Kokoschka I give my world a lapidary sense; Kids flying kites, and frisbees have their place Despite the hint of national disgrace, Despite the tyrants who would oversee it. I only ask the artist should have space, Some money and good whiskey, just in case, You understand, I've seen it twice come crashing. What I can't stand is all that talk of grace As though such words could pause the human race. If young I'd slap Adorno in the face. There was poetry during Auschwitz.
'My sister and my lover and my wife'
I had to look that up they weren't all the same person. No, he was more normal than that.
Thanks for the poem, Great as always.