The enormous tragedy of the dream in the peasant’s bent
shoulders
tanned and stuffed,
Thus Ben Mussolini and la Clara a Milano
by the heels
That maggots shd/ eat the dead bullock
DIONYSUS, Dionysus, but the twice crucified
where in history will you find it?
yet say this to Possum: a bang, not a whimper,
with a bang not with a whimper,
To build the city
whose terraces are the colour of stars.
The suave eyes, quiet, not scornful,
rain also is of the process.
What you depart from is not the way
and olive trees blown white in the wind
washed in the Yangtze and Han
what whiteness will you add to this whiteness,
what candor?
“the great periplum brings in the stars to our shore.”
You who have passed the pillars and outward from Gibraltar
when Lucifer fell in N. Carolina.
if the suave air give way to scirocco
NO MAN, NO MAN? Odysseus
the name of my family.
the wind also is of the process,
sister the moon
Fear god and the stupidity of the populace,
but a precise definition
transmitted thus
Bride of Christ in mosaic till our time / deification of emperors
but a snotty barbarian ignorant of T’ang history need not deceive
one
nor
money on loan from anonimo
and in India the rate down to 18 per hundred
but the local loan lice provided from imported bankers
so the total interest sweated out of the Indian farmers
rose in Churchillian grandeur
as when, and plus when, he returned to the putrid gold standard
as was about 1925 Oh my England
that free speech without free radio speech is as zero
and but one point needed for Stalin
you need not, i.e. need not take over the means of production;
money to signify work done, inside a system
and measured and wanted
“I have not done unnecessary manual labour”
says the R. C. chaplain’s field book
(preparation before confession)
squawky as larks over the death cells
militarism progressing westward
in All Quiet on the Western Front
and the constitution in jeopardy
and that state of things not very new either
“of sapphire, for this stone giveth sleep”
not words whereto to be faithful
nor deeds that they be resolute
only that bird-hearted equity make timber
and lay hold of the earth
they spoke of Elijah
in telling the tales of Odysseus NO MAN
NO MAN
“I am noman, my name is noman”
but
the man with an education
and whose mouth was removed by his father
because he made too many things
whereby cluttered the bushman’s baggage
spoke and thereby created the named
thereby making clutter
the bane of men moving
and so his mouth was removed
as you will find it removed in his pictures
in the beginning was the word
paraclete or the perfect word: sincerity
from the death cells
@ Pisa
when the cat walked the top bar of the railing
and the water was still on the West side
flowing toward the Villa Catullo
where with sound ever moving
in diminutive loud-roarings
in the stillness outlasting all wars
“Woman”
“woman,
woman!”
“Why must I continue?
“If I fall
“it’s not to my knees”
and with one day’s reading a man may have the key in his hands
Hail Heroes
came a lion-coloured pup bringing fleas
and a bird with white markings, a stepper
under the six gallows
Absolve, may you absolve us all
lay there Barabbas and two thieves lay beside him
infantile synthesis in Barabbas
ebullient
and by name Thos. Wilson
Mr K. said nothing foolish, the whole month nothing foolish:
“if we weren’t dumb, we wouldn’t be here”
and the Lane gang
Butterflies, mint and Lesbia’s sparrows,
the voiceless with bumm drum and banners,
and the ideogram of the guard roosts
the sad thought turns
the thought goes, time returns
the young salesman
bowed with such french politeness “No that is impossible.”
I have forgotten which city
But the caverns are less enchanting to the unskilled explorer
than the Bisons as shown on the postals,
we will see those old roads again, question,
possibly,
but nothing appears much less likely,
and there was a smell of mint under the tent flaps
especially after the rain
and a white ox on the road toward Pisa
as if facing the tower,
dark sheep in the drill field and on wet days were clouds
in the mountain as if under the guard roosts.
A lizard upheld me
the wild birds wd not eat the white bread
From Carrara stone to the tower
and this day the air was made open
for Mercy of all delights,
whose prayers,
the great scarab is bowed at the altar
the green light gleams in his shell
plowed in the sacred field and unwound the silk worms early
in tensile display
in the light of light is the creative power
“are lights”
and in the hall of the forebears
as from the beginnings of wonders
the paraclete
the precision
the compassionate
the guider of waters
4 giants at the 4 corners
three young men at the door
and they digged a ditch round about me
lest the damp gnaw thru my bones
to redeem Zion with justice
sd/ Isaiah. Not out on interest said David rex
the prime s.o.b.
