HUFFY HENRY HID THE DAY, UNAPPEASABLE HENRY SULKED. I SEE HIS POINT,--A TRYING TO PUT THINGS OVER. IT WAS THE THOUGHT THAT THEY THOUGHT THEY COULD DO IT MADE HENRY WICKED & AWAY. BUT HE SHOULD HAVE COME OUT AND TALKED. ALL THE WORLD LIKE A WOOLEN LOVER ONCE DID SEEM ON HENRY'S SIDE. THEN CAME A DEPARTURE. THEREAFTER NOTHING FELL OUT AS IT MIGHT OR OUGHT. I DON'T SEE HOW HENRY, PRIED OPEN FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE, SURVIVED. WHAT HE HAS NOW TO SAY IS A LONG WONDER THE WORLD CAN BEAR & BE. ONCE IN A SYCAMORE I WAS GLAD ALL AT THE TOP, AND I SANG. HARD ON THE LAND WEARS THE STRONG SEA AND EMPTY GROWS EVERY BED. THE JANE IS ZONED! NO NIGHTSPOT HERE, NO BAR THERE, NO SWEET FREEWAY, AND NO PREMISES FOR BUSINESS PURPOSES, NO LOITERERS OR NEEDERS. HENRY ARE BAFFLED. HAVE EV'YBODY HEAD FOR MAINE, UTILITY-MAN TAKE A TRAIN? ARRIVE A TIME WHEN ALL COONS LOSE DERE GRIP, BUT IS HE COME? LE'S DO A HOEDOWN, GAL, ONE BLUE, ONE SHUFFLE, IF THEM IS ALL YOU SEEM TO REQUIRE. STRIP, OL BANGER, SKIP US WE, SUGAR; SO HANG ON ONE CHASTE EVENIN. --SIR BONES, OR GALAHAD: ASTONISHIN YO LEGAL & YO GOOD. IS YOU FEEL WELL? HONEY DUSK DO SPRAWL. --HIT'S HARD. KINGED OR THINGED, THOUGH, FLING & WING. POLL-CATS ARE COMING, HURRAH, HURRAY. I VOTES IN MY HOLE. ACACIA, BURNT MYRRH, VELVET, PRICKY STINGS. --I'M NOT SO YOUNG BUT NOT SO VERY OLD, SAID SCREWED-UP LOVELY 23. A FINAL SENSE OF BEING RIGHT OUT IN THE COLD, UNKISSED. (--MY PSYCHIATRIST CAN LICK YOUR PSYCHIATRIST.) WOMEN GET UNDER THINGS. ALL THESE OLD CRIMINALS SOONER OR LATER HAVE HAD IT. I'VE BEEN READING OLD JOURNALS. GOTTWALD & CO., OUT OF BUSINESS NOW. THICK CHESTS QUIT. DOUBLE AGENT, JOE. SHE HOLDS HER BREATH LIKE A SEAL AND IS WHITER & SMOOTHER. I ADMIT HIS GRIEFS & MUSIC & TITLED SPELLED ALL-DISAPPOINTED LADIES. A THRESHOLD WORSE THAN THE CIRCLES WHERE THE VILE SETTLE & LURK, RILKE'S. AS I SAID,-- FILLING HER COMPACT & DELICIOUS BODY WITH CHICKEN PAPRIKA, SHE GLANCED AT ME TWICE. FAINTING WITH INTEREST, I HUNGERED BACK AND ONLY THE FACT OF HER HUSBAND & FOUR OTHER PEOPLE KEPT ME FROM SPRINGING ON HER OR FALLING AT HER LITTLE FEET AND CRYING 'YOU ARE THE HOTTEST ONE FOR YEARS OF NIGHT HENRY'S DAZED EYES HAVE ENJOYED, BRILLIANCE.' I ADVANCED UPON (DESPAIRING) MY SPUMONI. --SIR BONES: IS STUFFED, DE WORLD, WIF FEEDING GIRLS. --BLACK HAIR, COMPLEXION LATIN, JEWELLED EYES DOWNCAST... THE SLOB BESIDE HER FEASTS... WHAT WONDERS IS SHE SITTING ON, OVER THERE? THE RESTAURANT BUZZES. SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE ON MARS. WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG? THERE OUGHT TO BE A LAW AGAINST HENRY. --MR. BONES: THERE IS. HENRY SATS IN DE BAR & WAS ODD, OFF IN THE GLASS FROM THE GLASS, AT ODDS WIF DE WORLD & ITS GOD, HIS WIFE IS A COMPLETE NOTHING, ST STEPHEN GETTING EVEN. HENRY SATS IN DE PLANE & WAS GAY. CAREFUL HENRY NOTHING SAID ALOUD BUT WHERE A VIRGIN OUT OF CLOUD TO HER MOUNTAIN DROPT IN LIGHT, HIS THOUGHT MADE POCKETS & THE PLANE BUCKT. 'PARM ME, LADY.' 'ORRIGHT.' HENRY LAY IN DE NETTING, WILD, WHILE THE BRAINFEVER BIRD DID SCALES; MR HEARTBREAK, THE NEW MAN, COME TO FARM A CRAZY LAND; AN IMAGE OF THE DEAD ON THE FINGERNAIL OF A NEWBORN CHILD. DURING THE FATHER'S WALKING--HOW HE LOOK DOWN BY NOW IN SOFT BOARDS, HENRY, PASS AND WHAT HE FEEL OR NO, WHO KNOW?