| Edition |
1st ed. |
| Description |
299 pages : portrait ; 24 cm |
| Contents |
1: -- For they had things to say -- Evening class, 20 years later -- Snow of Italy -- Near a plate glass window -- Beef tongue -- 1930s -- People as flowers -- Acceptance -- Life at the PO -- Minute -- Too near the slaughterhouse -- Future congressman -- Stranger in a strange city -- Just another wino -- It is not much -- Bull -- People, no -- You might as well kiss your ass goodbye -- Purple glow -- One thousand dollars -- Grip the dark -- Dwarf with a punch -- Elephants of Vietnam -- Breakfast -- Inverted love song -- Salty dogs -- Brainless eyes -- Unbelievable -- War and peace -- Harder you try -- 2: -- All the little girls -- No more of those young men -- Legs -- Jane's shoes -- Rimbaud be damned -- Bewitched in New York -- Don't worry, baby, I'll get it -- Telephone message machine -- That nice girl who came in to change the sheets -- Agreement on Tchaikovsky -- Love song to the woman I saw Wednesday at the racetrack -- Possession -- Six -- Man mowing the lawn across the way from me -- Girl outside -- Chicken -- Ancient love -- Match point -- I also like to look at ceilings -- No Cagney, me -- Soup, cosmos and tears -- Peacock or bell -- Purple and black -- Fulfillment -- Yours -- Kissing me away -- Goodbye, my love -- Heat -- Police helicopter -- Ah -- Of course -- Dream, the dream -- Note on the tigress -- 3: -- Poem for my daughter -- Sheets -- Sick leave -- My father -- Old woman -- What made you lose your inspiration? -- Another poem about a drunk and then I'll let you go -- Dead dog -- I live in a neighborhood of murder -- Bombing of Berlin -- All right, Camus -- Quits -- Adolf -- Anarchists -- Perfect white teeth -- 4 blocks -- You can't force your way through the eye of the needle -- Two kinds of hell -- My faithful Indian servant -- Plausible finish -- Another one of my critics -- Fog -- Free? -- Imported punch -- It was an underwood -- Creation coffin -- 7 horse -- Suicide -- Overcast -- Final word -- Fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces -- After receiving a contributor's copy -- Poor night -- You write many poems about death -- 4: -- Dog -- Hatred for Hemingway -- Looking at the cat's balls -- Contributors' notes -- On beer cans and sugar cartons -- Pay your rent or get out -- Note on a door knocker -- American flag shirt -- Age -- Dogs bark knives -- Hog in the hedge -- I never bring my wife -- Interview at 70 -- 2 views -- Van Gogh and 9 innings -- 9 am -- Lousy day -- Sadness in the air -- Great debate -- Our deep sleep -- Sorry history of myself -- Law -- Great writer -- Gigantic thirst -- Eulogies -- Residue -- 1990 special -- Passage -- Most dark night in April -- Sun coming down. |
| Summary |
Synopsis: the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures; Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress; and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot. I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad. it's not so much that nothing means anything but more than it keeps meaning nothing, there's no release, just gurus and self-appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.-from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces." |
| Subject |
American poetry -- 20th century.
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American poetry. (OCoLC)fst00807348
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| Chronological Term |
1900-1999
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| Genre/Form |
Poetry. (OCoLC)fst01423828
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Poetry.
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| Added Author |
Martin, John, 1930-
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| ISBN |
9780060577070 |
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006057707X |
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