And this day Abner lifted a shovel . . . . .
instead of watchin’ it to see if it would
take action
as we have elsewhere
recorded / he said: beware of their charm
But on the other hand
society rules
if not always at any rate it is a level of
some sort whereto things tend to return
in the middle
whether upright or horizontal
“and having got ’em (advantages, privileges)
there is nothing, italics nothing, they will not do
to retain ’em”
yrs truly Confucius
Entered the Bros Watson’s store in Clinton N. Y.
preceded by a crash, i.e. by a
huge gripsack or satchel
which fell and skidded along the 20 foot aisle-way
and ceased with a rumpus of glassware
(unbreakable as it proved)
and with the enquiry: WOT IZZA COMIN’?
“I’ll tell you wot izza comin’
Sochy-lism is a comin’
(a.d. 1904, somewhat previous but effective
for immediate scope
things have ends (or scopes) and beginnings. To
know what precedes and what follows
will assist yr/ comprehension of process
As Arcturus passes over my smoke-hole
the excess electric illumination
is now focussed
on the bloke who stole a safe he cdn’t open
(interlude entitled: periplum by camion)
and the demon plays hob in the tent flaps
k-lakk……thuuuuuu
making rain
uuuh
hail
Heroes ! 4 times was the city remade,
now in the heart indestructible
4 gates, the 4 towers
(The Scirocco is jealous)
men rose out of earth
faint as the wraith of my first friend
who comes talking ceramics;
mist glaze over mountain
“How is it far, if you think of it?”
Came North wind and his chillun’
to brreak the corporal’s heart
Bright dawn on the sht house
next day
with the shadow of the gibbets attendant
The Pisan clouds are undoubtedly various
and splendid as any I have seen since
at Scudder’s Falls on the Schuylkill
by which stream I seem to recall a feller
settin’ in a rudimentary shack doin’ nawthin’
not fishin’, just watchin’ the water,
a man of about forty-five
nothing counts save the quality of the affection
mouth, is the sun that is god’s mouth
or in another connection (periplum)
the studio on the Regent’s canal
photo refound years after
with the feeling that Mr Eliot may have
missed something, after all, in composing his vignette
periplum
(the dance is a medium)
“To his native mountain”
you are a minute soul bearing a corpse
a little flame for a little
conserved in the Imperial ballet, never danced in a theatre
Padre José had understood something or other
before the deluxe car carried him over the precipice
the bird carried one away
learned what the Mass meant,
how one shd/ perform it
the dancing
the toys in the
service
top, whip, and the rest of them.
[I heard it in the s.h. a suitable place
to hear that the war was over]
the scollop of the sky shut down on its pearl
with beautiful hair Ida.
With drawn sword
day comes after day
and the liars on the quai at Siracusa
still vie with Odysseus
seven words to a bomb
as long as he climbs Capitol hill
the rest is explodable
Very potent, can they again put one together
as the two halves of a seal, or a tally stick?
the two halves of a seal
1/2s
in the Middle Kingdom
Their aims as one
direction of the will, as lord over the heart
the two sages united
he (Confucius)
had not left it in metric
“halves of a seal,”
and as to the distributive function
1766 ante Christum
it is recorded, and the state can lend money
as proved at Salamis
and for notes on monopoly
and credit,
both for the trust and the mistrust;
“the earth belongs to the living”
interest on all it creates out of nothing
the buggering bank has; pure iniquity
and to change the value of money, of the unit of
money
CHANGING ONE CURRENCY
we are not yet out of that chapter
Paradise is not artificial
Aphrodite, Aphrodite,
Moving under the earth enters the hall of the records
the forms of men rose out of earth
Paradise is not artificial
nor does the martin against the tempest
fly as in the calm air
“like an arrow, and under bad government
like an arrow”
“Missing the bull’s eye seeks the cause in himself”
“only the total sincerity, the precise definition”
and no sow’s ear from silk purse
even in that case . . .
the clouds over Pisa, over the two teats
earth
“He won’t” said Pirandello “fall for Freud,
he (Cocteau) is too good a poet.”
and Gaudier’s eye on the telluric mass of Miss Lowell
“the mind of Plato . . . or that of Bacon”
seeking parallel for his own
“Haff you gno bolidigal basshunts? . . . .
So Miscio sat in the dark lacking the gasometer penny
but then said: “Do you speak German?”
to Asquith, in 1914
face work all the time
back of that mask”
But Mrs Tinkey never believed he wanted her cat
for mouse-chasing
and not for oriental cuisine
“Jap’nese dance all time overcoat” he remarked
with perfect precision
“Just like Jack Dempsey’s mitts” sang Mr Wilson
so that you cd/ crack a flea on eider wan
ov her breasts
sd/ the old Dublin pilot
or the precise definition
beautiful bosom (in rare rhymes, see above)
2 mountains with the Arno, I suppose, flowing between them
so kissed the earth after sleeping on concrete
beautiful breast Demeter copulator
thy furrow
in limbo no victories, there, are no victories —
that is limbo; between the decks of the slaver
10 years, 5 years
Sold the school-house at Gais,
cut down the woods whose leaves served for bedding cattle
so there was a lack of manure . . .
for losing the law of Confucius
hence the valise set by the alpino’s statue
and the long lazy float of banners
and similar things occurred in Dalmatia
lacking that treasure of honesty
which is the treasure of states
and the dog-damn wop is not, save by exception,
honest in administration any more than the briton is truthful
Jactancy, vanity, peculation to the ruin of 20 years’ labour
bells over Petano . . . are softer than other bells
till the dog Arlechino makes his round
blanket holding the hills’ form in cloudy aurora
and Ida, goddess faces Apollo
was the only one who changed personality
changing her roles
Which fact, it wd/ seem, escaped most, if not all, of the critics
“If you had a f….n’ brain you’d be dangerous”
remarks Romano Ramona
to a by him designated c.s. in the scabies ward
the army vocabulary contains almost 48 words
one verb and participle one substantive shit
one adjective and one phrase sexless that is
used as a sort of pronoun
from a watchman’s club to a vamp or fair lady
And Margherita’s voice was clear as the notes of a clavichord
tending to her rabbit hutch,
O Margaret of the seven griefs
who hast entered the lotus
“Trade, trade, trade . .”
and they say the gold her grandmother carried under her
skirts for Jeff Davis
drowned her when she slipped from the landing boat;
doom
(O Mercury god of thieves, your caduceus
is now used by the american army
as witness this packing case)
Born with Buddha’s eye south of Mason and Dixon
as against:
They don’t exist, their surroundings grant them
an existence . . . and in the case of
“do not argue”
in the 3rd sphere do not argue
above which, the lotus, white nenuphar
Mercy, the mythologies
we who have passed over Lethe
there are in fact several coarse expressions used in the
army
indubitably, an idea, about anno
domini 1910 but I do not know what he has done with it
for I wd/ steal no man’s reason
preached vers libre with Isaiaic fury
fished for sound in the Seine
and led to dectors
“an animal” he said “which seeks to conceal the
sound of its foot-steps”
“A priest in disguise” sd/ Cocteau
“Seems to me a priest in disguise” At the door
“I don’t know, Monsieur, seems to me a priest in disguise.
“Thought” said M. Cocteau “that I was among men of letters
and then perceived a group of mechanics and garage assistants.”
“they will never have him
in the Académie Goncourt”
“30,000, they thought they were clever,
why, Hell / they cd/ have had it for 6000 dollars,
and after Landon they picked Wendell Wilkie
I am not king, don’t stoop to prince
Citizen of Florence, cd/ not receive noble titles
but carry the arms to this day
who resisted
when the fools wd/ have burnt down
Florence “with great scorn” “men used to obeying orders”
“there was also the King who signed those decrees”
if I fall, I don’t fall to my knees”
— niggers comin’ over the obstacle fence
as in the insets
to scale, 10,000 gibbet-iform posts supporting
barbed wire
“St. Louis Till” as Green called him. Latin !
“I studied latin” said perhaps his smaller companion.
“Hey Snag, what’s in the bibl’?
what are the books of the bibl’?
Name ’em! don’t bullshit me!”
“Hobo Williams, the queen of them all”
“Hey / Crawford, come over here /”
fleeing to Rome from Sabine lands
“Sligo in heaven” murmured uncle William
when the mist finally settled down
sample menus from the leading hotels
tinkered with lights
Mist covers the breasts
and drifts up the Arno
came night and with night the tempest
“How is it far, if you think of it?”
“Politically
“they are inactive. They think, but then there is
climate, they think but it is warm or there are flies or
some insects”
“And with the return of the gold standard
“every peasant had to pay twice as much grain
to cover his taxes and interest”
It is true that the interest is now legally lower
but the banks lend to the money lender
who can thus lend more to his victims
and the snot press and periodical tosh does not notice this
by hypostasis
if they can take Hancock’s wharf they can take your cow
or my barn
and the Kohinoor and the rajah’s emerald etc.
and Tom wore a tin disc, a circular can-lid
with his name on it solely:
for the-one-who-names has lost his mouth,
For nowt so much as a just peace
That wd/ obstruct future wars
as witness the bombardment at Frascati after the armistice
had been signed
who live by debt and war profiteering
the banking business
“. . . . of the Wabash cannon ball”
in flat Ferrarese country seemed the same as here
men move to scale as in
insets
under the Ram and Bull
in the house-boats bargaining half a day for ten bob’s worth
of turquoise
mind come to full when nothing more will go into it
the wind mad as Cassandra
who was as sane as the lot of ’em
Sister, my sister,
who danced on a golden coin
bringest to focus
Dionysus
Dionysus
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