He sang @3I'm talking through a hat that isn't mine@1. It's Jackson Pollock's, given him by Pollock's brother, Charles, and there is blood on the rim, his own not Pollock's. This talisman was lost in a bar somewhere, anywhere in America, and is worn now by a dump-picker who found it among the garbage. Appropriate! As both of them, one so great and the other so small, treated themselves like garbage. @3sanctus detrius redivivus@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS |