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with breathing as (faithfully) her lownecked dress a little topples and slightly expands one square foot mired in silk wrinkling loth stocking begins queerly to do a few gestures to death, the silent shoulders are both slowly with pinkish ponderous arms bedecked whose white thick wrists deliver promptly to a deep lap enormous mindless hands. and no one knows what (i am sure of this) her blunt unslender, what her big unkeen “Business is rotten” the face yawning said what her mouth thinks of (if it were a kiss distinct entirely melting sinuous lean . . . whereof this lady in some book had read

she puts down the handmirror. “Look at” arranging before me a mellifluous idiot grin (with what was nose upwrinkled into nothing earthly, while the slippery eyes drown in surging flesh). A thumblike index down- dragging yanks back skin “see” (i, seeing, ceased to breathe). The plump left fist opening “wisdom.” Flicker of gold. “Yep. No gas. Flynn” the words drizzle untidily from released cheeks “I’ll tell duh woild; some noive all right. Aint much on looks but how dat baby ached.” and when i timidly hinted “novocaine?” the eyes outstart, curl, bloat, are newly baked and swaggering cookies of indignant light

joggle i think will do it although the glad monosyllable jounce possibly can tell better how the balloons move (as her ghost lurks, a Beau Brummel sticking in its three- cornered always moist mouth)—jazz, for whose twitching lips, between you and me almost succeeds while toddle rings the bell. But if her tall corpsecoloured body seat itself (with the uncouth habitual dull jerk at garters) there’s no sharpest neat word for the thing. Her voice? gruesome:a trull leaps from the lungs “gimme uh swell fite like up ter yknow, Rektuz, Toysday nite; where uh guy gets gayn troze uh lobstersalad

“life? Listen” the feline she with radishred legs said (crossing them slowly)“I’m asleep. Yep. Youse is asleep kid and everybody is.” And i hazarded “god” (blushing slightly)—“O damn ginks like dis Gawd” opening slowlyslowly them—then carefully the rolypoly voice squatting on a mountain of gum did something like a whisper, “even her.” “The Madam?” I emitted; vaguely watching that mountainous worthy in the fragile act of doing her eyebrows.—Marj’s laughter smacked me: pummeling the curtains, drooped to a purr . . . i left her permanently smiling

should i entirely ask of god why on the alert neck of this brittle whore delicately wobbles an improbably distinct face, and how these wooden big two feet conclude happeningly the unfirm drooping bloated calves i would receive the answer more or less deserved, Young fellow go in peace. which i do, being as Dick Mid once noted lifting a Green River (here’s to youse) “a bloke wot’s well behaved” . . . and always try to not wonder how let’s say elation causes the bent eyes thickly to protrude— or why her tiniest whispered invitation is like a clock striking in a dark house

take it from me kiddo believe me my country, ’tis of you, land of the Cluett Shirt Boston Garter and Spearmint Girl With The Wrigley Eyes(of you land of the Arrow Ide and Earl & Wilson Collars)of you i sing:land of Abraham Lincoln and Lydia E. Pinkham, land above all of Just Add Hot Water And Serve— from every B. V. D. let freedom ring amen. i do however protest, anent the un -spontaneous and otherwise scented merde which greets one (Everywhere Why) as divine poesy per that and this radically defunct periodical. i would suggest that certain ideas gestures rhymes, like Gillette Razor Blades having been used and reused to the mystical moment of dullness emphatically are Not To Be Resharpened. (Case in point if we are to believe these gently O sweetly melancholy trillers amid the thrillers these crepuscular violinists among my and your skyscrapers—Helen&Cleopatra were Just Too Lovely, The Snail’s On The Thorn enter Morn and God’s In His andsoforth do you get me? (according to such supposedly indigenous throstles Art is O World O Life a formula:example, Turn Your Shirttails Into Drawers and If It Isn’t An Eastman It Isn’t A Kodak therefore my friends let us now sing each and all fortissimo A- mer i ca, I love, You. And there’re a hun-dred-mil-lion-oth-ers, like all of you successfully if delicately gelded(or spaded) gentlemen(and ladies)—pretty littleliverpill- hearted-Nujolneeding-There’s-A-Reason americans(who tensetendoned and with upward vacant eyes, painfully perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the sternly allotted sandpile —how silently emit a tiny violetflavoured nuisance:Odor? ono. comes out like a ribbon lies flat on the brush

