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Cross, 1981-1982
Andy Warhol
Skull, 1976
Andy Warhol
Naked Lunch (film).
Amy Winehouse at T in the Park, 2008
Brando
Liza Minnelli. Cabaret.
Motel... Motel... Motel... broken neon arabesque... loneliness moans across the continent like fog horns over still oily water of tidal rivers...
Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs
from "Milk Thistle" by Conor Oberst
Newspaper, newspaper
Can't take no more
You're here every morning
Waitin' at my door
I'm just tryin' to kiss you
And you stab my eyes
Make me blue forever
Like an island sky
And I'm not pretending
That it's all okay
Just let me have my coffee
Before you take away the day
from "Meditations in an Emergency" by Frank O'Hara
Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change? I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.
"Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note" by Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones)
Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog. Or the broad edged silly music the wind Makes when I run for a bus… Things have come to that.
And now, each night I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when they will not come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.
Nobody sings anymore.
And then last night I tiptoed up To my daughter’s room and heard her Talking to someone, and when I opened The door, there was no one there… Only she on her knees, peeking into
Her own clasped hands.