Part 2

“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)

XXXII

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

XXXIII

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

XXXIV

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.

XXXV

(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)

XXXVI

ta ppin g toe

hip popot amus Back

gen teel-ly lugu- bri ous

eyes LOOPTHELOOP

as

fathandsbangrag

XXXVII

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

XXXVIII

Will i ever forget that precarious moment?

As i was standing on the third rail waiting for the next train to grind me into lifeless atoms various ab- surd thoughts slyly crept into my highly sexed mind.

It seemed to me that i had first of all really made quite a mistake in being at all born, seeing that i was wifeless and only half awake, cursed with pimples, correctly dressed, cleanshaven above the nombril, and much to my astonishment much impressed by having once noticed ( as an infantile phenomenon ) George Washington almost incompletely surrounded by well- drawn icecakes beheld being too strong, in brief :an American, if you understand that i mean what i say i believe my most intimate friends would never have gathered.

A collarbutton which had always not nothurt me not much and in the same place.

Why according to tomorrow’s paper the proletariat will not rise yesterday.

Inexpressible itchings to be photographed with Lord Rothermere playing with Lord Rothermere billiards very well by moonlight with Lord Rothermere.

A crockodile eats a native, who in revenge beats it insensible with a banana, establishing meanwhile a re- ligious cult based on consubstantial intangibility.

Personne ne m’aime et j’ai les mains froides.

His Royal Highness said “peek-a-boo” and thirty tame fleas left the prettily embroidered howdah im- mediately.

Thumbprints of an angel named Frederick found on a lightning-rod, Boston, Mass.

such were the not unhurried reflections to which my organ of imperception gave birth to which i should or- dinarily have objected to which, considering the back- ground, it is hardly surprising if anyone hardly should call exactly extraordinary. We refer, of course, to my position. A bachelor incapable of occupation, he had long suppressed the desire to suppress the suppressed desire of shall we say: Idleness, while meaning its opposite? Nothing could be clearer to all concerned than that i am not a policeman.

Meanwhile the tea regressed.

Kipling again H. G. Wells, and Anatole France shook hands again and yet again shook again hands again, the former coachman with a pipewrench of the again latter then opening a box of newly without exaggeration shot with some difficulty sardines. Mr. Wiggin took Wrs. Miggin’s harm in is, extinguishing the spitoon by a candle furnished by courtesy of the management on Thursdays, opposite which a church stood perfectly upright but not piano item:a water- melon causes indigestion to William Cullen Longfel- low’s small negro son, Henry Wordsworth Bryant.

By this time,however,the flight of crows had ceased. I withdrew my hands from the tennisracket. All was over. One brief convulsive octopus, and then our hero folded his umbrella.

It seemed too beautiful.

Let us perhaps excuse me if i repeat himself:these,or nearly these,were the not unpainful thoughts which occupied the subject of our attention;to speak even less objectively,i was horribly scared i would actually fall off the rail before the really train after all arrived. If i should have made this perfectly clear,it entirely would have been not my fault.

XXXIX

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.

XL

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TWO

I

the season ’tis, my lovely lambs,

of Sumner Volstead Christ and Co. the epoch of Mann’s righteousness the age of dollars and no sense. Which being quite beyond dispute

as prove from Troy (N. Y.) to Cairo (Egypt) the luminous dithyrambs of large immaculate unmute antibolshevistic gents (each manufacturing word by word his own unrivalled brand of pyro -technic blurb anent the (hic) hero dead that gladly (sic) in far lands perished of unheard of maladies including flu)

my little darlings, let us now passionately remember how-- braving the worst, of peril heedless, each braver than the other, each (a typewriter within his reach) upon his fearless derrière sturdily seated--Colonel Needless To Name and General You know who a string of pretty medals drew

(while messrs jack james john and jim in token of their country’s love received my dears the order of The Artificial Arm and Limb)

