Street Boys Pasolini fished among their schools. He'd kiss their ears and whisper challenges and put his hand in their tight pockets and go down to the depths from which a chosen few return. They took his money as they took him in. He didn't care, but rode the lilting undertow of dreams he thought they shared. It was not to flatter when he called them brave, lapping their shores, the hard blue rocks on which he crashed. -- Jay Parini