Bittersweet
"Then daydreaming to drink at six/Waiting for the iced fire, even the feel of the frosted glass, like waiting for a girl..." Robert Lowell
"She wakes to mourning doves, a hint of blue/ thin sunlight on the walls and...." John Burnes
"On sleepless nights, when my tragedy/ delights the dawdling dawn birds, I ask/where are their unannounced familiar faces/ I could not recognise" Robert Lowell
"... and he saw himself nailed to the cross of his own cradle and coffin" Laszlo Krasznahorakai "Satantango"
"I needed a drink. I needed a lot of insurance. I needed a vacation. I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put hem on and went out of the room" Raymond Chandler "Farewell my lovely" Darren as detective Marlow.
Now the midwinter grind / is on me, New York drills through my nerves,/ as I walk/ the chewed up streets./ At forty five, / what next, what next?/ Et every corner, / I meet my father/ my age, still alive. Father, forgive me/ my injuries, / as i forgive those I have injured! / You never climbed Mount Sion, yet left/ dinosaur/ death steps on the crust,/ where I must walk"
Now the midwinter grind / is on me, New York drills through my nerves,/ as I walk/ the chewed up streets./ At forty five, / what next, what next?/ Et every corner, / I meet my father/ my age, still alive. Father, forgive me/ my injuries, / as i forgive those I have injured! / You never climbed Mount Sion, yet left/ dinosaur/ death steps on the crust,/ where I must walk" Robert Lowell