curtains part) the peacockappareled prodigy of Flo’’s midnight Frolic dolores small in the head keen chassised like a Rolls Royce swoops smoothly outward(amid tinkling-cheering-hammering tables) while softly along Kirkland Street the infantile ghost of Professor Royce rolls remembering that it has for -gotten some- thing ah (my necktie

workingman with hand so hairy-sturdy you may turn O turn that airy hurdysturdygurdy but when will turn backward O backward Time in your no thy flight and make me a child, a pretty dribbling child, a little child. In thy your ear: en amerique on ne boit que de Jingyale. things are going rather kaka over there, over there. yet we scarcely fare much better— what’s become of (if you please) all the glory that or which was Greece all the grandja that was dada? make me a child, stout hurdysturdygurdyman waiter, make me a child. So this is Paris. i will sit in the corner and drink thinks and think drinks, in memory of the Grand and Old days: of Amy Sandburg of Algernon Carl Swinburned. Waiter a drink waiter two or three drinks what’s become of Mæterlink now that April’s here? (ask the man who owns one ask Dad, He knows).

yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate of a somewhat obscure to be sure university spends her time looking picturesque under the as it happens quite erroneous impression that he nascitur

Jimmie’s got a goil goil goil, Jimmie ’s got a goil and she coitnly can shimmie when you see her shake shake shake, when you see her shake a shimmie how you wish that you was Jimmie. Oh for such a gurl gurl gurl, oh for such a gurl to be a fellow’s twistandtwirl talk about your Sal- Sal- Sal-, talk about your Salo -mes but gimmie Jimmie’s gal.

the waddling madam star taps taps. “ready girls”. the unspontaneous streets make bright their eyes a blind irisher fiddles a scotch jig in a stinking joyman bar a cockney is buying whiskies for a turk a waiter intones:bloo-moo-n sirkusricky platzburg hoppytoad yesmam. the furious taximan p(ee)ps on his whistle somebody says here’s luck somebody else says down the hatch the nigger smiles the jew stands besides his teddy-bears the sailor shuffles the night with Φυκινγ eyes the great black preacher gargles jesus the aesthete indulges his soul for certain things which died it is eighteen hundred years. . . . exactly under the window under the window under the window walk the unburied feet of the little ladies more than dead

listen my children and you shall hear the true story of Mr Do -nothing the wellknown parvenu who (having dreamed of a corkscrew) studied with Freud a year or two and when Freud got through with Do- nothing Do -nothing could do nothing which you and i are accustomed to accomplish two or three times, and even a few more depending on the remu- nerativeness of the stimulus(eheu fu -gaces Postu- me boo who)

even if all desires things moments be murdered known photographed,ourselves yawning will ask ourselves ou sont les neiges. . . . some guys talks big about Lundun Burlin an gay Paree an some guys claims der never was nutn like Nooer Leans Shikahgo Sain Looey Noo York an San Fran dictaphones wireless subways vacuum cleaners pianolas funnygraphs skyscrapers an safetyrazors sall right in its way kiddo but as fer i gimme de good ole daze. . . . in dem daze kid Christmas meant sumpn youse knows wot i refers ter Satter Nailyuh(comes but once er year)i’ll tell de woild one swell bangup time wen nobody wore no cloze an went runnin aroun wid eachudder Hell Bent fer election makin believe dey was chust born

death is more than certain a hundred these sounds crowds odours it is in a hurry beyond that any this taxi smile or angle we do not sell and buy things so necessary as is death and unlike shirts neckties trousers we cannot wear it out no sir which is why granted who discovered America ether the movies may claim general importance to me to you nothing is what particularly matters hence in a little sunlight and less moonlight ourselves against the worms hate laugh shimmy

nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should have gone into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable of all to use a highfalootin phrase luxuries that is or to wit farming and be it needlessly added my Uncle Sol’s farm failed because the chickens ate the vegetables so my Uncle Sol had a chicken farm till the skunks ate the chickens when my Uncle Sol had a skunk farm but the skunks caught cold and died and so my Uncle Sol imitated the skunks in a subtle manner or by drowning himself in the watertank but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor Victrola and records while he lived presented to him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a scrumptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my Uncle Sol and started a worm farm)

now dis “daughter” uv eve(who aint precisely slim )sim ply don’t know duh meanin uv duh woid sin in not disagreeable contras tuh dat not exacly fat “father”(adjustin his robe)who now puts on his flat hat

(and i imagine never mind Joe agreeably cheerfully remarked when surrounded by fat stupid animals the jewess shrieked the messiah tumbled successfully into the world the animals continued eating. And i imagine she, and heard them slobber and in the darkness) stood sharp angels with faces like Jim Europe

it really must be Nice, never to have no imagination)or never never to wonder about guys you used to(and them slim hot queens with dam next to nothing on)tangoing (while a feller tries to hold down the fifty bucks per job with one foot and rock a cradle with the other)it Must be nice never to have no doubts about why you put the ring on(and watching her face grow old and tired to which you’re married and hands get red washing things and dishes)and to never, never really wonder i mean about the smell of babies and how you know the dam rent’s going to and everything and never, never Never to stand at no window because i can’t sleep(smoking sawdust cigarettes in the middle of the night

this man is o so Waiter this;woman is please shut that the pout And affectionate leer interminable pyramidal,napkins (this man is oh so tired of this a door opens by itself woman.) they so to speak were in Love once? now her mouth opens too far and:she attacks her Lobster without feet mingle under the mercy. (exit the hors d’œures)

it started when Bill’s chip let on to the bulls he’d bumped a bloke back in fifteen. Then she came toward him on her knees across the locked room. he knocked her cold and beat it for Chicago. Eddie was waiting for him, and they cleaned up a few times—before she got the info from a broad that knew Eddie in Topeka, went clean daffy, and which was very silly hocked the diamond he gave her. Bill was put wise that she was coming with his kid inside her. He laughed. She came. he gave her a shove and asked Eddie did he care to ride her? . . . .she exactly lay, looking hunks of love in The Chair he kept talking about eyes

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why are these pipples taking their hets off? the king & queen alighting from their limousine inhabit the Hotel Meurice (whereas i live in a garret and eat aspirine) but who is this pale softish almost round young man to whom headwaiters bow so? hush—the author of Women By Night whose latest Seeds Of Evil sold 69 carloads before publication the girl who goes wrong you know(whereas when i lie down i cough too much). How did the traffic get so jammed? bedad it is the famous doctor who inserts monkeyglands in millionaires a cute idea n’est-ce pas? (whereas, upon the other hand, myself)but let us next demand wherefore yon mob an accident? somebody got concus- sion of the brain?—Not a bit of it, my dears merely the prime minister of Siam in native costume, who emerging from a pissoir enters abruptly Notre Dame(whereas de gustibus non disputandum est my lady is tired of That sort of thing

this young question mark man question mark who suffers from indigestion question mark is a remarkably charming person personally they tell me as for me i only knows that as far as his pictures goes he’s a wet dream by Cézanne

mr youse needn’t be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man’s solid bliss for youse ideas i’ll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues

she being Brand -new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O. K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell)next minute i was back in neutral tried and again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my lev-er Right- oh and her gears being in A 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning justas we turned the corner ofDivinity avenue i touched the accelerator and give her the juice,good (it was the first ride and believe i we was happy to see how nice she acted right up to the last minute coming back down by the Public Gardens i slammed on the internalexpanding & externalcontracting brakes Bothatonce and brought allofher tremB -ling to a:dead. stand- ;Still)

slightly before the middle of Congressman Pudd ’s 4th of July oration, with a curse and a frown Amy Lowell got up and all the little schoolchildren sat down

