“The torment of disappointed hope becomes a brutality to myself.” – Delmore Schwartz
Go back to read the forwards in your favorite books. Don’t go further than that.
The mother and the father and the maid are cut up in the cupboard.
Freeze one instant and isolate it and the sun will someday thaw the asphalt and free it.
The streets will split and there will burst forth raging floral arrangements.
Get the car started I’m not made of money And there it goes again: blood in the drain.
THE PUNK ROCK NEIGHBORHOOD 