| What is the matter with plain old-fashioned cause-and-effect? | |
| Leaving one alone with romantic impressions of the trees, the sky? | |
| Who, actually, is going to be fooled one instant by these phoney explanations, | |
| think them important? So back we go to the old imprecise, feelings, the | |
| common knowledge, the importance of duly suffering and the occasional glimpses | |
| of some balmy felicity. The world of Schubert's lieder. I am fascinated | |
| though by the urge to get out of it all, and the urge to return to XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX by going |  |
| Further in and correcting the whole mismanaged mess. But am afraid I'll | |
| Be of no help to you. Goodbye. | |
| As balloons are to the poet, so to the ground | |
| Its varied assortment of trees. The more assorted they are, the | |
| Vaster his experience. Sometimes | |
| You catch sight of them on a level with the top story of a house, | |
| Strung up their for publicity purposes. Or like those bubbles | |
| Children make with a kind of ring, not a pipe, and probably using some detergent | |
| Rather than old fashioned soap and water. Where was I? The balloons | |
| Drift thoughtfully over the land, not exactly commenting on it, | |
| These are the range of the poet's experience. He can hide in trees | |
| Like a hamadryad, but wisely prefers not too, letting the balloons | |
| Idle him out of existence, as a car idles. Traveling faster | |
| And more furiously across unknown horizons, belted into the night | |
| Wishing more and more to be unlike someone, getting the whole thing | |
| (so he believes) out of his system. Inventing systems. | |
| We are a part of of some system, thinks he, just as the sun is part of | |
| The solar system. Trees brake his approach. And he seems to be wearing but | |
| Half a coat, viewed from one side. A "half-man" tlook inspiring the disgust of honest folk | |
| Returning from chores, frozen milk, the pump heaped high with a chapeau of snow, | |
| the "No Skating" sign as well. But it is here that he is best | |
| Face to face with the unsmiling alternatives of his nerve-wracking existence | |
| Places squarely in front of his dilemma, on all four before the lamentable spec-
tacle of the unknown. this | |
| Yet knowning where men are coming from. It is this, to hold a candle up to the album. | |
