It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right.
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us the sounds of the streets and the sou… - Diane Di Prima
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us the sounds of the streets and the sou…
- Diane Di Prima
The only war is the war against the imagination. - Diane Di Prima
The only war is the war against the imagination.
In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love - Diane Di Prima
In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love
More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild - Diane Di Prima
More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild
It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges unde… - Diane Di Prima
It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges unde…
Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose. - Diane Di Prima
Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose.
I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life - Diane Di Prima
I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life
I think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think the poet is the first person to begin the shap… - Diane Di Prima
I think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think the poet is the first person to begin the shap…
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