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NauenThen

Poem

It's spring, it's spring, it's spring! 

September 9

 

"In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities." —Rimbaud

 

Purgatory wasn't cooked up until the 12th century. Before that, it was Heaven or Hell, me hearties. People didn't get baptized till right before they died, because if you sinned after baptism, oops, straight to Hell.

 

"Someone stole your bag while you were in the john.

You didn't say you wanted me to keep an eye on it"

 

         George Eliot said: "It is never too late to be what you might have been."

 

I feel ready for whatever comes next.

Especially if it's lunch.

 

"Till human voices wake us, and we drown"

I sleep I sleep & still I drown

 

did you place yourself between me & the poem?

 

the poets who don't surf

lie broken in the backwash

 

  Veblen counted devout observances as one of the four occupations,

together with government, sports and war,

that the leisure class deems appropriate to its magnificence.

 

"I owe my superiority

to the fact

that I have

no heart."

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