Light tensile immaculate
the sun’s cord unspotted
“are lights”
“ALL,
all things that are are lights”
and they dug him up out of sepulture
ostensibly looking for Manicheans.
a problem of history,
and the fleet at Salamis made with money lent by the state to the
shipwrights
A time for silence, a time for speaking.
Never inside the country to raise the standard of living
but always abroad to increase the profits of usurers,
Lenin said,
and gun sales lead to more gun sales
they do not clutter the market for gunnery
there is no saturation
Pisa, in the 23rd year of the effort in sight of the tower
and Till was hung yesterday
for murder and rape with trimmings
plus mythology, thought he was Zeus ram or another one
Hey Snag wots in the bibl’?
wot are the books ov the bible?
Name ’em, don’t bullshit ME.
NO MAN
a man on whom the sun has gone down
the ewe, he said had such a pretty look in her eyes;
and the nymph
came to me,
as a corona of angels
one day the clouds were banked
or in glory of sunset
and comrades blessed without aim
wept in the rainditch at evening
Are lights
that the drama is wholly subjective
stone knowing the form which the carver imparts it
the stone knows the form
either Aphrodite,
or Saint Mary of the Miracles
NO MAN
a man on whom the sun has gone down
nor shall diamond die in the avalanche
be it torn from its setting
first must destroy himself ere others destroy him.
4 times was the city rebuilded, Hail Heroes
Hail Heroes of Italy betrayed
now in the mind indestructible,
Hail Heroes,
With the four giants at the four corners
and four gates mid-wall Hail Heroes
and a terrace the colour of stars
pale as the dawn cloud, the moon
thin as Demeter’s hair
Hail Heroes, and in a dance the renewal
with two larks in counterpoint
at sunset
that softens
to the left the Tower
seen thru a pair of breeches.
who forgets and lets himself fall
and the Charybdis of action
to the solitude
woman, woman, that wd/ not be dragged into paradise by the hair,
under the gray cliff in periplum
the sun dragging her stars
a man on whom the sun has gone down
and the wind came as tree nymphs under the sun-beat
Woe to him alone
are never alone
amid the slaves learning slavery
and the dull driven back toward the jungle
are never alone SUN AROUND SUN
as the light sucks up vapor
and the tides follow
that had been a hard man in some ways
a day as a thousand years
as the leopard sat by his water dish;
has killed the aurochs and the bison sd/ Bunting
doing six months after that war was over
as pacifist tempted with chicken but declined to approve
of war “A Wreath of Chamberpots”
privately printed
to the shame of various critics
nevertheless the state can lend money
and the fleet that went out to Salamis
was built by state loan to the builders
hence the attack on classical studies
and in this war were
Bunting and cummings
as against thickness and fatness
black that die in captivity
night green of his pupil, as grape flesh and sea wave
undying luminous and translucent
It is over, Go;
surrounded by herds and by cohorts looked on
but in Tangier I saw from dead straw ignition
From a snake bite
fire came to the straw
from the fakir blowing
foul straw and an arm-long snake
that bit the tongue of the fakir making small holes
and from the blood of the holes
came fire when he stuffed the straw into his mouth
dirty straw that he took from the roadway
first smoke and then the dull flame
elemental he thought the souls of the children, if any,
but had rented a shelter for travelers
by foot from Syria, some of them
nor is it for nothing that the chrysalids mate in the air
color of light
green splendour and as the sun thru pale fingers
Lordly men are to earth o’ergiven
these the companions
wrote of giants
dreamed of nobility
comedian singing:
“Blarrney castle me darlin’
you’re nothing now but a StOWne”
talking of mathematics
lover of jade
wrote historical novels
looked twice bathed
are to earth o’ergiven.
And this day the sun was clouded
— “You sit stiller”
“if whenever you move something jangles.”
there might be some society (good) left in
Spain, wd. he care to frequent it, my god, no!
opinion in 1924
Uncle George stood like a statesman ALL THINGS FLOW
fills up every hollow
the cake shops
Madame the owner getting older
had never before met an American
“and all their generation”
no it is not in that chorus
going out and taller than anyone present
where are the hours of that year
Mr James shielding himself with Mrs Hawkesby
as it were a bowl shielding itself with a walking stick
as he maneuvered his way toward the door
of the education,
Teach? at Harvard?
