““On The Death of Robert Lowell by Eileen Myles O, I don’t give a shit. He was an old white haired man Insensate beyond belief and Filled with much anxiety about his imagined Pain. Not that I’d know I hate fucking wasps. The guy was a loon. Signed up for Spring Semester at Macleans A really lush retreat among pines and Hippy attendants. Ray Charles also once rested there. So did James Taylor… The famous, as we know, are nuts. Take Robert Lowell. The old white haired coot. Fucking dead.””