-- AS DURING HIS BROAD FATHER'S, ALL THE BREAKS & ILL-LUCKS OF A THRIVING PIONEER BACK TO THE FLYING BOY IN MOUNTAIN AIR, VERMONT'S CHILD TO GO OUT, AND WHILE KEATS SWEAT' AND ETHAN ALLEN WAS A CALLING MAN, ALL THROUGH THE BLIND ONE'S DREAM OF THE START, WHEN DAY WAS KILLING PORTER AND HAD TO PART LOVERS FOR EVER, FANCY IF YOU CAN, WHILE THE CARDINALS' GUILE TO KEEP AENEAS OUT WAS FAILING, WHILE IN SOME HEARTS CHINESE DOUBT INSCRUTABLY WAS GROWING, TOWARD ITS END, AND A STARVED LION BY A WATER-HOLE CLOUDED WITH GALL, WHILE ABELARD WAS WHOLE, THESE GRAPES OF STONE WERE BEING PROFFERED, FRIEND. HENRY IS OLD, OLD; FOR HENRY REMEMBERS MR DEEDS' TUBA, & THE CAMEO, & THE RACE IN BEN HUR,--THE LOST WORLD, WITH SOUND, & THE MAN FROM BLANKLEY'S, WHICH HE DID NOT DIG, NOR DID HE UNDERSTAND ONE CAPTION OF, BEWILDERED HENRY, WHILE THE BIG ONES LAUGHED. NOW HENRY IS UNMISTAKABLY A BIG ONE. FUNNEE; HE DON'T FEEL SO. HE JUST STUCK AROUND. THE GERMAN & THE RUSSIAN FILMS INTO ITALIAN & JAPANESE FILMS TURNED, WHILE MANY WERE PREVENTED FROM MAKING IT. HE WISHING HE COULD SQUIRM AGAIN WHERE HOOT IS JUST AHEAD OF RUSTLERS, WHERE WILLIAM S FORGOES SOME DEEP ADVANTAGE, & MOVES ON, WHERE HASHKNIFE HARTLEY HAVING THE MATTER TAPED THE RATS ARE FLYING. FOR THE RATS HAVE MOVED IN, MOSTLY, AND THIS IS FOR REAL. THE WEATHER WAS FINE. THEY TOOK AWAY HIS TEETH, WHITE & HELPFUL; BOTHERED HIS BACKHAND; HALVED HIS GREEN HAIR. THEY BLEW OUT HIS LOVES, HIS INTERESTS. 'UNDERNEATH,' (THEY CALLED IN IRON VOICES) 'UNDERSTAND, IS NOTHING. SO THERE.' THE WEATHER WAS VERY FINE. THEY LIFTED OFF HIS COVERS TILL HE SHOWED, AND CRINGED & PLED TO SEE HIMSELF LESS. THEY INSTALLED MIRRORS TILL HE FLOWED. 'ENOUGH' (MURMURED THEY) 'IF YOU WILL WATCH US INSTEAD, YET YOU MAY SAVED BE. YES.' THE WEATHER FLEURED. THEY WEAKENED ALL HIS EYES, AND BURNING THUMBS INTO HIS EARS, AND SHOOK HIS HAND LIKE A NOTCH. THEY SANDPAPERED HIS PLUMPEST HOPE. (SO CAPSIZE.) THEY TOOK AWAY HIS CROTCH. DEPRIVED OF HIS ENEMY, SHRUGGED TO A STANDSTILL HORRIBLE HENRY, FOAMING. FAN THEIR WAY TOWARD HIM WHO WILL IN THE HIGH WOOD: THE OFFICERS, THEIR REST, WITH P. A. ECHOING: HIS GIRL COMES, SAY, CONNED IN TO TEST IF HE'S STILL HUMAN, SEE: SHE LOVE HIM, SEE, THEREFORE SHE GET ON THE SHERIFF'S MIKE & HOWL 'COME DOWN, COME DOWN'. THEREFORE HE UN-BUDGE, FURIOUS. HE'D FLEE BUT ONLY HEAVEN HANGS OVER HIM FOUL. AT THE CROSSWAYS, DOWNTOWN, HE DREAMS THE FOLK ARE BUYING PARSNIPS & SUDS AND PAYING RENT TO FOES. HE SLIPT & FELL. IT'S GOLDEN HERE IN THE SNOW. A MILD CRACK: A FAR RIFLE. BOGART'S DUDS TRUCK BACK TO WARDROBE. FANCY THE BRAIN FROM HELL HELD OUT SO LONG. LET GO. THERE WERE STRANGE GATHERINGS A VOTE WOULD COME THAT WOULD BE NO VOTE. THERE WOULD COME A ROPE. YES. THERE WOULD COME A ROPE. MEN HAVE THEIR HATS DOWN. ''DANCING IN THE DARK'' WILL SEE HIM UP, CAR-RADIO-WISE. SO MANY, SOME WON'T FIND A RUT TO PARK. IT IS IN THE ADMINISTRATION OF RHETORIC, ON THESE OCCASIONS, THAT--NOT THE FATHOMLESS HEART-- THE THINKY DEATH CONSISTS; HIS CHEST IS PINCHED. THE ENEMY ARE SICK, AND SO IS US OF. OFTEN, TO RISING TRYSTS, LIKE THIS ONE, DROVE HE OUT AND THE GASPS OF LOVE, AFTER ALL, HAD GOT HIM READY. HOWEVER THINGS HURT, MEN HURT WORSE. HE'S STARK TO BE JERKED ONWARD? YES. IN THE HEADLIGHTS HE GOT' KEEP HIM STEADY, LEAK NOT, LOOK OUT OVER. THIS' HARD WORK, BOSS, WAIT' FOR THE WORD. HIS MOTHER GOES. THE MOTHER COMES & GOES. CHEN LUNG'S TOO CAME, CAME AND CRAMPT & THEN THAT DRAGONER'S MOTHER WAS GONE. IT SEEM WE DON'T HAVE NO GOOD BED TO LIE ON, FOREVER. WHILE HE DRAWING HIS FIRST BREATH, WHILE SKINNING HIS KNEES, HE SKATED UP & DOWN IN FRONT OF HER HOUSE