My schizoid side is the Raskolnikov-Dedalus-George Webber… side, the bent and brooding figure sneering at a world of mediocrities… My normal counterpart, the one you’re familiar with, is the halfback-whoremaster-alemate-scullion-jitterbug-jazzcritic side, the side in me which requires a broad, rugged America.
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change.Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
They should listen to the unsaid words that resonate around the edge of the poem.
Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?