arquimedes

and, I said, you can take your rich aunts and uncles and grandfathers and fathers and all their lousy oil and their seven lakes and their wild turkey and buffalo and the whole state of Texas, meaning, your crow-blasts and your Saturday night boardwalks, and your 2-bit library and your crooked councilmen and your pansy artists - you can take all these and your weekly newspaper and your famous tornadoes, and your filthy floods and all your yowling cats and your subscription to Time, and shove them baby shove themI can handle a pick and axe again (I think) and I can pick up 25 buck for a 4-rounder (maybe); sure, I'm 38 but a little dye can pinch the gray out of my hair; and I can still write a poem (sometimes), dont forget THAT, and even if they dont pay off, it's better than waiting for death and oil, and shooting wild turkey, and waiting for the world to begin.