“Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis to now. Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance inside themselves without you. Go to sleep. Geology… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
I hope any poem I've ever written could stand on its own and not need to be a part of biography, critical theory or… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
“If your life depended on coming up with a tally, if you could straighten its numbers into a flexible line around the moon and… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
“... I slipped our wicker bed and walked the sands where we were also roughly repeated: some young couple, "you did," "I didn't," "you… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
“you don’t understand the protoknowledge we’re born with, coded into our cells: soon soon soon enough we die. Even before we’ve seen the breast,… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
I don't spend time thinking about an aesthetic out of which I create or an ideal toward which my body of work is heading.… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
“then "love," or "falling in love," an extra density textured into the weave of the days, a craziness, an orchidaceous interdimensional blossoming of the… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you're tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
“Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
If you agree with me that a poem can be as bountiful as a rich Victorian narrative, and as wise... then you'll want to… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow, Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle, Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
“How many hands were shook and names were signed and pipes were passed congenially in a circle, before the first of the used-car dealerships… — Albert Goldbarth Copy Share Image