WISHING HE COULD, SIR, DIE, WHILE BEING BULLIED & HE DREAMT HE COULD FLY-- DURING IRREGULAR VERBS--THEM WORLD-SOUGHT BODIES SAFE IN THE ARCTIC LAY: STRINDBERG ROCKED IN HIS NICHE, THE GREAT ANDREE BY MUSCLED FRAENKEL UNDER WHAT'S OF THE TENT, TORN LIKE THEN LIMBS, BY BEARS OVER FIERCE DECADES, HARMLESS. UP IN PAIRS GO WE NOT, BUT WE HAVE A GOOD BED. I HAVE SAID WHAT I HAD TO SAY. THERE IS AN EYE, THERE WAS A SLIT. NIGHTS WALK, AND CONFER ON HIM FEAR. THE STRANGLER TREE, THE DANCING MOUSE CONFOUND HIS VISION; THEN THEY LOOSEN IT. HENRY WIDENS. HOW DID HENRY HOUSE HIMSELF EVER COME HERE? NIGHTS RUN. TES YEUX BIZARRES ME SUIVENT WHEN LOTH AT LANDFALL SOFT I LEAVE. THE SOLDIERS, COLERIDGE RILKE POE, SHOUT COMMANDS I NEVER HEARD. THEY MARCH ABOUT, DYING & ABSURD. TODDLERS ARE TAKING OVER. O VER! SABBATH BELLING. SNOODS CONVERGE ON A WEARY-DARING MAN. WHAT NOW CAN BE CLEARED UP? FROM THE YARD THE VISITORS URGE. BELLE THRO' THE GRAVES IN A BLAST OF SUN TO THE KIRK MOVES THE YOUNGEST WITCH. WATCH. GOD BLESS HENRY. HE LIVED LIKE A RAT, WITH A THATCH OF HAIR ON HIS HEAD IN THE BEGINNING. HENRY WAS NOT A COWARD. MUCH. HE NEVER DESERTED ANYTHING; INSTEAD HE STUCK, WHEN THINGS LIKE PITY WERE THINNING. SO MAY BE HENRY WAS A HUMAN BEING. LET'S INVESTIGATE THAT. ... WE DID; OKAY. HE IS A HUMAN AMERICAN MAN. THAT'S TRUE. MY LASS IS BRAKING. MY BRASS IS ACHING. COME & DIMINISH ME, & MAP MY WAY. GOD'S HENRY'S ENEMY. WE'RE IN BUSINESS... WHY, WHAT BUSINESS MUST BE CLEAR. A CORNERING. I COULDN'T FEEL MORE LIKE IT. --MR BONES, AS I LOOK ON THE SAFFRON SKY, YOU STRIKES ME AS ORNERY. LIFE, FRIENDS, IS BORING. WE MUST NOT SAY SO. AFTER ALL, THE SKY FLASHES, THE GREAT SEA YEARNS, AND MOREOVER MY MOTHER TOLD ME AS A BOY (REPEATINGLY) 'EVER TO CONFESS YOU'RE BORED MEANS YOU HAVE NO INNER RESOURCES.' I CONCLUDE NOW I HAVE NO INNER RESOURCES, BECAUSE I AM HEAVY BORED. PEOPLES BORE ME, LITERATURE BORES ME, ESPECIALLY GREAT LITERATURE, HENRY BORES ME, WITH HIS PLIGHTS & GRIPES AS BAD AS ACHILLES, WHO LOVES PEOPLE AND VALIANT ART, WHICH BORES ME. AND THE TRANQUIL HILLS, & GIN, LOOK LIKE A DRAG AND SOMEHOW A DOG HAS TAKEN ITSELF & ITS TAIL CONSIDERABLY AWAY INTO MOUNTAINS OR SEA OR SKY, LEAVING BEHIND: ME, WAG. LET US SUPPOSE, VALLEYS & SUCH AGO, ONE PAL UNWINDING FROM HIS LABOURS IN ONE BAR OF CHICAGO, AND THIS DID ACTUAL HAPPEN. THIS WAS SO. AND MANY GRACES ARE SLIPPED, & MANY A SIN EVEN THAT LAID MAN LOW BUT THIS WILL BE REMEMBERED & TOLD OVER, THAT SHE WAS HEARD AT LAST, HAUGHTFUL & GREASY, TO BAWL IN THAT LOW BAR: 'YOU CAN BIFF ME, YOU CAN BANG ME, GET IT YOU'LL NEVER. I MAY BE ONLY A POLACK BROAD BUT I DON'T LAY EASY. KISS MY ASS, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE.' WOMEN IS BETTER, BRAVER. IN A FOEHN OF LOSS ENTIRE, WHICH TOO THEY HOTTER UNDERSTAND, HAVING HAD IT, WE STRUGGLE. SOME HANG HEAVY ON THE SAUCE, SOME INVEST IN THE PAST, ONE HIDES IN THE LAND. HENRY WAS NOT HIS FAVOURITE. HENRY'S PELT WAS PUT ON SUNDRY WALLS WHERE IT DID MUCH RESEMBLE HENRY AND THEM PERSONS WAS DELIGHTED. ESPECIALLY HIS LONG & GLOWING TAIL BY ALL THEM WAS ADMIRED, AND VISITORS. THEY WHISTLED: THIS IS IT! GOLDEN, WHILST YOUR FROZEN DAIQUIRIS WHIR AT MIDNIGHT, GLEAMS ON YOU HIS FUR & SILKY & BLACK. