I asked Philip Whalen through the cut-up machine, "Should I be afraid of this new year?
Here's what he replied.
Philip's Eighth Response
I'm into the fun of kicking traits from humans....sometimes...
Esenin is But then Esenin was and Esenin had completely however Esenin wasn't really as though Esenin might have intended....he was a brute with a terrible haircut...his poetry had that same haircut...
Oh there he is. fuck.
vanished marketing is painful. even the literary scene. see those kids...rumor has it they were solicited for near capacity for friendship, for feeding...
Engaged right there...dudess...
This isn't working...gender is not what you fuck but what really fucks you.
WHAT'S IN A PIECE OF SHIT.
i'm not too deep to have a Tupperware poem. Just story that OMIGOD I LOVE THAT ONE.
bill, allow me to explain...
New York: A Poem building in uptown where partners managed an office, sounds overlapped around you everywhere and the three hundred and seventy-five year old transvestite ended badly. refusing to ever come she had created what was known as the obligatory "first true ringtone." it changed theological history. for poets i mean. She was there since they said she was. I want to see pastel personalities. Oh yes. Junkies are sorta shallow there in their eggs...
But I butter the I role.
She had about as much patience as her poetry.
greedy.
a dykey Baudelaire type.
oh leave the little translators alone. pretty sparrows flit from big dumb dogs
Many are memorable. or mordantly philosophical in the Lego houses of translation they all end up with Jabes personalities...just to be colorful somehow truer for all that.
have you ever seen an orca pod teach its babies to kill a seal by repeated safe releases onto ice floes. the absolute terror. well that's how you make a library. he said to me. and i swear to god he snarled like a wolf...
Eminem is a stone cold putz and a hot fuschia fox.
Trust me, the dead know...
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