I Saw My Ex-husband In The Street.

Let Us Go Forth With Fear And Courage And Rage To Save The World.

Here I Am In The Garden Laughing An Old Woman With Heavy Breasts And A Nicely Mapped Face How Did This Happen Well That's Who I Wanted To Be At Last A Woman In The Old Style Sitting Stout Thighs Apart Under A Big Skirt Grandchild Sliding On Off My Lap A Pleasant Summer Perspiration That's My Old Man Across The Yard He's Talking To The Meter Reader He's Telling Him The World's Sad Story How Electricity Is Oil Or Uranium And So Forth I Tell My Grandson Run Over To Your Grandpa Ask Him To Sit Beside Me For A Minute I Am Suddenly Exhausted By My Desire To Kiss His Sweet Explaining Lips.

People Say, "why Do You Call Your Kids Up, Why Do You Worry Like That?" And I Say, "i Was Raised Like That." My Grandmother Looked At My Father With The Same Eyes When He Was Sixty And She Was Eighty-five.

My Family Were Russian Jews. They Got You To Read As Soon As You Could. And Then Assumed You Would Read A Lot. People Didn't Really Tell Stories But They Were Good Talkers. That's Important For A Writer, To Hear Speakers.

Paul Goodman Was Not Ahead Of His Time But In His Time.