TO RAY JOHNSON
I can't imagine what you thought you were doing what was the point of jumping off that bridge after so many years of playing it cool w/yr mail art & collage N.Y. success & enigmatic smile
I remember you once painted yr apartment white the floor the ‑ceiling the windows all yr collages

all the same size in stacks all painted white wasn't that enuf?
I think I hate you.Your no-note, yr 3rd cousins claiming yr work & leaving yr body for weeks in a Long Island morgue

What was the point? Did you want us to noticeto talk abt it? We did, you know. It turned us a minute away from the work we thought to be doingbefore we died.
Stop grinning.
--Diane di Prima, 1995