#max finstein

[seanhowe]

Max Finstein

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For Fair Eleanor

romance sprang from where you kept your court, southerly and easy for song                    "When the sweet breeze                      Blows hither from your dwelling                      Methinks  I  feel                      A breath of paradise" I fume against the whole thing, I mean life all of it but, have never once thought suicide. Every red-haired woman makes me turn my head in her direction Christ! i've turned several sets of alternatives over and over it all comes out to the same --husbands and sons chasing all through europe to do each other in, nothing each would not do for you even murder and you, you do push it!    -- Max Finstein [Yugen #7, 1961]

[intheheatherbright]

Max Finstein, 'To Praise A Common Vegetable', The Paris Review, no. 36 Winter 1966, pg. 145.