Eventually you must tire
These words we say and hear
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern at the poolhall
Passwords you'd whispered to doormen named Otto
Telescopes
It was a quiet winter’s evening, and everyone
Angst
’Twas the night before Christmas
How’s your love life?
Alarum. Excursion.
A dildo, a dollar
Riemann alone has seen beauty bare
Dildo I sing, the organ artifact
The cohomology of a nonabelian gauge
The laws of mechanics
Action of the Fingers, the Hand quiet
Eye of newt, and toe of frog
The creature from the graveyard shift
Commutative diagrams
It was my good fortune this Sunday last
Zitterbewegung
The Passing under of the Thumb
Monadology
He lies upon his back
The blues, in twelve bars
I had been holed amidships
At interludes
Argument of the work
A game of chess
Doodling to the radio
The court of Phillipo, Duke of Bohemia
Clearness in Rapidity
It was three o’clock when the telephone rang
For Gonzago, in the stinking desert
Light Motion in quiet Staccato
Evenness in double Passages
An unfamiliar female
Holy Saturday, riding northward
It was only midnight when she called this time
A secretary
Confessions of an amateur Frankenstein
Voices
The Great American Novel
In this room shall I rest
Sweet William finds me as he always finds me
Clearness in broken Chords
Pellucidar
A blues
Changing the Fingers on one and the same Key
In the voice of Catrina, a husky narrative monotone
Lieber Herr Doctor
At Halloween that year
When Newton delved, and Huyghens span
You, Doctor Dog
Television journalism
Claritas
Light Action of the Left Hand
La Travestia
Historia Calamitatum
These scarce could be the best of times
A letter of recommendation
A wedding in Tijuana
When I consider
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern at the seashore
Compactness
Gravitational catapults
Saxophones. A city street, near dusk.
The lady of the lake
Symposium
It was nearly eight
Stefano agonistes
A message in a bottle
Maybe the octopus movie would make a comeback
Two girls for every boy
You were never so sanguine
About the Garbonzo Players
The moving finger writes
Out of bed, I stand by the wallheater
The love that moves the sun and stars
