Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
What life
after the photograph
of the granddaughters
Paranoia imposes its own vision on the external world; it differs from other kinds of visionary experience in that the paranoid wants others to share his view—even insists on it. Paranoia is very like poetic creativity.
This is not the place to
discuss the rain forests
of Paraguay, or their
My thesis concerns the quantification of desire: what constitutes a unit of passion, what represents a significant change in body heat? Think of all the love given out without counting: to the mistress of a man who sleeps in a bed separate from his wife, whose business interests weigh heavily upon him.
Except for an occasional touch of flu
the painter Picasso is in his usual good health.
He still works and enjoys auto rides in the country:
Dear Y.
What are you doing? Everyone I know is drunk. Everyone Iknow died. Everyone I know told me it would be all right but he had to write his mother-in-law for the go-ahead on a meal ticket. He drives it to school everyday.
As a boy (who destroyed his eyesight
Reading in the dark by flashlight)
I went to the library
The Museum of Modern Art isn’t hungry
Each wall is perfection
Leger says hello to Picasso
In a free country I would be shot for my thoughts of you.
Where thought was free as radio waves
my mind would broadcast your outrageous beauty.
They take out all the parts marked X. You watch this in a mirror above the operating table. You never knew you had so many parts marked X.