1. Newspaper

 

Christ
Now itís more than a year I havenít thought of you
Since I wrote my next to last poem Easter

My life is much changed since
But Iím still the same
I even wanted to be a painter

Here are the pictures Iíve made and which tonight are hanging

†††† on the walls
They open strange views of myself that make me think of You.

 

Christ
Life
Thereís where Iíve rummaged

 

My paintings pain me
Iím too passionate
Everythingís orangey.

 

Iíve spent a sad day thinking of my friends
And reading the newspaper

 

Christ
Life crucified in the wide open newspaper I hold in my

†††† outstretched arms
Wingspans
Rockets
Ebullition

Shouts.
You would say a plane going down.
Thatís me.

 

Passion
Fire
Serial novel
Newspaper

You can try not to want to speak of yourself
Sometimes you have to shout

 

Iím the other one
Too sensitive

 

August 1913.