rod roland poem from 1/21/23

 

automatic drawing w/desnos erasure

     A vampire 

            entered 

 

    its collar 

 

                      the rain      the beautiful days.

                                                                                                                            by h f w

my nurse maid

 

meret oppenheim, 1936

 

oldie but gooddie

 "if it can be done why do it?" - G.S.

http://textfiles.com/underconstruction/

bert meyers poem

Daybreak

 

Birds drip from the trees.

The moon's a little goat

over there on the hill;

dawn, as blue as her milk,

fills the sky's tin pail.

The air's so cold a gas station

glitters in an ice-cube.

The freeway hums like a pipe

when the water's on.

Streetlights turn off their dew.

The sun climbs down from a roof,

stops by a house and strikes

its long match on a wall,

takes out a ring of brass keys

and opens every door.

 

john cage's recipe for (valda's) green sauce

 taken from p. 84 of Empty Words, Writings '73-'78 

steven wright and paul williamson on the tonight show

steven wright:

1982 

1992

paul williamson:

1973