My great-grandmother milled an old man / and swallowed him. -- two new poems by Tomaž Šalamun
Between all things / that appear to be touching, / that appear to touch, / there is still space.
All of the electricity in the city goes out at this point and there is a kind of mild panic.
The actor imagines plastic. The many horrors of plastic.
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THAT I DO NOT HAVE A CAT TIED TO A STRING HERE.
"Well when you’re having that experience of profound uncertainty, it’s sort of like -- anything! Somebody gimme a magazine about anything! I’ll believe it!"
Because of me, Marina Petrovna turned completely bald – bald like a baby’s bottom. It happened like this: I went over to visit Marina Petrovna, and bang! she lost all her hair. And that was that.