I asked Philip Whalen through the cut-up machine, "Should I be afraid of this new year?
Here's what he replied.
Philip's Fifth Response
bill, i see myself as cautiously dead
it's almost like holding an umbrella over you
why don't you publish the fluid you were born in?
this is about as useful as fucking something. or not.
i already said that. i already know.
Dr. Phil the swine that die.
This isn't really eons ago, is it?...but it must be, really....if you think...
can you truly care deeply for an asseocarnisanguineoviscericartilaginonervomedullary poet who has removed himself from such creatures?
But talking the Holy Grail is a story. you pull the string on the toy
and it is stories that matter to the living
not the dead. we have television
A Poem by I used to carry around one was another life. I
It snowed in a small building I think that was love
but I kept on troweling
do you really want to end up an old man talking on the telephone to a young man refusing to ever come and create an artificial lake, which is a story about seeing King Kong as near murder? I would think you would think better of it...
weird Hiroshige-like pastels. Shallow and oddly your eggs
Maybe I like this too much.
the incarnation thing. a slouch
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