Teach? It cannot be done.
and this I had from the monument
These are celebrations
July fourteenth
with the hill ablaze
the end of that chapter
see time for June 25th,
himself unmistakeably,
on a horse, an ear and the beard’s point showing
and the Farben works still intact
to the tune of
and they have bitched the Adelphi
niggers scaling the obstacle fence
in the middle distance
and Mr Edwards superb green and brown
in ward No 4 a jacent benignity,
“doan you tell no one
I made you that table”
methenamine eases the urine
and the greatest is charity
to be found among those who have not observed
regulations
not of course that we advocate —
and yet petty larceny
in a regime based on grand larceny
might rank as conformity naught else
with justice shall be redeemed
who putteth not out his money on interest
“in meteyard in weight or in measure”
XIX Leviticus or
First Thessalonians 4, 11
300 years culture at the mercy of a tack hammer
thrown thru the roof
Cloud over mountain, mountain over the cloud
I surrender neither the empire nor the temples
plural
nor the constitution nor yet the city
each one in god’s name
rose from the sea West Wind behind her
and from her manner of walking
till the shrine be again white with marble
till the stone eyes look again seaward
The wind is part of the process
The rain is part of the process
and the Pleiades set in her mirror
Mercy, this stone bringeth sleep;
offered the wine bowl
grass nowhere out of place
Deep Earth, Mother,
by thy herbs mint thyme and basil,
from whom and to whom,
will never be more now than at present
being given a new green katydid of a Sunday
emerald, paler than emerald,
minus its right propeller
this tent is to me and TITHONUS
eater of grape pulp
lit by sex
Manet painted the bar at La Cigale or at Les Folies in that year
she did her hair in small ringlets, à la 1880 it might have been,
red, and the dress she wore
a great goddess, Aeneas knew her forthwith
by paint immortal as no other age is immortal
France nineteenth
Degas Manet Guys unforgettable
a great brute sweating paint
of Vlaminck
for this stone giveth sleep
rest without more tossing
and eucalyptus that is for memory
under the olives, by cypress, Tyrrhenian Sea,
in field by the river the tables
the keys of the chateau;
rain,
To the left of the beautiful Tower the tower
in the tower to the left of the tower
chewed his son’s head
and the only people who did anything of any interest were Hitler, Mussolini
and
Frobenius
in Baluba the man who created the storm
and Monsieur Jean wrote a play now and then or the
Possum
poor and old I never read a letter
I don’t know how humanity stands it
with a painted paradise at the end of it
without a painted paradise at the end of it
the dwarf morning-glory twines round the grass blade
great NUT of the soul with Barabbas and 2 thieves beside me,
the wards like a slave ship,
Mr Edwards, Hudson, Henry companions in misery
Comrades Kernes, Green and Tom Wilson
God’s messenger Whiteside
and the guards op/ of the . . .
was lower than that of the prisoners
“all them g.d. m.f. generals c.s. all of ’em fascists”
“fer a bag o’ Dukes”
“the things I saye an’ dooo”
and I in a pig-sty
so lay men in Circe’s swine-sty;
I went into a pig-sty and I saw corpses of souls
“c’mon small fry” sd/ the little coon to the big black:
of the slaver as seen between decks
and all the presidents
Washington Adams Monroe Polk Tyler
plus Carrol (of Carrolton) Crawford
Robbing the public for private individual’s gain TO DUPE
every bank of discount is downright iniquity
robbing the public for private individual’s gain
and fair-haired Circe, mah! she gave them bad drugs
neither with lions nor leopards attended
but poison, poison
in all the veins of the commonweal
if on high, will flow downward all thru them
if on the forge
“not the priest but the victim”
his seal Apollo, sd/ the old combattant: “victim,
withstood them by Thames and by Niger with pistol by Niger
with a printing press by the Thames bank”
until I end my song
and shot himself;
for praise of intaglios
out of Babylon
they are left us
for roll or plain impact
or cut square in the jade block
great night of the soul from the tent
amid what was termed the a.h. of the army
the guards holding opinion. As it were to dream of
morticians’ daughters raddled but amorous
To study with the white wings of time passing
is not that our delight
to have friends come from far countries
is that not pleasure
nor to care that we are untrumpeted?
