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- Jean Genet, Condemned to Death

“I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.” - Jean Genet, Journal du voleur

+5 points if you can find pound’s disgusting mussolini-cheerleading in this opaque and otherwise quite beautiful poem

poemo en esperanto kiu mi skribis… mi ne estas tre bona verkisto ankoraŭ sed mi povas… eble tiu okazaĵo estos la okazaĵo en kiu mia esperanto fariĝi deca

“herakles,” by euripides [trans. anne carson]

paul celan

On Avenue A, when Halloween rolled around, on that American yontef [holiday], whose meaning they didn't understand whatsoever, all six youngsters would go out on the street with socks stuffed full of ash, whacking everyone with whom they crossed paths over the head with them. Such a densely packed sock could give someone a serious headache, but it was an honored mineg [custom] on the Lower East Side, and you don't just go around messing with tradition." - Khaver Paver, "Clinton Street"

george stanley

saul bellow, “herzog”