Gloom: window facing wall. Relief afforded by hole about the size of a head.
Little birds and old men
A toast to ourselves
The Lay of Maldoror
Selection from second canto
Poems in prose
Through the little window, under the eaves, look. The line of my eyes and the line" of her eyes encounter each other. I shall have the advantage of altitude she says to herself.
The mysticism of money
Battle of flowers
The fundamental question which the existence of humanity sets each one of us is this : Can we forgive it ?
One thousand and one nights in a bar-room
Or the Irish odysseus
Painting, past and present
" The best jest is a brief one." Enough of your incomprehensible cubism. Dear reader. The cubist jest has been with us for fifteen years, and you have not yet consented to devote ten minutes of your attention to this question which so baffles you. However, as usual, wait 20 years, in twenty years you will agree with us.