--or, since bloodshed and kindred questions inhibit unprepared digestions, come:let us mildly contemplate beginning with his wellfilled pants earth’s biggest grafter, nothing less; the Honorable Mr. (guess) who, breathing on the ear of fate, landed a seat in the legislat- ure whereas tommy so and so (an erring child of circumstance whom the bulls nabbed at 33rd)

pulled six months for selling snow

II

opening of the chambers close

quotes the microscopic pithicoid President in a new frock coat(scrambling all up over the tribune dances crazily & &)& chatters about Peacepeacepeace(to droppingly descend amid thunderous anthropoid applause)pronounced

by the way Pay the

extremely artistic nevertobeextinguished fla -me of the(very prettily indeed)arra- nged souvenir of the in spite of himself fa -mous soldier minus his na- me(so as not to hurt the perspective of the(hei -nous thought)otherwise immaculately tabulated vicinity)invei- gles a few mildly curious rai -ned on people(both male and female created He

then, And every beast of the field

III

“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh say can you see by the dawn’s early my country ’tis of centuries come and go and are no more what of it we should worry in every language even deafanddumb thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry by jingo by gee by gosh by gum why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter they did not stop to think they died instead then shall the voices of liberty be mute?”

He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water

IV

it’s jolly odd what pops into your jolly tete when the jolly shells begin dropping jolly fast you hear the rrmp and then nearerandnearerandNEARER and before you can

!

& we’re

NOT (oh-- --i say

that’s jolly odd old thing, jolly odd, jolly jolly odd isn’t it jolly odd.

V

look at this) a 75 done this nobody would have believed would they no kidding this was my particular

pal funny aint it we was buddies i used to

know him lift the poor cuss tenderly this side up handle

with care fragile and send him home

to his old mother in a new nice pine box

(collect

VI

first Jock he was kilt a handsome man and James and next let me see yes Will that was cleverest he was kilt and my youngest boy was kilt last with the big eyes i loved like you can’t imagine Harry was o god kilt he was kilt everybody was kilt

they called them the kilties

VII

lis -ten

you know what i mean when the first guy drops you know everybody feels sick or when they throw in a few gas and the oh baby shrapnel or my feet getting dim freezing or up to your you know what in water or with the bugs crawling right all up all everywhere over you all me everyone that’s been there knows what i mean a god damned lot of people don’t and never never will know, they don’t want

to no

VIII

come, gaze with me upon this dome of many coloured glass, and see his mother’s pride, his father’s joy, unto whom duty whispers low

“thou must!” and who replies “I can!” --yon clean upstanding well dressed boy that with his peers full oft hath quaffed the wine of life and found it sweet--

a tear within his stern blue eye, upon his firm white lips a smile, one thought alone: to do or die for God for country and for Yale

above his blond determined head the sacred flag of truth unfurled, in the bright heyday of his youth the upper class American

unsullied stands, before the world: with manly heart and conscience free, upon the front steps of her home by the high minded pure young girl

much kissed, by loving relatives well fed, and fully photographed the son of man goes forth to war with trumpets clap and syphilis

IX

little ladies more than dead exactly dance in my head, precisely dance where danced la guerre.

Mimi a la voix fragile qui chatouille Des Italiens

the putain with the ivory throat Marie Louise Lallemand n’es-ce pas que je suis belle cheri? les anglais m’aiment tous, les americains aussi. . . .“bon dos, bon cul de Paris” (Marie Vierge Priez Pour Nous)

with the long lips of Lucienne which dangle the old men and hot men se promenent doucement le soir(ladies

accurately dead les anglais sont gentils et les americains aussi, ils payent bien les americains dance

exactly in my brain voulez vous coucher avec moi? Non? pourquoi?

ladies skilfully dead precisely dance where has danced la guerre j’m’appelle Manon, cinq rue Henri Mounier voulez vous coucher avec moi? te ferai Mimi te ferai Minette, dead exactly dance si vous voulez chatouiller mon lezard ladies suddenly j’m’en fout de negres

(in the twilight of Paris Marie Louise with queenly legs cinq rue Henri Mounier a little love begs, Mimi with the body like une boite a joujoux, want nice sleep? toutes les petites femmes exactes qui dansent toujours in my head dis-donc,Paris

ta gorge mysterieuse pourquoi se promene-t-elle, pourquoi eclate ta voix fragile couleur de pivoine?) with the

long lips of Lucienne which dangle the old men and hot men precisely dance in my head ladies carefully dead

X

16 heures l’Etoile

the communists have fine Eyes

some are young some old none look alike the flics rush batter the crowd sprawls collapses singing knocked down trampled the kicked by flics rush(the

