He sang @3I'm talking through a hat that isn't mine@1. It's Jackson Pollock's, given him by Pollock's brother, Charles, and there is blood on the rim, his own not Pollock's. This talisman was lost in a bar somewhere, anywhere in America, and is worn now by a dump-picker who found it among the garbage. Appropriate! As both of them, one so great and the other so small, treated themselves like garbage. @3sanctus detrius redivivus@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CULLODEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |