Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed!) Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky and suddenly I see a headline LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED! there is no snow in Hollywood there is no rain in California I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful but I never actually collapsed oh Lana Turner we love you get up

I dislike a great deal of contemporary poetry - all of the past you read is usually quite great - but it is a useful thorn to have in one's side.

I wish I weren’t reeling at all.

See how free we are! as a nation of persons.

You just go on your nerve.

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.