Wednesday, June 30, 2010

LXXXIV

8th October:
                        If all the grief and tears

                                                            he is dead
all worth, all good

                                                            he is dead

“an’ doan you think he chop an’ change all the time
stubborn az a mule, sah, stubborn as a MULE,
got th’ eastern idea about money”
                                                Thus Senator

“am sure I don’t know what a man like you
            would find to do here”
                                                said Senator

Thus the solons, in Washington,
on the executive, and on the country, a.d. 1939

ye spotted lambe
                        that is both blacke and white
is yeven to us for the eyes’ delight

and now Richardson, Roy Richardson,
                        says he is different
will I mention his name?

and Demattia is checking out.
                        White, Fazzio, Bedell, blessed
Sarnone, two Washingtons (dark) J and M
            Bassier, Starcher, H. Crowder and
no soldier he although his name is Slaughter

this day October the whateverth

                                    bonds and their
                                                            interest
apparently as a basis of issue
and Mr Sinc Lewis has not
                        and Bartók has left us

We will be about as popular as Mr John Adams
and less widely perused
and the he leopard lay on his back playing with straw
in sheer boredom
                        (Memoirs of the Roman zoo)
                                                            in sheer boredom
Incense to Apollo
                                    Carrara
                                                snow on the marble
snow-white
                        against stone-white
on the mountain
and as who passed the gorges between sheer cliffs
as it might be by,

                        where one walks into Spain

                                                                        music
            as it might be at the Peach-blossom Fountain
where are smooth lawns with the clear stream
between them, silver, dividing,

                                    destroyed the whole town
for hiding a woman, fearful Aphrodite

                                    the desert rat said
“when we came out we had
                        80 thousand dollars’ worth”
                                                (“of experience”)
that was from mining
            having spent their capital on equipment
but not cal’lated the time for return
and my old great aunt did likewise
with that too large hotel
but at least she saw damn all Europe
            and rode on that mule in Tangiers
                        and in general had a run for her money

                                    “perhaps more than was in it”

            Under white clouds sky of Pisa
out of all this beauty something must come,

O moon my pin-up,
                                    chronometer

                        these three men full of humaneness (manhood)
                                                or humanity

and as to gradations
who went out of industrials into Government
            when the slump was in the offing
as against whom, prepense, got OUT

in 1938
so as not to be nourished by blood-bath?

when you come to the top of the stairs
                                                            usage   gradations
These are distinctions in clarity

intelligence            these are distinctions

John Adams, the Brothers Adams
                        there is our norm of spirit

our            balance

                        whereto we may pay our
                                                                        homage
                                    Saith Micah:
                                                            Each in the name of . . .
So that looking at the sputtering tank of nicotine and
                        stale whiskey
                                                (on its way out)
Kumrad Bear remarked:
                                    I will believe the American.
                                                                        Berlin 1945
the last appearance of Winston P.M. in that connection
                        and then I asked the sister
of the little swine shepherdess:
and these Americans?
                        do they behave well?
and she: hardly.
                        Hardly, hardly.
and I: worse than Germans?
                        and she: the same, thru the barbed wire
                                                you can, said Stef (Lincoln Steffens)
do nothing with revolutionaries
            until they are at the end of their tether

If the hoar frost grip thy tent
Thou wilt give thanks when night is spent.

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