A Voice


They mutilated they torment each other
With silences with words
As if they had another
life to live

they do so
as if they had forgotten
that their bodies
are inclined to death
that the inside of men
easily break down

ruthless with each other
they are weaker
than plants and animals
they can be killed by a word
by a smile by a look

Tadeusz Rozewicz (1921- )

Like They Say


Underneath the tree on some
soft grass I sat, I

watched two happy
woodpeckers be dis-

turbed by my presence. And
why not, I thought to

myself, why
not.

-Robert Creeley (1926-)

Utopia?


So this is utopia,
Is it? Well -
I beg your pardon;
I thought it was Hell

- Max Beerbohm