Gore Vidal
Some Random Lines of Poetry
And time should gurgle on,
Not lords of nature yet, but naked prey.
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?
People who do things exceed my endurance;
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Man hands on misery to man.
It’s always a mistake to worship human beings
“Some polish is gained with one’s ruin,” said she.
out and out meanness, too, lets love breathe
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
as freedom is a breakfastfood
What kind of beast would turn its own life into words?
And in this flea our two bloods mingled bee.
The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews,
And because it’s a holiday, one of my all-time favorites, Topkis v Vidal from the letters page of the New York Review.
by Richard W. Bray
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