What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-consciou...s looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Marriages will survive despite enormous strains. A lover will ask, "Is he happy? Can he still love her?" They don't realise that's... not the point, it's all the normal things they do together--going to the supermarket, choosing wallpaper, doing things with the children.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Women, for centuries not having access to pornography and now unable to bear looking at the muck on the supermarket shelves, are a...stonished. Women do not believe that men believe what pornography says about women. But they do. From the worst to the best of them, they do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[There is a] no-win decision that innumerable people make, or try to make, or try to put off making daily: Whether to give up the ...job, the place, the people, the future one holds dear, denying one's own mental capacities, independence, and desires (what are left of them, what one remembers of them) just to get away. They will find themselves disgusting if they let their tormentor get his way, not ... by touching their body ... but by forcing them to flee, to change anything they would not have changed if they were free to keep it: their white collar career or their cash register at the supermarket, it doesn't matter in the slightest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With the supermarket as our temple and the singing commercial as our litany, are we likely to fire the world with an irresistible ...vision of America's exalted purpose and inspiring way of life?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boy...s.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in ...the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »