There's the greenwood fern and the open woods and the smell of hay and the eye of a frog and a fern signature left in a coal
and there is fern by analogy, a most ancient weed.
- Aie!, pg. 20
* * *
In the dead of night the caribou slept.
The possibility of not knowing what you are had not yet been conceived.
It is the original forest. There is peace.
The wolf has eaten. He goes into a long howl to give his location.
If the hunter does not find him, he'll live seven years.
A box is a box. Integrity has been defined.
- Riddle, pg. 22
* * *
The auditors have sent me notice. There is not enough left in my account to piss with
but what there is will cure vanity and end metathesis
and make a cabbage of me: all my value will be under ground.
If I could not look at it I would not.
In short, it is all that matters. The agenbite of iron. The rest can be learned.
- Ho Goes It with Time, for H.S. Ephron, pg. 52
* * *
That gives the orbit. The eyelids hang low (low clearance): dark and sad. That's for utterance.
An undertaker left his bags here.
All here.
- An Ageless Face, pg. 56
* * *
There ain't nothin special about me. Everybody knows I'm too fat and my legs are too short. I'm just a middle-aged cornball with a loud voice and a drinking problem. It's a funny thing, when I'm on stage all I do is act like me. But I can act me like a song of a bitch!
- The Country Singer, pg. 79
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Because of envy I am ashamed. The malignant god has entered my blood stream. My limbs are twisted.
An iron rod is hammed into my gut: "This man's work is great." I can think of nothing else. There is no hope for me. Because of fear.
O, I am sick! My mouth is dry. I possess nothing. One look from the covetous god has finished me.
Mercy, great god. I have been shamed enough. I will acknowledge you. Let me get to my own work with the necessary innocence.