Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
shout blind on the phonograph
the rhythm the rhythm--and your memory in my head three years after--
And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud--wept, realizing
how we suffer--
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember,
prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of An-
......
After two sittings, now our Lady State
To end her picture does the third time wait.
But ere thou fall'st to work, first, Painter, see
If't ben't too slight grown or too hard for thee.
Canst thou paint without colors? Then 'tis right:
For so we too without a fleet can fight.
Or canst thou daub a signpost, and that ill?
'Twill suit our great debauch and little skill.
Or hast thou marked how antic masters limn
The aly-roof with snuff of candle dim,
......
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)—
a sort of inheritance; white,
in your thirties now, and supposed
to supply me with vegetables,
but you don't; or you won't; or you can't
get the idea through your brain—
the world's worst gardener since Cain.
Titled above me, your gardens
ravish my eyes. You edge
the beds of silver cabbages
......
moving clouds, puffy
gold rose dawn fills waking skies
summer's honeyed days
as heat gains its peak
gilt clouds, noon butterscotch sky
lemon meringue pie
chocolate sunset
cocoa with soft marshmallows
......
'the withness of the body' --Whitehead
The heavy bear who goes with me,
A manifold honey to smear his face,
Clumsy and lumbering here and there,
The central ton of every place,
The hungry beating brutish one
In love with candy, anger, and sleep,
Crazy factotum, dishevelling all,
Climbs the building, kicks the football,
......
When it’s Easter time...
The parents are out shopping...
We wait patiently all night...
For the bunnies to start hopping...
The Easter eggs are all dyed...
The fake grass is bright green...
Will we get my favorite candies...
Well, that remains to be seen...
......
Sweet talk,
Candy lips,
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Open up,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
Talking oh-so-sweetly,
......
moving clouds, puffy
gold rose dawn fills waking skies
summer's honeyed days
as heat gains its peak
gilt clouds, noon butterscotch sky
lemon meringue pie
chocolate sunset
cocoa with soft marshmallows
......
It all started back in 1915...
When a great grandmother named Angelina Napoli Cortese...
Made her candy for family and friends...
“The best in the world” is what everyone says...
Her son, Sam, was a 12 year old child...
A businessman at a very young age...
He started selling his momma’s candy...
Working hard to make an honest wage...
......
The night was black, a yellow moon was gleaming;
In a nearby wood, night creatures were screaming.
My steps were quickened, eyes rounded in fright;
Such a misfortune to be lost on Halloween night!
Then a ghost drifted to me, as if borne by a breeze;
So dazed and woozy, unconsciousness began to tease.
I revived to see a costumed ghost, sweet and dandy.
"Please feel better," she said, giving me a candy.