Past is prologue.
Virgil Thomson. Gertrude Stein.
It is very easy to love alone.
Who's on First?
Where do we come from?
What are we?
Where are we Going?
What became of the early me?
asked a certain Howard whass-his-name
who wrote and questioned
at indiantown Gap
in the summer of 1964.
Time-lapse photography.
Head shot. Money shot.
Bang-bang, shoot-shoot. Shoot,
if you must, this old gray head...
Barbara Fritchie said that.
Shot Red Marilyn.
Young Elvis. Old Elvis?
We are large, we contain multitudes
thought Walt Whitman [by the power
of paraphasia] or somethin' very akin to that.
Soon you'll be telling me What's on second base!
Hey, I'll letcha be in my dream if I can be in yours.
Who makes whose be his. I do.
I said that. I did.
I said would some power the giftie gie us/ to see ourselves
as others see us. Well, sure, Bobby Burns said that.
Who makes whose be his. I do.
D'où venons nous? Que sommes-nous? Où allons-nous?
Les pieds, ne me laissez pas tomber maintenant!
