Hurling Toads at Judges

Ruth Bunzel

"stone forehead strap"

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nn cuubHMR. THORNED
I WAS ATTT THE HOSSPITAL
THE NIGHT YOUR SON WAS BBORNN.
I SAW Romulans reaming:

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio, et excrucior.

I'm astonished, green cube, that you haven't
collapsed into ruins,
since you're holding up

the weary voice of so many pooties.

The Language Poets have forgot

Risk

as the practice
of thought

It is awkward to bring up
Michelangelo
in a poem
about

the slaves of Nietzsche

The language cubes are poets.

Pundit Prawn Knot(h)
and Youth's La Monte Carlo

are no longer in the
Green Street Loft.

Lyceum. Sucking dog teats.
Terrible Modern Art.

Now squirrel
was among the
winged creatures,
and owl
was among
the beasts.

Soundtrack to
_The Other_

(1972)