filial, fraternal affection is the root of humaneness
the root of the process
nor are elaborate speeches and slick alacrity.
employ men in proper season
not when they are at harvest
and the other woman: “I am the Moon.”
dry friable earth going from dust to more dust
grass worn from its root-hold
is it blacker? was it blacker? Night of soul?
is there a blacker or was it merely San Juan with a belly ache
writing for posterity
in short shall we look for a deeper or is this the bottom?
the tower there on the tree line
Berlin dysentery phosphorus
Candide’s old woman
(Hullo Corporal Casey) double X or burocracy?
Paradise is not artificial
but shattered apparently
it exists only in fragments unexpected excellent sausage,
the smell of mint, for example,
Ladro the night cat;
waited on the slope above the lake sunken in the pocket
of hills
awaiting decision from the old lunch cabin built out over the
shingle,
Zarathustra, now obsolete
to Jupiter and to Hermes where now is the castle
no vestige save in the air
in stone is no imprint and the grey walls of no era
under the olives
sacred to Athena
little owl, gleaming eyes,
olive trees
that which gleams and then does not gleam
as the leaf turns in the air
North East South Winds
“That’s the bugbear,” said the young mother
and the bathers like small birds under hawk’s eye
shrank back under the cliff’s edge
“wd.” said the guard “take everyone of them g.d.m.f. generals
c.s. all of ’em fascists”
Oedipus, grandsons of the magnanimous Remus
so Mr Bullington lay on his back like an ape
singing: O sweet and lovely
o Lady be good”
into a pig-sty I too went
Criminals have no intellectual interests?
and for three months did not know the taste of his food
the sharp song with sun under its radiance
shrill
one tanka entitled the shadow
bugbear, or the hawk’s wing
of no fortune and with a name to come
Is downright iniquity said J. Adams
at 35 instead of 21.65
doubtless conditioned by what his father heard in
Byzantium
doubtless conditioned by the spawn of the gt. Meyer Anselm Rothschild
That old H. Morgenthau had heard from the ass eared militarist in Byzantium:
“Why stop?” “To begin again when we are strong.”
and young H/ the tip from the augean stables in Paris
thus conditioning.
Meyer Anselm, a rrromance, yes, yes certainly
but more fool you if you fall for it two centuries later
. . .
from their seats the blond bastards, and cast ’em
the yidd is a stimulant, and the goyim are cattle
in gt/ proportion and go to saleable slaughter
with the maximum of docility. but if
a place be oversalted, , ,?
With justice,
by the law, from the law or it is not in the contract
nothing pinned on Jehoveh
to the
autumnal heavens succession dance
with the sun under its melody
to the compassionate heavens
and there is also the XIXth Leviticus.
“Thou shalt purchase the field with money.”
signed Jeremiah
from the tower
unto the horse gate $8.50
which is in Benjamin, $8.67
For the purity of the air on Chocorua
in a land of maple
From the law, by the law, so build yr/ temple
with justice in meteyard and measure
a black delicate hand
a white’s hand like a ham
pass by, seen under the tent-flap
on sick call : comman’
comman’, sick call comman’
and the two largest rackets are alternation
of the value of money
(of the unit of money CHANGING ONE CURRENCY
FOR ANOTHER
and usury @60 or lending
that which is made out of nothing
and the state can lend money as was done
by Athens for the building of the Salamis fleet
and if the packet gets lost in transit
ask Churchill’s backers
where it has got to the state need not borrow
nor do the veterans need state guarantees
for private usurious lending
in fact that is the cat in the woodshed
the state need not borrow
as was shown by the mayor of Wörgl
who had a milk route
and whose wife sold shirts and short breeches
and on whose book-shelf was the Life of Henry Ford
and also a copy of the Divine Comedy
and of Heine’s poems
a nice little town in the Tyrol in a wide flat-lying valley
near Innsbruck and when a note of the
small town of Wörgl went over
a counter in Innsbruck
and the banker saw it go over
all the slobs in Europe were terrified
“no one” said the Frau Burgomeister
“in this village who cd/ write a newspaper article.
