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Fear and Loathing in America
Whatever strange roots have done
ugly things, my hope survived
and served the sound of some
random introduction who
believed I escaped.
from page 724 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
I want to keep
the butter. It is
the best start for
a perfect mood.
from page 79 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
I lash the rough
euphoria of morning.
I seem to be hungrier
sitting in the kitchen,
rumored to be all
I know and give.
from page 526 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
I was another kind of tonight, there
with the radical fear of, immediately
that I’ll get over before
a spectator frenzies to touch.
from page 430 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Before I understood the dogs
barking, I was up early.
The happy teeth
dream of unctuous
laboring on coconut
crab back floating
in a spectacle of science
or maybe so much frenzy
which is different from
just eating dinner.
from page 383 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
For Apollo 1 astronauts Gus Grissom, Ed White, and Roger Chaffee
Space seems like the garbled
note of a loon beyond the context
of light. Who calls the hand
heavy or almost right?
Why expect a new word
to understand the world.
from page 270 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000
Turn me sudden
where I may touch
this figure in so
much twist. I hate
sweet, heavy & flowered.
from page 668 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Maybe the days have ends,
the possibility of some strange
intelligence that appeared
in a supermarket.
The point is, I don’t
dare question the cookbook.
from page 391 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
I lost arrogance,
an insult to adventure.
All assurance that I am now
saying what I have been
trying to, that first night
I was swimming.
I wasn’t lost.
from page 222 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
The spine is tape
& outline committed
to habit. The tendency
to keep movement reached
for me and left my
head cut from reality.
from page 718 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Necessary is the iceberg
so severe and wholly
alive for one, nearly arrested
face about to sense the dream
of June in New York.
from page 90 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Consider the grass
is thinking whether
to try fire or stone
as salvage for the
American life.
The future I see,
is a hunter.
from page 336 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Calling me
to this winter
I know I’ll take
the bright mornings.
The tree I owe
an obsession
of honesty.
I can’t prove
I’ve abandoned
my life.
from page 184 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
The awful rumor that I might assume
death comes from an owl. How does
winter aim me with spark like
the mechanics of a crow. I don’t
remember everything I’ve done
as complicated, despite all the reasons.
from pages 92-93 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Now seems sure with my face
already a refused arrow.
I can’t explain soon as a
threat about love. I was
a spectator of all things
I could steal—anything
that might bring me together.
from pages 515-516 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
True the skull
is a movie,
both saying and
stealing from me.
All I have is this
argument, where I
remain a theory,
ever and no more.
from pages 542-543 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
I gave up ugly and
housewife in my
married thought.
I was delirious around
myself and husband.
I heard the rumor
of the future Mrs.
had hunt down carcasses
of handbooks on rules.
from pages 72-73 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
I once twisted
like trouble and sound.
I lost the answer
to how those flies make perfect
riots in atmosphere and evidence.
from pages 104-105 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
Revise tonight—
struggling with the temptation to wire
sounds to the heart of one fucked thing.
I tried to get over the grey, deadweight
of thought and discovered the whirl of my hands
which could have agreed to be more than my own.
from pages 20-21 of Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976 by Hunter S. Thompson (Simon & Schuster, 2000).
