Does poetry think with philosophy? Or might we re-pose the question: does poetry rely on philosophy to think?
I don’t usually have an idea in mind when I begin to write.
–after Julio Cortazar
E N T I T L E D
LET’S DRINK AND FUCK
Elizabethton, Tennessee, 1929
Desperately Seeking My Name is Not Susan
Farewell Adios to the Americano