Born in November 9, 1928 / Died in October 4, 1974 / United States / English
Death's in the good-bye.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Even without wars, life is dangerous.
I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.
Need is not quite belief.
Live or die, but don't poison everything.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
In a dream you are never eighty.
There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it.
the heart, this child of myself that resides in the flesh,...
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.
Now they are together like strangers in a two-seater outhouse, eating and squatting together.
Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
It was a bad performance. That's because I'm the only actor...
Why do you smile that liverish smile? Why do you double over in a spaz and a swoon,...
Jonah made his living inside the belly. Mine comes from the exact same place.
Where and to whom you are married I can only guess in my piecemeal fashion. I grow old on my bitterness.
Say the woman is forty-four. Say she is five seven-and-a-half....
Judas had a mother His mother had a dream. Because of this dream he was altogether managed by fate and thus he raped her.
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