1. Newspaper

Christ
Now it’s more than a year I haven’t thought of you
Since I wrote my next to last poem Easter

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

Here are the pictures I’ve made and which tonight are hanging

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

Christ
Life
There’s where I’ve rummaged

My paintings pain me
I’m too passionate
Everything’s orangey.

I’ve 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.
That’s me.

Passion
Fire
Serial novel
Newspaper

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

I’m the other one
Too sensitive

August 1913.