BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE SOPHIST
You dont get the sense
he has a lot to say; but he says it
very well. The search
which is a deference to the caving
walls of essential acts, potential
caustics in seas of suits. [I]
want a phone, a sea, a
curb; body parts impede essence. (Relation
Precedes production.) Athwart
knack (flagon). As homemade
bestiary enthrottles boheme. Bruce
is bruised by bluster (Buster).
fire with water (warper). This
is a powerful, original, and deeply
moving work and many will
find it a disturbing one.
When in falcon time and of a ripe
rage, I bloat a board, as ever
has accord in a day-long waft . .
as or like may gird, sift, stultify,
perish, churl. Anyone blessed with
pumice. He said he had a mouse
in his hard disk. Then apoplectic,
I purely couldnt tell
couldnt consider, penultimately
unavoid[avail]able. Even Pope
John Paul II
agrees. I have read Professor
letter with amazement. In my review
his research was fascinating and most
presented. As for
the misgivings I felt (and still
Feel), they were expressed in as
manner . . . Those things
which I beheld as child—chair, table
floor—concrete, that meant a life.
blind to purloined recall, dodges
bull or Bill, only to inappropriately
will. These china dolls, Moroccan
scrawls: the cost of it all.
Retention that squanders its own
see-sawing and then fawning. My
is not good, my paper dirty, & I
am altogether ashamed. Standing,
stunned; strutting, stunted. He
who is lost hesitates and hesitating
(but not what he looked for). She
who meditates is tossed. Let geese
Be geese! (He does not care whose
sets on fire as long as he can warm
by the blaze.) There stands the hood,
there the barking knife. Take a
to write. She sure put
in my wheels! Like two dogs
prick. Nor cast your hose before
gnomes; that is, skin them but dont
Fleece them. For its better
to be led
by the nose than by the hairs, better
to be led by the nose than to have
nose. Which is to say, he was
a hatchet without a handle, a pudding
in a puddle. What a muddle!
I only say suppose this supposition, propose
this proposition. Not a tragedy, just
Inconvenience. & dont be
a reason. (Just after she screams
she picks up her bottle & dreams.)
Then we came upon a grand beech
Where once I lost my good friend Morris.
Willingly, Ill say Ive
had enough. Wet
as a mule and twice as
disgusted. Take my husband,
Please! But the pleasures are entrusted
to the wrong partitions: the cant
intellectual fashion (Paris) lies
a decade behind leather design (Milano).
that is, without accuracy. For with
& Meese, the only ones with rights
are the unborn and the police. & reigning over all,
the Great Communicator—master of
deceit. No release.
Heave, hoe this
What is here
only that; no
less. The tide
pulls back its
The prolonged hippopotami of the
swivel for their breakfasts, fall
in the middle landing soft
with the horse shrill of honeysuckle,
to the decimated
acid of the sweet
tub. They are hobbled, dejected
& lie frozen with salted humbling.
To the ocean of shorn horizon, averting
sentient emptiness, here where the
bodys sightless ascent
revolts in paltry recompense.
Obscurity beckons from down the block
oblivion, too, bids me come & knock.
The water calls me but I shall not
for a man's place is on the sho.
You can sing and you can pray & you can shout lots
but youll never get to Heaven
without a box.
Lox & bagels, bagels & lox,
is on the stove, time for a plate
Id ask that you call me by
my Christian name, Buddy
(since I dont know your name,
I hope you dont mind
calling you that).
Its not a lot to ask; purely,
its a small thing
but I think itd help to bond
the cement between us
put us on indistinct terms, if you
know what I mean.
What I want to bring across to you,
is the vanity of conceits
though you may call it what you please—
The story is told that a man came
to a house noted for
& was told, look to the West,
at the mountain ranges that
over the land
& was told, look to the South,
at the turquoise-blue lake
in the blue-bright sun
& was taken, then, to an Eastern
unrivaled in its varieties of plants & flowers
& he looked to the North, at the
& listened to the birds that filled
the branches of the
& he was ushered to the Western
& he said, But Ive
already seen that.
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