Flics, tidiyum, are very tidiyum reassuringly similar, they all have very tidiyum mustaches, and very tidiyum chins, and just above their very tidiyum ears their very tidiyum necks begin) let us add

that there are 50(fifty)flics for every one(1)communist and all the flics are very organically arranged and their nucleus(composed of captains in freshly-creased -uniforms with only-just- shined buttons tidiyum before and behind)has a nucleolus:

the Prefect of Police

(a dapper derbied creature, swaggers daintily twiddling his tiny cane and, mazurkas about tweak- ing his wing collar pecking at his im

-peccable cravat directing being shooting his cuffs saluted everywhere saluting reviewing processions of minions tappingpeopleontheback

“allezcirculez”)

--my he’s brave. . . . the communists pick up themselves friends & their hats legs &

arms brush dirt coats smile looking hands spit blood teeth

the Communists have(very)fine eyes (which stroll hither and thither through the evening in bruised narrow questioning faces)

XI

my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting

for, my sister

isabel created hundreds (and hundreds)of socks not to mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that

i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et

cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)

THREE

I

now that fierce few flowers(stealthily) in the alive west begin

requiescat this six feet of Breton big good body, which terminated in fists hair wood

erect cursing hatless who (bent by wind)slammed hard-- over the tiller;clattered forward skidding in outrageous

sabots language trickling pried his black mouth with fat jibing lips,

once upon a (that is over: and the sea heaving indolent colourless forgets)time

Requiescat. carry carefully the blessed large silent him into nibbling final worms

II

Among

these red pieces of day(against which and quite silently hills made of blueandgreen paper

scorchbend ingthem -selves-U pcurv E,into: anguish(clim b)ing s-p-i-r-a- l and,disappear) Satanic and blasé

a black goat lookingly wanders

There is nothing left of the world but into this noth ing il trene per Roma si-gnori? jerk. ilyr,ushes

III

it is winter a moon in the afternoon and warm air turning into January darkness up through which sprouting gently, the cathedral leans its dreamy spine against thick sunset

i perceive in front of our lady a ring of people a brittle swoon of centrifugally expecting faces clumsily which devours a man, three cats, five white mice, and a baboon.

O a monkey with a sharp face waddling carefully the length of this padded pole;a monkey attached by a chain securely to this always talking individual, mysterious witty hatless.

Cats which move smoothly from neck to neck of bottles,cats smoothly willowing out and in between bottles,who step smoothly and rapidly along this pole over five squirming mice; or leap through hoops of fire,creating smoothness.

People stare, the drunker applaud while twilight takes the sting out of the vermilion jacket of nodding hairy Jaqueline who is given a mouse to hold lovingly,

our lady what do you think of this? Do your proud fingers and your arms tremble remembering something fragile and which had been presented unto you by a mystery? . . . the cathedral recedes into weather without answering

IV

impossibly

motivated by midnight the flyspecked abdominous female indubitably tellurian strolls emitting minute grins

each an intaglio. Nothing has also carved upon her much

too white forehead a pair of eyes which mutter thickly(as one merely terriculous American an instant doubts the authenticity

of these antiquities--relaxing hurries

elsewhere;to blow

incredible wampum

V

inthe,exquisite;

morning sure lyHer eye s exactly sit,ata little roundtable among otherlittle roundtables Her,eyes count slow(ly

obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)oat iNg,the

ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l in gof throughof treesOf.

(Fields Elysian

the like,a)slEEping neck a breathing a ,lies (slo wlythe wom an pa)ris her flesh:wakes in little streets

while exactlygir lisHlegs;play;ing;nake;D and

chairs wait under the trees

Fields slowly Elysian in a firmcool-Ness taxis,s.QuirM

and, b etw ee nch air st ott er s thesillyold WomanSellingBaloonS

In theex qui site

morning, her sureLyeye s sit-ex actly her sitat a surely!little, roundtable amongother;littleexactly round. tables,

Her .eyes

VI

candles and

Here Comes a glass box which the exhumed hand of Saint Ignatz miraculously inhabits. (people tumble down. people crumble to their knees. people begin crossing people)and

hErE cOmEs a glass box: surrounded by priests moving in fifty colours , sensuously