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, PAL. MY MOLTEN YELLOW & MOONLESS BAG, DRAINED, HANGS AT REST. COLLECT IN THE COLD DEPTHS BARRACUDA. AY, IN SEALDAH STATION SOME POSSESSIONLESS CHILDREN SURVIVE TO DIE. THE CHINESE COMMUNES HUM. TWO DAIQUIRIS AND ONE TOLD THE OTHER A LIE. MUTTERED HENRY:--LORD OF MATTER, THUS: UPON SOME MORE UNQUIET SPIRIT KNOCK, MY MADNESSES HAVE CEASE. ALL THE QUARTER ASTONISHES A LONELY OUT & BACK. THEY SET THEIR CLOCKS BY HENRY HOUSE, THE STEADIEST MAN ON THE BLOCK. AND LUCIFER:--I SMELL YOU FOR MY OWN, BY SMUG. --WHAT HAVE I TOSSED YOU BUT THE LEAST (THO' HARD); FIT FOR YOUR EARS. YOUR SERVANT, BORED WITH HORROR, SAT ALONE WITH BUSY TEETH WHILE HIS DISLIKE INCREASED UNTO HIMSELF, IN TEARS. AND HE:--O PROMISING DESPAIR, IN SOLITUDE-- --END THERE. YOUR AVENUES ARE DYING: LEAVE ME: I DOVE UNDER THE OAKEN ARMS OF BROTHER MARTIN, ST SIMEON THE LESSER THEOLOGIAN, BODHIDHARMA, AND THE BAAL SHEM TOV. WESTWARD, HIT A LOW NOTE, FOR A ROARER LOST ACROSS THE SOUND BUT NORTH FROM BREMERTON, HIT A WAY DOWN NOTE. AND NEVER CADENZA AGAIN OF FLOWERS, OR COST. HIM WHO COULD REALLY DO THAT CLEARED HIS THROAT & STAGGERED ON. THE BLUEBELLS, POOL-SHALLOWS, SALUTED HIS OVER-NEEDS, WHILE THE CLOUDS GROWLED, HEH-HEH, & SNAPPED, & CRASHED. NO STUNT HE'LL EVER UNFLINCH ONCE MORE WILL FAIL (O LUCKY FELLOW, EH BONES?)--DRIFTED OFF UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS, SOMEWHERES. NO MORE DAILY, TRYING TO HIT THE HEAD ON THE NAIL: THIRSTLESS: WITHOUT A THINK IN HIS HEAD: BACK FROM WHEREVER, WITH IT SAID. HIT A HIGH LONG NOTE, FOR A LOVER FOUND NEEDING A LOWER INTO FRIENDLIER GROUND TO BUG AMONG WORMS NO MORE AROUND UM JUNGLES WHERE AH BLURT 'WHAT FOR?' WEEDS, TOO, HE FAVOURED AS MOST MEN DON'T FAVOUR MEN. THE GARDEN MASTER'S GONE. HERE, WHENCE ALL HAVE DEPARTED OR WILL DO, HERE AIRLESS, WHERE THAT WITCHY BALL WANTED, FOUGHT TOWARD, DREAMED OF, ALL A GREEN LIVING DROPS LIMPLY INTO ONE'S HANDS WITHOUT PLEASURE OR INTEREST FIGUREZ-VOUS, A TIME SWARMS WHEN THE WORD LIKE FOR MEMORY TOO THAT MORNING ARRIVED TO HENRY AS WELL A GREAT CHEQUE EATEN OUT ALREADY BY THE GOVERNMENT & STATE & OTHER STRANGE MATTERS GENTLE FRIENDLY HENRY PUSSY-CAT SMILED INTO HIS MIRROR, A MURDERER'S (AT STILLWATER), AT HIMSELF ALONE AND SAID ACROSS A PLINK TO THAT DESOLATE FELLOW SAID A LITTLE HAIL & BUCK-YOU-UP UPON HIS TRIUMPH WHEN WORST GOT THINGS, HOW WAS YOU? STEADY ON? WHEEDLING, OR SHOCKT HER & YOU HAVE BEEN BAD TO YOUR FRIEND, WHOM NOT YOU WRITING TO. YOU HAVE NOT LISTENED. A PELICAN OF LIES YOU LOOSED: WHERE ARE YOU? DOWN WEEKS OF EVENINGS OF LONGING BY HOURS, NOW, A STONED BELL, YOU DID SOMEBODY: OTHERS YOU HURT SHORT: ANYONE EVER DID YOU DO GOOD? YOU LICKING YOUR OWN OLD HURT, WHAT? AN EVIL KNEEL & ADORE. THIS IS HUMAN. HURL, GOD WHO FOUND US IN THIS, DOWN SOMETHING ... WE HEAR THE MORE SIN HAS INCREAST, THE MORE GRACE HAS BEEN CAUSED TO ABOUND. SOME GOOD PEOPLE, DARING & SUBTLE VOICES AND THEIR TENSE FACES, AS I THINK OF IT I SEE SANK UNDERGROUND. I SEE. MY RADAR DIGS. I DO NOT DIG. COOL THEIR FLUSHING BLOOD, THEM EYES IS SHUT-- EYES? APPALLED: BY ALL THE DEAD: HENRY BROODED. WITHOUT EXCEPTION! ALL. ALL. THE SENIOR POPULATION WAITS. COME DOWN! COME DOWN! A GHASTLY & FLASHING PAUSE, CLOTHED, LIFE CALLED; US DO. IN A MADHOUSE HEARD I AN ANCIENT MAN TUBE-FED WHO HAD NOT SAID FOR FIFTEEN YEARS (THEY SAID) ONE CANNY WORD, SENILE FOREVER, WHO A HEART MIGHT PIERCE, MUTTER 'O COME ON DOWN. O COME ON DOWN.' CLEAR WHOM HE MEANT. I AM THE LITTLE MAN WHO SMOKES & SMOKES. I AM THE GIRL WHO DOES KNOW BETTER BUT. I AM THE KING OF THE POOL. I AM SO WISE I HAD MY MOUTH SEWN SHUT. I AM A GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL & A GODDAMNED FOOL. I