Knew it was money but pretended it was not
in order to be on the safe side of the law.”
But in Russia they bungled and did not apparently
grasp the idea of work-certificate
and started the New Economic Policy with disaster
and the immolation of men to machinery
and the canal work and gt/ mortality
(which is as may be)
and went in for dumping in order to trouble the waters
in the usurer’s hell-a-dice
all of which leads to the death-cells
each in the name of its god
or longevity because as says Aristotle
philosophy is not for young men
their Generalities can not be sufficiently derived from
their particularities
their generalities cannot be born from a sufficient phalanx
of particulars
lord of his work and master of utterance
who turneth his word in its season and shapes it
who seized the extremities and the opposites
holding true course between them
shielding men from their errors
cleaving to the good they had found
holding empire as if not in a mortar with it
nor dazzled thereby
wd/ have put the old man, his father on his shoulders
and gone off to some barren seacoast
Says the Japanese sentry : Paaak yu djeep over there,
some of the best soldiers we have says the captain
Hail to Great Japan from the Philippines
“how stiff the shaft of your neck is.”
and they went off each his own way
“a better fencer than I was,”
“I believe in the resurrection of Italy which is impossible
4 times to the song
now in the mind indestructible
. . . .
DAUGHTER, THE BLIND MAN’S SHINING
Glass-eye
treading water
and addressing the carpenter from the seawaves
because of an unpinned section of taff-rail
we are not so ignorant as you think in the navy
Oh yes, the money is there,
the money is there
(very peculiar under the circs)
musketeers rather more than 20 years later
an old man (or oldish) still active
serving small stones from a lath racquet
Persephone
in sight of the tower that leans
on such a litter rode Pontius
under such canvass
in the a.h. of the army
in sight of two red cans labeled “FIRE”
beware of their charm
SIRENS this cross turns with the sun
and the goyim are undoubtedly in great numbers cattle
whereas a jew will receive information
he will gather up information
in place of . . . something more solid
but not in all cases
SIRENS had appreciated his conversation
GRACES possibly in the soft air
with the mast held by the left hand
in this air as of Mercy
enigma forgetting the times and seasons
but this air brought her ashore a la marina
with the great shell borne on the seawaves
white shell
By no means an orderly Dantescan rising
but as the winds veer
southwest wind
southwest wind
as the winds veer and the raft is driven
and the voices
Southeast, East as the winds veer in periplum
I am the moon” .
as the winds veer in periplum
drunk with wine
“in the name of its god” “Come spirit”
“come” / not to a schema
“is not for the young” said Arry, Aristotle
but as grass under West Wind
as the green blade under East Wind
Time is not, Time is the evil, beloved
Beloved the hours rosy-fingered
as against the half-light of the window
with the sea beyond making horizon
against the light the lie of the cameo
profile
a dream passing over the face in the half-light
Venus, Aphrodite “or Rhodes”
Ligurian wind, come
“beauty is difficult” sd/ Mr Beardsley
“Pity you didn’t finish the job
while you were at it”
having run into the future non-sovereign Edward
on a bicycle equally freshman
a.d. 1910 or about that
beauty is difficult
in the days of the Berlin to Baghdad project
photos of rock temples
but he wd/ not talk of
the frogbassador, he wanted to
talk modern art
but of second rate, not the first rate
beauty is difficult.
He said I protested too much he wanted to start a press
and print the greek classics . . . . periplum
hilarity quoting the he seems to me
in reply to the trembling air
beauty is difficult
But on the other hand the President of Magdalen
(rhyming dawdlin’) said there were
too many words in “The Hound of Heaven”
a moddddun opohem he had read
and there was no doubt that the dons lived well
in the kawledg
it was if I remember rightly the burn and freeze that the fresh-
men
had failed to follow
or else a mere desire to titter etc.
and it is (in parenthesis) doubtless
easier to teach them to roar like gorillas
than to scan he seems to me
inferior gorillas
of course, lacking the wind sack
we have not yet calculated the sum gorilla + bayonet
and there was a good man named Burr
descendant of Aaron during the other war
who was amused by the British
but he didn’t last long AND
Corporal Casey tells me that Stalin
good man Stalin
has no sense of humour (dear Bear!)
