t figured it out
. . . . .talkin with her friend . I’d figured
. . . . . . . .she laiked ma hat.
The next mornin, nobuddy up, both of em sleepin late.
. . . . . . . . .”Come in”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . /
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I did, & there it wass,
my hat
on the bed, she’d bigod
. . . . . . . . . . . slept with me hat!
Go by Robert Creeley
Push that little
thing up and the
other right down.
It’ll work.
Leonard Durso 