Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies ! get them out of the house so they won’t know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good for the body but what about the soul that grows in dark­ness, embos­sed by sil­ve­ry images and when you grow old as grow old you must they won’t hate you they won’t cri­ti­cise you they won’t know they’ll be in some gla­mo­rous coun­try they first saw on a Saturday after­noon or playing hoo­key they may even be gra­te­ful to you for their first sexual expe­rience which only cost you…

You say that eve­ry­thing is very simple and inter­es­ting it makes me feel very wist­ful, like rea­ding a great Russian novel does I am ter­ri­bly bored some­times it is like seeing a bad movie other days, more often, it’s like having an acute disease of the kid­ney god knows it has nothing to do with the heart nothing to do with people more inter­es­ting than myself yak yak that’s an amu­sing thought how can anyone be more amu­sing than one­self how can anyone fail to be can I bor­row your for­­ty-five I only need one bul­let pre­fe­ra­bly sil­ver if you…

how are you fee­ling in ancient September I am fee­ling like a truck on a wet high­way how can you you were made i n the image of god I was not I was made in the image of a sis­sy truck-dri­­ver and Jean Dubuffet pain­ting his cows « with a like­ness burst in the memo­ry«  apart from love (don’t say it) I am asha­med of my cen­tu­ry for being so enter­tai­ning but I have to smile Frank O’Hara Napthe (1959) Lunch Poems City Lights 1964 31 (extrait) 0…