if you say you like poetry, this is another editorial, then god damn you, buy books, sned send me money, I am up on a pot charge. anybody who says they like poetry and doesn’t send me money is a god damned fink.

editor

adv.

bring your case to me.

John Manse, attorney

3314 Tower Building

shoes repaired

Joe Coldone

111 E. 5th st.

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adv.

Dr. S. Rivers, psychiatrist

112 E. 5th st.

letters

yours is the best magazine ever. raw guts.

—Randy Page, Ohio.

your first issue knocked me out.

—Randy Page, Ohio.

I read it straight through.

—Randy Page, Jr. Ohio

have been waiting a long time for something like you.

—R.P., Cleveland

how do you DO it????

RANDY PAGE—

poet

I was not pleased.

Rance Edwards, Eirie, Pa.

the police threw the cat out the window and found 4 lousy grains of coedine. I am going to enter Ohio State, take a major in Engo9sh oit. to hell with the spelling, the mispelling. if you don’t like it too bad. this magazine is for fun and love, LOVE, LOVE. nobody will be send an issie until the write me a LONG LETTER asking for it. are you going to ask for it? send stamps, love, $$$$$. we don’t have much money. paper costs money. and we need volutnteers to do the work. I’ve got the keep the lawns trim and have to collect rents from the bums in back. we hope to continue with this mag. but need your helop & love & money.

ed.

poem

the sky reaches for my intestine

and the kitten walks across the floor

and the door is the moon

and I am an iceberg

and want icecream and pussy

and my green is going

and I can hardly see the stars,

o my god,

the pain,

fuck you.

—Randy Page, Ohio

LOVE

LOVE

LOVE

AND THANKS TO ALL OUR FRIENDS

[To William and Ruth Want-ling]

June 20, 1966

shouldn’t have told you about the Pulitzer nomination because it’s useless and futile, no chance, but thought it might amuse you in a kind of obscene manner, you know, maybe here I am dying and I am nominated for a longshot shit medal. [* * *]

still weak but feeling better, must be short here now, haven’t worked for a couple of weeks—doesn’t help with $$$ but spirit she lifts like kite, color comes back in eye, skin begins to glow, no doubt fucking job is one-half of what is killing me. they kill me if I work, I starve if I don’t. [***]

hello Ruthie: