Gyroscope Review 15-3 | Page 46

“Tard, très tard je t’ai connue la tristesse.” The air smelling of sadness and plumbing, reading our happy doom beneath a stark halo of fluorescent lights in the basement of the Bowery Poetry Club now a burlesque joint, serving up tits with $80 steaks. And who’s to say which is better? Breasts or odes to them. “O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!” Although never again shall there be found such beautiful talk of pity deep in the bowels and such hope to understand handfuls of gathered words, illuminated by study and pain. Gyroscope Review 3! 7