I have been to lots of parties and acted perfectly disgraceful but I never actually collapsed oh Lana Turner we love you get up

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.

You just go on your nerve.

The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it.

There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning.