archives for Friday 9 February 2007
friday refrains · 11 february 1963
Friday 9 February 2007 | someone left a cookie
WORDS HEARD, BY ACCIDENT, OVER THE PHONE O mud, mud, how fluid!— Thick as foreign coffee, and with a sluggy pulse. Speak, speak! Who is it? It is the bowel-pulse, lover of digestibles. It is he who has achieved these syllables. What are these words, these words? They are plopping like mud. O god, how [...]
