I Died In My Boots Like A

When My Own Writing Needs A Perk, I Open Zukofsky And Read From "a" - Particularly Sections "22" And "23." It Can Be Opaque, But I Love The Intensity.

Our Fathers And Ourselves Sowed Dragon's Teeth. Our Children Know And Suffer The Armed Men.

We Thought, Because We Had Power, We Had Wisdom.

There's Nothing Compared To The History Of Writing About The City Of New York That You Get, Say, In Charles Reznikoff.

Outcasts Of War, Misfits, Rebellious Souls, Seekers Of Some Vague Kingdom In The Stars - They Hide Out In The Hills And Stir Up Trouble, Call Themselves Prophets, Too, And Prophesy, That Something New Is Coming To The World, The Lord Knows What! Well, It's A Long Time Coming, And, Meanwhile, We're The Wheat Between The Stones.