Liberal the college. Fair the lawn. Pontificating by the fountain in the middle of the quad: La Poetessa. Who wishes to hear? She cares not. Slight breezes blow in circles, catching on her words. Waxwings. English her name, English her language, English her absobloomsburylutely witty garments. Yet i...

For the Weyward Sisters / / / talk about sleeping / you dream in black and white / i dream in fauve and phosphor / / cities where people are held for interrogation / cities where taxidrivers and policemen / systematize their criminality / cities where the friends i can depend on / meet...