AM A LADY WHO TAKES JOKES. I AM THE ENEMY OF THE MIND. I AM A TEENAGE CANCER, WITH A PLAN. I AM THE BLACKT-OUT MAN. I AM THE WOMAN POWERFUL AS A ZOO. I AM TWO EYES SCREWED TO MY SET, WHOSE BLIND-- IT IS THE FOURTH OF JULY. COLLECT: WHILE THE DYING MAN, FORGONE BY YOU CREATOR, WHO FORGIVES, IS GASPING 'THOMAS JEFFERSON STILL LIVES' IN VAIN, IN VAIN, IN VAIN. I AM HENRY PUSSY-CAT! MY WHISKERS FLY. THIS IS THE LAY OF IKE. HERE'S TO THE GLORY OF THE GREAT WHITE--AWK-- WHO HAS BEEN RUNNING--ER--ER--THINGS IN RECENT--ECH-- IN THE UNITED--IF YOUR SCREEN IS BLACK, LADIES & GENTLEMEN, WE--I LIKE-- AT THE POINT HE WAS ALREADY TERRIFIC--SICK TO A SECOND TERM, HAVING DONE NO WRONG-- NO RIGHT--NO RIGHT--HAVING LET THE ARMY--BANG-- DEFEND ITSELF FROM JOE, LET VENOM' STRAUSS BILE OPPENHEIMER OUT OF USE--USE ROBB, WHO'LL LATER FEND FOR GOLDFINE--BREAKING NO LAWS, HE LAY IN THE WHITE HOUSE--SOB!!-- WHO NEVER UNDERSTOOD HIS OWN STRATEGY--WHEE-- SO MONTY'S MEMOIRS--NOR ANY STRATEGY, WANTING THE BALL BULLED THRO' ALL PARTS OF THE LINE AT ONCE--PROVING, BY HIS REFUSAL TO TAKE BERLIN, HE MISREAD EVEN CLAUSWITZ--WIDE ENPTY GRIN THAT NEVER LOST A VOTE (O ADLAI MINE). OH SERVANT HENRY LECTURED TILL THE CROWS COMMENCED AND THEN HE BULBED HIS VOICE & LECTURED ON SOME MORE. THIS HAPPENED AGAIN & AGAIN, LIKE WAR,-- THE INDIAN P.A.'S, SUCH AS THEY WERE, A WEAPON ON HIS SIDE, FOR THE BIRDS. VEXATIONS HELD A FIELD-MONSOON. HE WAS INTRODUCED, AND THEN HE WAS SUMMED-UP. HE WAS PUT QUESTIONS ON RACE BIGOTRY; HE PUT NO QUESTIONS ON RACE BIGOTRY CONSTANTLY. THE MAD SUN ROSE THOUGH ON THE GHATS & THE SADDHU IN MAHA MUDRA, THE GREAT RIVER, AND HENRY WAS HAPPY & BESIDE HIM WITH EXCITEMENT. BESIDE HIMSELF, HIS POSSIBILITIES; SALAAMING HOURS OF A HALF-BLIND MORNING WHILE THE RAINY LEPERS SALAAMED BACK, IN FEELINGS NOT EVER ACCORDED SOLELY TO ONESELF. HENRY, EDGED, DECIDEDLY, MADE UP STORIES LIGHTING THE PAST OF HENRY, OF HIS GLORIOUS PRESENT, AND HIS HOARIES, ALL THE BIGHT HEALS HE TAMPED-- --EUPHORIA, MR BONES, EUPHORIA. FATE CLOBBER ALL. --HAND ME BACK MY CRAWL, CONDIGN HEAVEN. TIGHTEN INTO A BALL ELONGATE & VALVED HENRY. TUCK HIM PEACE. RENDER HIM SIGHTLESS, OR RUIN AT HIGH RATE HIS CRAMPON FOCUS, WIPE OUT HIS NEED. REDUCE HIM TO THE REST OF US. --BUT, BONES, YOU IS THAT. --I CANNOT REMEMBER. I AM GOING AWAY. THERE WAS SOMETHING IN MY DREAM ABOUT A CAT, WHICH FOUGHT AND SANG. SOMETHING ABOUT A LYRE, AN ISLAND. UNSTRUNG. LINKED TO THE LAND AT LOW TIDE. CABLES FRAY. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. THE GLORIES OF THE WORLD STRUCK ME, MADE ME ARIA, ONCE. --WHAT HAPPEN THEN, MR BONES? IF BE YOU CARES TO SAY. --HENRY. HENRY BECAME INTERESTED IN WOMEN'S BODIES, HIS LOINS WERE & WERE THE SCENE OF STUPENDOUS ACHIEVEMENT. STUPOR. KNEES, DEAR. PRAY. ALL THE KNOBS & SOFTNESSES OF, MY GOD, THE DUCKING & TROUBLE IT SWARM ON HENRY, AT ONE TIME. --WHAT HAPPEN THEN, MR BONES? YOU SEEMS EXCITED-LIKE. --FELL HENRY BACK INTO THE ORIGINAL CRIME: ART, RIME BESIDES A SENSE OF OTHERS, MY GOD, MY GOD, AND A JEALOUSY FOR THE HONOUR (ALIVE) OF HIS COUNTRY, WHAT CAN GET MORE ODD? AND DISCONTENT WITH THE THRIVING GANGS & PRIDE. --WHAT HAPPEN THEN, MR BONES? --I HAD A MOST MARVELLOUS PIECE OF LUCK. I DIED. THE GREENS OF THE GANGES DELTA FOLIATE. OF HEARTLESS YOUTH MADE LATE AWARE HE PLED: BROWNIES, PLEASE COME. TO HENRY IN HIS SPAREST TIMES SOMETIMES THE LITTLE PEOPLE SPREAD, & DID FRIENDLY THINGS; THEN HE WAS GLAD. PLEASED, AT THE WORST, EXCEPT WITH