Ben Sonnenberg, 6 November 2003
We often elude the scimitars of the zouaves among the furniture by being geese.
Or deodars so that striking at us you also hit your sacred tree.
(Ha ha, say we. You say, Just you wait.)Vitale
Remember Vitale, the old aesthete knifed to his death on Mulberry Street. I hear he said, sinking to his knees, on the first night of San Gennaro,
Enfin, quelque chose m’arrive!