Just when I thought the next show to open at an American museum could only be a survey of Tommy Hilfiger’s toenail clippers, this happens. Lucio Fontana has come back to Manhattan.

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The grasshopper sat serenely. Its multifaceted eyes, though expressionless, were wise. The wind blew gently, and did not move the furrowed dirt. In the flicker of an instant, it hopped.

I’ve been here for forty days. Each day is the same, by which I mean they are all different.
The walls of my room are supposed to be beige, but they’re not. They’re grey. I tried to draw the solar system on my wall with my fingernails ...

And what’s more there’d be too much to tell, with his folded-up face and our proximity, the fact that we’d lived so close to each other growing up, that in high school we’d mostly talk to the same girls and dress the same and find the ...

We need a number
to plot our love, to propose

A hump of grass bulges into the spray of
Victoria Falls is one of the world’s seven
Wonders are easier to count than to
Think of the woman on the bulge
Gardens usually accept water like hands into a
Hand shakes when her umbrella leans under
Water is halted ...

In His bone-white palace, abuzz all night,
Sits George Bush, hedged in by Left and Right.
And He thinks of freedom, justice and His
Ranch.

I am happy when lordships change again,
when the old let their homes go to the young―
men can leave behind so many children
one must earn a name that may be sung;
then I am happy, the world now made new
beyond all that flower or birdsong can ...

A beautiful woman of equestrian breadth,
Lets the ends of her hair dandle in her wine,
And the talons of love and the poisons of nightclubs,
Give her marble skin lifelessness and gloss,
And she teases Death and ridicules Debauchery,
Those monsters that her hand, always scraping and poor,
In ...

The blaze that engulfed my hometown began before I was born. It began with the first dry leaf from the first almond tree they planted on the side of the town hall road. My mom planted it as a child, around carnival time, the year when her dad the Mayor decided that the town would grow.

Here’s how I saw De Quincey High then: stained bathroom walls; pregnant girls; boys with knives and guns and bandanas; teachers with fear so engrained that it folded into their faces in wrinkles; a gym that could have been a prison; a cafeteria that was one; cheap lipstick and cheaper condoms; a dirt track; fences.

He Died and I CRIED – no I swear that I did
Many tears down my face like a litle tiny kid
Warm and Wet they were like a facial from Wilmer
And I wished Robert was there so he’d say ROLL ‘EM! FILM HER!
But then I remembered that ...

The dragon now is yawning
With the sun’s new dawning
And greedily is fawning
O’er the gold of fallen fighters of yore.

My friend got a job
Hey, it’s fine, I got head from
your sister

That night I'd gotten immensely drunk. I stumbled to the hole of a convenience store behind the kabob stand and, under the baleful eyes of a young woman who sat with her son in her lap on a plastic stool, dialed Second Auntie's number. Ende was asleep in ...