MAN, HE SHOOK THE BRIGHTEST WINTER SUN. ALL THE GREEN LIVES IN A SAFETY OF THE STEADY 'PLANE. PLEASE, PLEASE COME. MY FRIENDS,--HE HAS BEEN KNOWN TO MOURN,--I'LL DIE; LIVE YOU, IN THE MOST WILD, KINDLY, GREEN PARTLY FORGIVING WOOD, SORT OF FOREVER AND ALL THOSE HUMAN SINGS CLOSE NOT YOUR BETTER EARS TO, WHILE GOOD SPRING RETURNS WITH A DANCE AND A SIGH. IT WAS WET & WHITE & SWIFT AND WHERE I AM WE DON'T KNOW. IT WAS DARK AND THEN IT ISN'T. I WISH THE BARKER WOULD COME. THERE SEEMS TO BE TO EAT NOTHING. I AM UNUSUALLY TIRED. I'M ALONE TOO. IF ONLY THE STRANGE ONE WITH SO FEW LEGS WOULD COME, I'D SAY MY PRAYERS OUT OF MY MOUTH, AS USUAL. WHERE ARE HIS NOTES I LOVED? THERE MAY BE HORRIBLES; IT'S HARD TO TELL. THE BARKER NIPS ME BUT SOMEHOW I FEEL HE TOO IS ON MY SIDE. I'M TOO ALONE. I SEE NO END. IF WE COULD ALL RUN, EVEN THAT WOULD BE BETTER. I AM HUNGRY. THE SUN IS NOT HOT. IT'S NOT A GOOD POSITION I AM IN. IF I HAD TO DO THE WHOLE THING OVER AGAIN I WOULDN'T. THERE SAT DOWN, ONCE, A THING ON HENRY'S HEART SO HEAVY, IF HE HAD A HUNDRED YEARS & MORE, & WEEPING, SLEEPLESS, IN ALL THEM TIME HENRY COULD NOT MAKE GOOD. STARTS AGAIN ALWAYS IN HENRY'S EARS THE LITTLE COUGH SOMEWHERE, AN ODOUR, A CHIME. AND THERE IS ANOTHER THING HE HAS IN MIND LIKE A GRAVE SIENESE FACE A THOUSAND YEARS WOULD FAIL TO BLUR THE STILL PROFILED REPRAOCH OF. GHASTLY, WITH OPEN EYES, HE ATTENDS, BLIND. ALL THE BELLS SAY: TOO LATE. THIS IS NOT FOR TEARS; THINKING. BUT NEVER DID HENRY, AS HE THOUGHT HE DID, END ANYONE AND HACKS HER BODY UP AND HIDE THE PIECES, WHERE THEY MAY BE FOUND. HE KNOWS: HE WENT OVER EVERYONE, & NOBODY'S MISSING. OFTEN HE RECKONS, IN THE DAWN, THEM UP. NOBODY IS EVER MISSING. COLLATING BONES: I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO DO. HENRY WOULD HAVE BEEN HOT AT THAT. I MISSED HIS PROFESSION. 'I'M AN ARCHEOLOGIST'; WHO COULD BE MORE RESPECTED PEACEFUL SERIOUS THAN THAT? HELL TALKT MY BRAIN AWAKE. BLUFFED TO THE ENDS OF ME PAIN & I TOOK UP A PENCIL; LIKE THIS I'M LONGING WITH. ONE SIGN WOULD SNOW ME BACK, BACK. IS THERE ANYONE IN THE AUDIENCE WHO HAS LIVED IN VAIN? A CHINESE TOOTH! AFRICAN JAW! DROOL, SAYS A NERVOUS SYSTEM, FOR A JOYOUS REPLACING. HEAT BURNS OFF DEW. BETWEEN THE ICES (MINDEL-WURM) IN A WORLD I EVER SAW SOME OF MY DYING PEOPLE INDEXED: ''WARM.'' HENRY HANKOVITCH, CON GUITAR, DID A SHORT ZEN PRAY, ON HIS TATAMI IN A RELAXED LOTOS FIXIN HIS MIND ON NUFFIN, ROSE-BLUE BREASTS, AND GAVE HIS PARNEL ONE FRENCH KISS; ENSLAVING HIMSELF HE WITHDREW FROM HIS BLUE FLORENTINE LEATHER CASE AN EGYPTIAN BLACK & FLICKT A ZIPPO. HENRY & PHOEBE HAPPY AS COCKROACHES IN THE WORLD-KITCHEN WOOFED, WITH ALL AWAY. THE INTERNATIONAL FLAME, LIKE DESPAIR, ROSE OR LIKE THE FOOLISH PAKS OR SUDANESE HENRY HANKOVITCH, CON GUITAR, DID A PRAYING MANTIS PRAY WHO EVEN MORE OBVIOUSLY THAN THE INCREASINGLY FANATICAL AMERICANS CANNOT GOVERN THEMSELVES. SWEDES DON'T EXIST, SCANDINAVIANS IN GENERAL DO NOT EXIST, TAKE IT FROM THERE. AND WHERE, FRIEND QUO, LAY YOU HIDING ACROSS MALIGNANT HALF MY YEARS OR SO? ONE EVIL FAERY IT WAS WORKT NIGHT, WITH AMOROSO PLEASING MENACE, THE PANES SHAKE WHERE LIE-BY-THE-FIRE IS WAITING FOR HIS CREAM. A TIGER BY A TORRENT IN RAIN, WIND, NARROWS FIEND'S EYES FOR GRIEF IN AN OLD INK-ON-SILK, REMINDING ME OF DELPHI, AND, FRIEND QUO, ONCE WAS SAFE IMAGINATION AS SWEET MILK. LET ALL FLOWERS WITHER LIKE A PARTY. AND NOW YOU HAVE ABANDONED OWN YOUR YOUNG & OLD, THE OLDEST, PEOPLE TO A SOLITUDINEM OF