Dick Mid’s large bluish face without eyebrows sits in the kitchen nights and chews a two-bit cigar waiting for the bulls to pull his joint. Jimmie was a dude. Dark hair and nice hands. with a little eye that rolled and made its point Jimmie’s sister worked for Dick. And had some rows over percent. The gang got shot up twice, it operated in the hundred ands All the chips would kid Jimmie to give them a kiss but Jimmie lived regular. stewed three times a week. and slept twice a week with a big toothless girl in Yonkers. Dick Mid’s green large three teeth leak smoke:remembering, two pink big lips curl. . . . how Jimmie was framed and got his

o the sweet & aged people who rule this world(and me and you if we’re not very careful) O, the darling benevolent mindless He—and She— shaped waxworks filled with dead ideas(the oh quintillions of incredible dodderingly godly toothless always-so-much-interested- in-everybody-else’s-business bipeds)OH the bothering dear unnecessary hairless o ld

on the Madam’s best april the twenty nellie anyway and it’s flutters everything queer;does smells he smiles is like Out of doors he’s a with eyes and making twice the a week you kind of,know(kind well of A sort of the way he smile but and her a I mean me a Irish,cook but well oh don’t you makes burst want to dear somehow quickyes when(now,dark dear oh) the iceman how,luminously oh how listens and,expands my somewherealloverme heart my the halfgloom coolish of The what are parks for wiggle yes has are leap,which,anyway give rapid lapfulls of idiotic big hands

(as that named Fred -someBody:hippopotamus, scratch- ing,one,knee with,its, friend observes I pass Mr Tom Larsen twirls among pale lips the extinct cigar)at which this(once flinger of lariats lean exroper of horned suddenly crashing things)man spits quickly into the very bright spittoon

my uncle Daniel fought in the civil war band and can play the triangle like the devil)my uncle Frank has done nothing for many years but fly kites and when the string breaks(or something)my uncle Frank breaks into tears. my uncle Tom knits and is a kewpie above the ears(but my uncle Ed that’s dead from the neck up is lead all over Brattle Street by a castrated pup

than(by yon sunset’s wintry glow revealed)this tall strong stalwart youth, what sight shall human optics know more quite ennobling forsooth? One wondrous fine sonofabitch (to all purposes and intents) in which distinct and rich portrait should be included,gents these(by the fire’s ruddy glow united)not less than sixteen children and of course you know their mother,of his heart the queen —incalculable bliss! Picture it gents:our hero,Dan who as you’ve guessed already is the poorbuthonest workingman (by that bright flame whose myriad tints enrich a visage simple,terse, seated like any king or prince upon his uncorrupted arse with all his hearty soul aglow) his nightly supper sups it isn’t snowing snow you know it’s snowing buttercups

weazened Irrefutable unastonished two,countenances seated in arranging;sunlight with-ered unspea-king:tWeNtY,f i n g e r s, large four gnarled lips totter Therefore,approaching my twentysix selves bulging in immortal Spring express a cry of How do you find the sun,ladies? (graduallyverygradually “there is not enough of it” their,hands minutely answered

