Lawrence Frelinghetti, “Recipe for Happiness Khaborovsk or Anyplace”
phases
“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.”
“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.”
Lawrence Frelinghetti, “Recipe for Happiness Khaborovsk or Anyplace”
