Fra diktet "sleeping woman"
yes you cannot help being a
woman. we are each selected to be
something. the spider, the cook.
the elephant. it is as if we were each
a painting and hung on some
I don't know, he said,
I think I'm going
to kill myself
it doesn't matter, I said,
it's going to happen
Fra diktet "a drawer of fish"
and the frogs of my minds lined up andFra diktet ": : : the days run away like wild horses over the hills"
jumped over death (for a little while)
and the rest of the night was fairly dull,Også fra diktet ": : : the days run away like wild horses over the hills"
no fist fights, too old to tango, tiger asleep in the shade,
Det beste sitatet av alle diktene i boka "The days run away like wild horses over the hills":
Allen: I want to write
so that when I die
all the shit will be out of me, I mean the guff, the nonsense,
the turds yes, ah I mean —that I have expressed enough
ENOUGH you see to
what's poetry? nobody knows. it changes. it works by itselfFra diktet "kaakaa & other immolations".
like a snail crawling up the side of the house. oh, that's a big
squashy thing that goes all gooey and slimy when you
Alle diktene og sitatene er hentet fra diktsamlingen The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills.