40 geese are assembled
(little sister who could dance on a sax-pence)
to arrange a world peace
On a ducat!
Cassandra, your eyes are like tigers,
with no word written in them
You also have I carried to nowhere
to an ill house and there is
no end to the journey.
The chess board too lucid
the squares are too even . . . theatre of war . . .
“theatre” is good. There are those who did not want
it to come to an end
and those negroes by the clothes-line
Their green does not swear at the landscape
2 months’ life in 4 colours
three times with tears:
to close the temple of Janus bifronte
the two-faced bastard
“and the economic war has begun”
Napoleon wath a goodth man, it took uth
20 yearth to crwuth him
it will not take uth 20 years to crwuth Mussolini”
Firms failed as far off as Avignon . . .
. . . my red leather note-book
peace of the Medici
lyrics also
that men sing to this day
“to the abandoned earth”
“to the” not “of the”
the old hand as stylist still holding its cunning
and the water flowing away from that side of the lake
is silent as never
under the arches
to dream the Republic.
the four bishops in metal
lapped by the flame, amid ruin, the faith —
reliquaries seen on the altar.
“Someone to take the blame if we slip up on it”
sleek head in the midst of it,
“if you will stay for the night”
“it is true there is only one room for the lot of us”
“money is nothing”
“no, there is nothing to pay for that bread”
“nor for the soup”
“Nothing left here but women”
“Have lugged it this far, will keep it” (the knapsack)
No, they will do nothing to you.
“Who says he is an American”
a still form on the camp bed
“Good God,” “The Man!” “Daddy has come!”
Slow lift of long banners
Fleeing to Rome from Sabine lands
and built the city where of noble fame
the Latin people taken has their name
bringing his gods into Latium
saving the bricabrac
“Ere he his goddess brought into Latium”
“each one in the name”
in whom are the voices, keeping hand on the reins
word not blacked out
The touch of sadism in the back of his neck
tinting justice, “Steele that is one awful name.”
sd/ the cheerful reflective nigger
Blood and Slaughter to help him
dialog repartee at the drain hole
Straight as the bar of a ducking stool “got his pride”
get to the states you can buy it
Don’t try that here
the bearded owl making catcalls
justice of Athena sustain me
“definition can not be shut down under a box lid”
but if the gelatine be effaced whereon is the record?
“wherein is no responsible person
having a front name, a hind name and an address”
“not a right but a duty”
those words still stand uncancelled,
“Present!”
and shit for the monopolists
the bastardly lot of ’em
Put down the slave trade, made the desert to yield
and menaced the loan swine
Apollo, double Apollo
“not the priest but the victim”
knew something was phoney, when he
sd/ : the money is there.
Knowledge lost
(“law rules the sea”)
that the state have vantage from private misfortune
No! Or the story of property
nothing worse than fixed charge
several years’ average
Be welcome, O cricket my cricket, but you must not
sing after taps.
Guard’s cap 15th century
in the village it is sometimes said
that a helmet is useless
nothing at all
It only gives courage
to those who have none at all
So Salzburg reopens
Here sings Wolfgang the cricket
Softly the bass
one might do worse than open a pub
so one thinks of
in pink
crystal helmets the mountebanks
with the cakeshops
in pink crystal helmets the mountebanks
messed up Monsieur Mozart’s house
but left the door of the new concert hall
So he said, looking at the signed columns
“how the hell can we get any architecture
when we order our columns by the gross?”
red marble with a stone loop cast round it, four shafts,
“And makes the air tremble with light”
thus writ, and conserved (or was)
So we sat there by the arena,
outside,
the decadent (Eliot)
the lace cuff fallen over his knuckles
considering Rochefoucauld
but the program (Café Dante) a literary program 1920 or
thereabouts was neither published nor followed
years before that, : “Can’t move ’em with
a cold thing like economics I am pledged not to
come here (London) to Parliament”
The grove needs an altar
as under the rain altars
asking how to discover delusions (confusions)
“Chose
and the crooks disappeared.”
“Chose
and the crooks toddled off.”
2 hours of living, knew when they left
that there wd/ be one hell of a fight
against world entanglement
Two with him in the whole house against the constriction of
Bacchus
moved to repeal that god-damned amendment
Number XVIII
Geneva the usurers’ dunghill
Frogs, brits, with a few dutch pimps
as top dressing to preface extortions
and the usual filthiness
for detail
, that is, for a few of the more obvious details,
the root stench being usura and CHANGING OF CURRENCY
and Churchill’s return to Midas broadcast by his liary.
“No longer necessary,” taxes are no longer necessary
in the old way if it (money) be based on work done
inside a system and measured and gauged to human
requirements
inside the nation of system process
and cancelled in proportion
to what is used and worn out
Sd/ one we/ have to think about that
but was hang’d dead by the heels before his thought as proposed
came into action efficiently
“For a pig,”
“for a woman.” For the infamies of
usura,
cause for wars, “mits”
sang Mr. Wilson, Thomas not Woodrow,
(the honours twice with his boots on,
that was Wellington)
and if theft be the main motive in government
in a large way
there will certainly be minor purloinments
As long as the socialists use their accessories as red herring
to keep man’s mind off the creation of money
many men’s manners he saw and cities Odysseus
this shrewd character,
so Nausikaa
took down the washing or at least went to see that the
maids didn’t slack
or sat by the window
knowing that nothing could happen
and looking ironicly at the traveler
Cassandra your eyes are like tigers’
no light reaches through them
eating lotus, or if not exactly the lotus, the asphodel
To be gentlewoman in a lost town in the mountains
on a balcony with an iron railing
with a servant behind her
as it might be in a play
and one goes by, not alone,
There is no love without jealousy
Without secrets no love
eyes of
the crazy woman
shade at the 3-way and that presage
in the air
which means that nothing will happen that will
be visible to the sargeants
Three women inside my mind
but as of conversation to follow,
boredom of that roman
in her vision
that stone angle all of his scenery
with the balustrade, an antipodes
and as for the solidity of the white oxen in all this
perhaps only Dr. Williams (Bill Carlos)
will understand its importance,
its benediction. He wd/ have put in the cart.
The shadow of the tent’s peak treads on its corner peg
marking the hour. The moon split, no cloud nearer than Lucca.
In the spring and autumn
In “The Spring and Autumn”
there
are
no
righteous
wars
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