"The shadow of the angel is waving in the opposite direction
dawn of intelligence turns telephones into strange animals
he attacks the rose garden with his mystical shear snip snip
snip
Ignu has painted Park Avenue with his own long melancholy
and ignu giggles in a hard chair over tea in Paris bald in his
decaying room a black hotel"


Allen Ginsberg-Ignu
New York, November, 1958