stop look & listen Venezia: incline thine ear you glassworks of Murano; pause elevator nel mezzo del cammin’ that means half- way up the Campanile, believe thou me cocodrillo— mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Americans particularly the brand of marriageable nymph which is armed with large legs rancid voices Baedekers Mothers and kodaks —by night upon the Riva Schiavoni or in the felicitous vicinity of the de l’Europe Grand and Royal Danielli their numbers are like unto the stars of Heaven. . . . i do signore affirm that all gondola signore day below me gondola signore gondola and above me pass loudly and gondola rapidly denizens of Omaha Altoona or what not enthusiastic cohorts from Duluth God only, gondola knows Cincingondolanati i gondola don’t —the substantial dollarbringing virgins “from the Loggia where are we angels by O yes beautiful we now pass through the look girls in the style of that’s the foliage what is it didn’t Ruskin says about you got the haven’t Marjorie isn’t this wellcurb simply darling” —O Education:O thos cook & son (O to be a metope now that triglyph’s here)

a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat fate per a somewhat more than less emancipated evening had in return for consciousness endowed him with a changeless grin where a dozen staunch and leal citizens did graze at pause then fired by hypercivic zeal sought newer pastures or because swaddled with a frozen brook of pinkest vomit out of eyes which noticed nobody he looked as if he did not care to rise one hand did nothing on the vest its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt while the mute trouserfly confessed a button solemnly inert. Brushing from whom the stiffened puke i put him all into my arms and staggered banged with terror through a million billion trillion stars

Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes with her whitehot face,gashed by hair’s blue cold jolts of lovecrazed abrupt flesh split “Pretty Baby” to numb rhythm before christ

this evangelist buttons with his big gollywog voice the kingdomofheaven up behind and crazily skating thither and hither in filthy sawdust chucks and rolls against the tent his thick joggling fists he is persuasive the editor cigarstinking hobgoblin swims upward in hisswivelchair one fist dangling scandal while rapidly through mist a defunct king as linotypes gobblehobble our lightheavy twic twoc ingly attacks landing a onetwo which doubles up suddenly his bunged hinging victim against the giving ropes amid screams of deeply bulging thousands i too omit one kelly in response to howjedooze the candidate’s new silk lid bounds gently from his baldness a smile masturbates softly in the vacant lot of his physiognomy his scientifically pressed trousers ejaculate spats a strikingly succulent getup but we knew a muffhunter and he said to us Kid. daze nutn like it.

(ponder,darling,these busted statues of yon motheaten forum be aware notice what hath remained —the stone cringes clinging to the stone,how obsolete lips utter their extant smile. . . . remark a few deleted of texture or meaning monuments and dolls resist Them Greediest Paws of careful time all of which is extremely unimportant)whereas Life matters if or when the your- and my- idle vertical worthless self unite in a peculiarly momentary partnership(to instigate constructive Horizontal business. . . .even so,let us make haste —consider well this ruined aqueduct lady, which used to lead something into somewhere)

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poets yeggs and thirsties since we are spanked and put to sleep by dolls let us not be continually astonished should from their actions and speeches sawdust perpetually leak rather is it between such beddings and bumpings of ourselves to be observed how in this fundamental respect the well recognised regime of childhood is reversed meantime in dreams let us investigate thoroughly each one his optima rerum first having taken care to lie upon our abdomens for greater privacy and lest punished bottoms interrupt philosophy

voices to voices, lip to lip i swear (to noone everyone) constitutes undying; or whatever this and that petal confutes. . . to exist being a peculiar form of sleep what’s beyond logic happens beneath will; nor can these moments be translated: i say that even after April by God there is no excuse for May —bring forth your flowers and machinery:sculpture and prose flowers guess and miss machinery is the more accurate, yes it delivers the goods, Heaven knows (yet are we mindful, though not as yet awake, of ourselves which shout and cling, being for a little while and which easily break in spite of the best overseeing) i mean that the blond absence of any program except last and always and first to live makes unimportant what i and you believe; not for philosophy does this rose give a damn. . . bring on your fireworks, which are a mixed splender of piston and of pistil; very well provided an instant may be fixed so that it will not rub, like any other pastel. (While you and i have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with? each dream nascitur,is not made. . .) why then to Hell with that: the other; this, since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid.

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