and old Rhys, Ernest, was a lover of beauty
and when he was still engineer at a coal mine
a man passed him at high speed radiant in the mine gallery
his face shining with ecstasy
“A’hv joost . . . . . . . . . . . Tommy Luff.”
and as Luff was twice the fellow’s size, Rhys was puzzled
The Muses are daughters of memory
Clio, Terpsichore
and the three ladies all waited
“and with a name to come”
for generations to come
the grove needs an altar
Came Madame Lucrezia Borgia
and on the back of the door
are, or were, still the initials
lovely quarter hour,
to the click of hooves on the cobbles
and “my fondest knight lie dead” . . or Mary Stuart
“ghosts move about me” “patched with histories”
if they were,
what have they done in the interval,
eh, to arrive by metempsychosis at . . . . ?
and there are also the conjectures of the Fortean Society
Beauty is difficult . . . . the plain ground
precedes the colours
and this grass or whatever here under the tentflaps
is, indubitably, bambooiform
representative brush strokes wd/ be similar
. . . . cheek bone, by verbal manifestation,
her eyes
whereas the child’s face
in the fresco square over the doorway
centre background
the form beached under the Sun
tensile light pours down,
and that certain images be formed in the mind
to remain there
in a prepared place
Arachne brings me good fortune
to remain there, resurgent IMAGES
for the deification of emperors
and the medallions
and as for playing checquers with black Jim
on a barrel top where now is the Ritz-Carlton
and the voice of Monsieur Fouquet or the Napoleon 3rd
goatee of Mr Quackenbos, or Quackenbush
as I supposed it,
and Mrs Chittenden’s lofty air
and the remains of the old South
tidewashed to Manhattan and brown-stone
or (later) the outer front stair
or old Train (Francis) on the pavement in his plain wooden
chair
or a fellow throwing a knife in the market
past baskets and bushels of peaches
at $1. the bushel
and the cool of the 42nd St. tunnel (periplum)
white-wash and horse cars, the Lexington Avenue cable
refinement, pride of tradition, alabaster
Towers of Pisa
(alabaster, not ivory)
coloured photographs of Europa
carved wood from Venice venetian glass and the samovar
and the fire bucket, 1806 Barre Mass’chusetts
and the Charter Oak in Connecticut
or to begin with Cologne Cathedral
the Torwaldsen lion
the lion court
orient reaching to Tangier, the cliffs the villa
periplum
Mr Joyce also preoccupied with Gibraltar
and the Pillars of Hercules
not with my patio and the wistaria and the tennis courts
or the bugs
or the quality of the beer served to sailors
to see Naples
the romanesque
being preferable
and by analogy the form of
columns signed by their maker
the frescoes
the madonna
and “make the air tremble with clarity”
as in the manuscript
“Here is your tea” said the head waiter
in 1912 explaining its mysteries to the trainee
with a teapot from another hotel
but coffee came to Assisi much later
that is, so one cd/ drink it
when it was lost in Orleans and France semi-ruin’d
thus the coffee-house facts of Vienna
whereas Mr Carver merits mention for the
cultivation of peanuts,
peanuts, and the soja has yet to save Europe
and the wops do not use maple syrup
the useful operations of commerce
stone after stone of beauty cast down
and authenticities disputed by parasites
(made in Ragusa) and : what art do you handle?
“The best” And the moderns? “Oh, nothing modern
we couldn’t sell anything modern.”
But Herr Bacher’s father made madonnas still in the tradition
carved wood as you might have found in any cathedral
and another Bacher still cut intaglios
where the masks come from, in the Tyrol,
in the winter season
searching every house to drive out the demons.
Serenely in the crystal jet
as the bright ball that the fountain tosses
(Verlaine) as diamond clearness
How soft the wind
where the sea is remembered
out of hell, the pit
out of the dust and glare evil
West Wind / East Wind
This liquid is certainly a
property of the mind
it’s not an attribute but an element
in the mind’s make-up
it is an agent and functions dust to a fountain pan otherwise
Hast ’ou seen the rose in the steel dust
(or swansdown ever?)
so light is the urging, so ordered the dark petals of iron
we who have passed over Lethe.
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