(the crowd howls faintly blubbering pointing

see yes) It here comes

A Glass Box and incense with

and oh sunlight-- the crash of the colours(of the oh silently striding)priests-and- slowly,al,ways;procession:and

Enters

this church.

toward which The Expectant stutter(upon artificial limbs, with faces like defunct geraniums)

VII

Paris;this April sunset completely utters utters serenely silently a cathedral

before whose upward lean magnificent face the streets turn young with rain,

spiral acres of bloated rose coiled within cobalt miles of sky yield to and heed the mauve of twilight(who slenderly descends, daintily carrying in her eyes the dangerous first stars) people move love hurry in a gently

arriving gloom and see!(the new moon fills abruptly with sudden silver these torn pockets of lame and begging colour)while there and here the lithe indolent prostitute Night,argues

with certain houses

VIII

will out of the kindness of their hearts a few philosophers tell me what am i doing on top of this hill at Calchidas, in the sunlight? down ever so far on the beach below me a little girl in white spins,tumbles;rolling in sand. across this water,crowding tints:browns and whites showing,the dotting millions of windows of thousands of houses--Lisboa. Like the crackle of a typewriter,in the afternoon sky. goats and sheep are driven by somebody along a curve of road which eats into a pink cliff back and up leaning out of yellowgreen water.

they are building a house down there by the sea,in the afternoon.

rapidly a reddish ant travels my fifth finger. a bird chirps in a tree,somewhere nowhere and a little girl in white is tumbling in sand Clouds over me are like bridegrooms

Naked and luminous

(here the absurd I; life, to peer and wear clothes. i am altogether foolish, i suddenly make a fist out of ten fingers voices rise from down ever so far-- hush. Sunlight, there are old men behind me I tell you;several,incredible,sleepy

IX

but observe;although once is never the beginning of enough, is it(i do not pretend to know the reason any more than.)But look:up--

raising, hoisting, a little perhaps that and this, deftly propping on smallest hands the slim hinging you --because it’s five o’clock

and these(i notice)trees winterbrief surly old gurgle a nonsense of sparrows, the cathedral shudders blackening; the sky is washed with tone

now for a moon to squat in first darkness --a little moon thinner than

memory

faint -er than all the whys which lurk between your naked shoulderblades.--Here

comes a stout fellow in a blouse just outside this window, touching the glass

boxes one by one with his magic stick(in which a willing bulb of flame bubbles) see

here and here they explode silently into crocuses of brightness. (That is enough of life, for you. I understand. Once again. . . .)sliding

a little downward,embrace me with your body’s suddenly curving entire warm questions

X

sunlight was over our mouths fears hearts lungs arms hopes feet hands

under us the unspeaking Mediterranean bluer than we had imagined a few cries drifting through high air a sail a fishing boat somebody an invisible spectator, maybe certain nobodies laughing faintly

playing moving far below us

perhaps one villa caught like pieces of a kite in the trees, here and here reflecting sunlight (everywhere sunlight keen complete silent

and everywhere you your kisses your flesh mind breathing beside under around myself) by and by

a fat colour reared itself against the sky and the sea

. . . finally your eyes knew me, we smiled to each other, releasing lay, watching (sprawling, in grass upon a cliff) what had been something else carefully slowly fatally turning into ourselves . . .

while in the very middle of fire all

the world becoming bright and little melted.

FOUR

I

the moon looked into my window it touched me with its small hands and with curling infantile fingers it understood my eyes cheeks mouth its hands(slipping)felt of my necktie wandered against my shirt and into my body the sharp things fingered tinily my heart life

the little hands withdrew, jerkily, themselves

quietly they began playing with a button the moon smiled she let go my vest and crept through the window she did not fall she went creeping along the air over houses roofs

And out of the east toward her a fragile light bent gatheringly

II

if being morticed with a dream myself speaks

(whispering, suggesting that our souls inhabit whatever is between them) knowing my lips hands the way i move my habits laughter

i say you will perhaps pardon, possibly you will comprehend. and how this has arrived your mind may guess

if at sunset it should, leaning against me, smile; or(between dawn and twilight)giving

your eyes, present me also with the terror of shrines