there’s a feeling there it’s stuck in my wrist so I slice it off and it flipped up to my throat I wrung it out and it slipped to my tummy I struck it again it bounced to my head I shot a load and smothered my canvass dead and red Jackson Pollock, American abstract…


So much depends on these dark timesThat hang around our necks like stonesAnd drag us under dismal seasTo doom us into twilight zones. W. B. Yeats, Irish Poet and nobel lauriet, was born today in 1865. Ban Ki-Moon, South Korean politician, diplomat, and Former Secretary-General of the U.N. was born on this day in 1944.