Frank Corcoran

In einer eMail vom 16.01.2006 22:15:09 Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran: My heart is white. Croí Bán. Them Corbianco cows will be my medal, my matins. They’re now lowing that our garden is ‘‘classical’’? Serpents keep insisting, though, on the ‘‘Romantic’’ character of red-ochre-peperino play, a higher symmetry resulting from the play of the up-close drunken [...]

In einer eMail vom 16.01.2006 22:14:09 Westeuropãische Normalzeit schreibt FBCorcoran: Your poor Sweeney, we now know, was impaled. He’d hunkered for drink (fresh Corbianco sixty cows’ milkings, actually) out of the (actually a servant-girl’s) heel-hollowed dinge in a saint’s cowshit. It doesn’t matter now. Will it? Happen to me in my microcosmic Paradise, the sun-crazed [...]