MOURNFUL COMMUNES, MOURNFUL COMMUNES. STATUS, STATUS, COME HOME. WROTH & OF WINE DID STUDY WHERE HIS SWORD, SNEAKED AWAY, MIGHT BE ... WITH SWOLLEN LIDS STAGGERED UP AND CLUNG DIM TO THE CLOTH OF GOLD. AN UN-GREEK WORD BLISTER, TO HIM HIS GUARD, AND THE TRUMPETER WOULD NOT SOUND, FISTED. HA, THEY HUSTLE CLITUS OUT; BY ANOTHER DOOR, LOADED, CROWDS HE BACK IN WHO NOW MUST, CHOPPED, FALL TO THE SPEAR-AX AH GRABBED FROM AN EXTRA BY THE BOY-GOD, SORE FOR WEAPONS. FOR THE SIN: LITTLE IT IS GROSS HENRY HAS TO SAY. THE KING HEAVED. PLUCKT OUT, THE AX-END WOULD HE JAB IN HIS SOLE THROAT. AS IF AN END. A BABY, THE GUARD MAY SQUIRE HIM TO HIS APARTMENTS. WEEPING & BLOOD WOUND ROUND HIS ONE FRIEND. MY MOTHER HAS YOUR SHOTGUN. ONE MAN, WIDE IN THE MIND, AND TENDONED LIKE A GRIZZLY, PRIED TO HIS TRIGGER-DIGIT, PAL. HE SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT, BUT, I GUESS, HE DIDN'T FEEL THE BEST, SISTER,--FELT LESS AND MORE ABOUT LESS THAN US ... ? NOW--TELL ME, MY LOVE, IF YOU RECALL THE DOVE LIGHT AFTER DAWN AT THE ISLAND AND ALL-- HERE IS THE STORY, JACK: HE VERBED FOR FORTY YEARS, VERY ENOUGH, & SHOT & BUCKT--AND, BABY, THERE WAS OF SCHIST BUT SMALL THERE (SOME). WHY SHOULD I TELL A TRUTH? WHEN IN THE CRACK OF THE DOOMING & EMPTYING NEWS I DID HOLD BACK-- IN THE TAXI TOO, SICK-- SILENT--IT'S SO I BROKE DOWN HERE, IN HIS MIND WHOSE SIRE AS MINE ONE SAME WAY-- I REFUSE, HOPING THE GUY GO HOME. HEY, OUT THERE!--ASSISTANT PROFESSORS, FULL, ASSOCIATES,--INSTRUCTORS--OTHERS--ANY-- I HAVE A SING TO SHAY. WE ARE ASSEMBLED HERE IN THE CAPITAL CITY FOR DULL--AND ONE PROFESSOR'S WIFE IS MARY-- AT CHRISTMASTIDE, HEY! AND ALL OF YOU DID THESE OR ARE DOING AND THE MORAL HISTORY OF WHAT WE WERE UP TO THRIVES IN SIR WILSON'S HANDS-- WHO I DON'T SEE HERE--ONLY DEALS GO SCREWING SOME OF YOU OUT, SOME UP--THE CHAIRMEN TOO A CHAIRMAN'S NOT A CHAIRMAN, SON, FOREVER, AND HURTS WITH HIS APPOINTMENTS; HA, BUT CIRCLE-- TAKE MY WORD FOR IT-- THOUGH MAYBE FROST IS DYING--AROUND MARY; FORGET YOUR FOOTNOTES ON THE OLD GENTLEMAN; DANCE AROUND MARY. THE HIGH ONES DIE, DIE. THEY DIE. YOU LOOK UP AND WHO'S THERE? --EASY, EASY, MR BONES. I IS ON YOUR SIDE. I SMELL YOUR GRIEF. --I SENT MY GRIEF AWAY. I CANNOT CARE FOREVER. WITH THEM ALL AGAIN & AGAIN I DIED AND CRIED, AND I HAVE TO LIVE. --NOW THERE YOU EXAGGERATE, SAH. WE HAFTA DIE. THAT IS OUR 'POINTED TASK. LOVE & DIE. --YES; THAT MAKES SENSE. BUT WHAT MAKES SENSE BETWEEN, THEN? WHAT IF I ROILING & BABBLING & BRAINING, BROOD ON WHY AND JUST SAT ON THE FENCE? --I DOUBTS YOU DID OR DO. DE CHOICE IS LOST. --IT'S FOOL'S GOLD. BUT I GO IN FOR THAT. THE BOY & THE BEAR LOOKED AT EACH OTHER. MAN ALL IS TOSSED & LOST WITH GROIN-WOUNDS BY THE GRAND BULLS, CAT. WILLIAM FAULKNER'S WHERE? (FROST BEING STILL AROUND.) HIS MALICE WAS A PIMPLE DOWN HIS GOOD BIG FACE, WITH ITS SLY EYES. I MUST BE SORRY MR FROST HAS LEFT: I LIKE IT SO LESS I DON'T UNDERSTOOD-- HE COULDN'T HEAR OR SEE WELL--ALL WE SIFT-- BUT THIS IS A BAD STORY. HE HAD FINE STORIES AND WAS ANOTHER MAN IN PRIVATE; DIFFICULT, ALWAYS. COURTEOUS, ON THE WHOLE, IN PRIVATE. HE APOLOGIZE TO HENRY, OFF & ON, FOR TWO BLUE SLANDERS; WHICH WAS GOOD OF HIM. I DON'T KNOW HOW HE MADE IT. QUICKLY, OFF STAGE WITH ALL BUT KINDNESS, NOW. I CAN'T SAY WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. BLESS FROST, ANY ODD GOD AROUND. GENTLE HIS SHIFT, I DECUSSATE & COMMAND, STOIC DEITY. FOR A WHILE HERE WE POSSESSED AN UNUSUAL MAN. THE RUSSIAN GRIN BELLOWS