“Then think of fire, It’s laughter, the music of splintering beams and glass, The flames reaching through the second story of a house almost as if to -mistakenly- rescue someone who left you years ago. It is so American, fire.… — Larry Levis Copy Share Image
“Then think of fire, It’s laughter, the music of splintering beams and glass, The flames reaching through the second story of a house almost… — Larry Levis Copy Share Image
My love and I are inventing a country, which we can already see taking shape, as if wheels were passing through yellow mud. But… — Larry Levis Copy Share Image
The moment of writing is not an escape...it is only an insistence, through the imagination, upon human ecstasy, and a reminder that such ecstasy… — Larry Levis Copy Share Image
“Style, after all, is a kind of humor, Something truly beneath contempt...” — Larry Levis Copy Share Image
