Mexico Seen from the Moving Car by Michael McClure

Mexico Seen from the Moving Car by Michael McClure THERE ARE HILLS LIKE SHARKFINS                              and clods of mud. The mind drifts through in the shape of a museum, in the guise of a museum dreaming dead friends: Jim, Tom, Emmet, Bill. —Like billboards their huge faces droop and stretch on the walls, on the wallsContinue reading “Mexico Seen from the Moving Car by Michael McClure”