HIS CONDOLENCE TO THE FAMILY: AH BUT IT'S KAY, & TED, & CHIS & ANNE, HENRY THINKS OF: WHO EASED HIS FEARFUL WAY I WON'T MAKE IT OUT. MAYBE THE SOURCE OF NOBLE SUCH MAY COME CLEARER TO DAZZLED HENRY. IT MAY COME. I'D SAY IT WILL COME WITH PAIN, IN MYSTERY. I'D RATHER LEAVE IT ALONE. I DO LEAVE IT ALONE. AND DOWN WITH THE LISTENER. NOW HE HAS BECOME, ABRUPT, AN INDUSTRY. PROFESSIONAL-FRIENDS-OF-ROBERT-FROST ALL OVER GAP WIDE THEIR MOUTHS WHILE THE QUIRKY MEDIUM OF SO MANY TRUTHS IS QUIET. LET'S BE QUIET. LET US LISTEN: --WHAT FOR, MR BONES? --WHILE HE BEGINS TO HAVE IT OUT WITH HORACE. GOODBYE, SIR, & FARE WELL. YOU'RE IN THE CLEAR. 'NOBODY' (MARK SAYS YOU SAID) 'IS EVER FOUND OUT.' I FIGURE YOU WERE RIGHT, HAVING AS HENRY GOT AWAY WITH MURDER FOR LONG. SOME JARRED CLOCK TELL ME IT'S LATE, NOT FOR YOU WHO WENT STRAIGHT BUT FOR THE LORN. OUR ROOF IS LEFTED OFF LATELY: THE SHOOTER, AND THE BOURBON MAN, AND THEN YOU GOT TIRED. I'M AFRAID THAT'S IT. I FIGURE YOU WITH LOVE, LIFEY, DEATHY, BUT I HAVE A LITTLE SENSE THE REST OF US ARE FIRED OR FIRED: BE WITH US: WE WILL BLOW OUR BEST, OUR SAD WILD RIFFS COME EASY IN THAT CASE, THINKING YOU OVER, KNOWING YOU RESTING, WHO WAS REBORN TO REST, YOUR GORGEOUS SENTENCE DONE. NOTHING'S THE SAME, SIR,--TAKING COVER. I'M SCARED A LONELY. NEVER SEE MY SON, EASY BE NOT TO SEE ANYONE, COMBERS OUT TO SEA KNOW THEY'RE GOIN SOMEWHERE BUT NOT ME. GOT A LITTLE POISON, GOT A LITTLE GUN, I'M SCARED A LONELY. I'M SCARED A ONLY ONE THING, WHICH IS ME, FROM OTHERING I DON'T TAKE NOTHIN, SEE, FOR ANY HOUND DOG'S SAKE. BUT THIS IS WHERE I LIVIN, WHERE I RAKE MY LEAVES AND COP MY PROMISE, THIS' WHERE WE CRY OURSEL'S AWAKE. WISHIN WAS DYIN BUT I GOTTA MAKE IT ALL THIS WAY TO THAT BED ON THESE FEET WHERE PEOPLES SAID TO MEET. MAYBE BUT EVEN IF I SEE MY SON FOREVER NEVER, GET BACK ON THE TAKE, FREE, BLACK & FORTY-ONE. IF WE SANG IN THE WOOD (AND DEATH IS A GERMAN EXPERT) WHILE SNOWS FLIES, CHILL, AFTER SO FREQUENT KNEW SO MANY ALL OF NOTHING, FOR LEAD & FIRE, IT'S NOT WE WOULD ASSERT PARTICULARS, BUT ANIMAL; CATS MEW, HORSES SCREAM, MAN SING. OR: MEN PSALM. MAN PALMS HIS EARS AND MOANS. DEATH IS A GERMAN EXPERT. SCRAMBLING, SITTING, SPATTERING, WE HURRY. I TRY TO. ODD & TRIVIAL, ATONES SOMEHOW FOR MY ESCAPE A BULLET SPLITTING MY TROD-ON INSTEP, FIERY. THE CANTOR BUBBLED, RATTLED. THE TEMPLE BURNED. LURCH WITH ME! PHANTOMS OF VARSHAVA. SLOP! WHEN I USED TO BE, WHO HAUNTED, STUMBLING, SEWERS, MY SACKED SHOP, ROOFS, A DIS-WORLD AI! DEATH WAS A GERMAN HOME-COUNTRY. O JOURNEYER, DEAF IN THE MOULD, INSANE WITH VIOLENT TRAVEL & DEATH: CONSIDER ME IN MY CAST, YOUR FIRST SON. WOULD YOU WERE I BY NOW ANOTHER ONE, WITTED, LEGGED? I SEE YOU BEFORE ME PLAIN (I AM SKILLED: I HEAR, I SEE)-- YOUR HONOUR WAS TROUBLED: WHEN YOU WONDERED--'NO'. I HEAR. I THINK I HEAR. NOW FULL CRAZE DOWN ACROSS OUR CONTINENT ALL STORMS SINCE YOU GAVE IN, ON MY PUP-TENT. I HAVE OF BLAST & COUNTER TO REMERCY YOU FOR HURLING ME DOWNTOWN. WE DREAM OF HONOUR, AND WE GET ALONG. FATE WINGED ME, IN THE PERSON OF A CAB AND YOUR STANCE ON THE SAND. THINK IT ACROSS, IN FREEZING WIND: WITHSTAND MY BLISTERED WISH: FLOP, THERE, TO HIS BLIND SONG WHO PICK UP THE TAB. 'OYEZ, OYEZ!' THE MAN WHO DID NOT DELIVER IS BEFORE YOU FOR HIS DELIVERANCE, MY LORDS. HE STANDS, AS CHARGED FOR THIS BY BANKS, THAT COPS, BY LAWYERS, BY PUBLISHINGERS FOR THEM. I DOUBT HE'LL MAKE OLD BONES. BE. I WARNED HIM, OF A SUMMER NIGHT: CONSIST, CONSIST. EX-WIVES ROAR. FURTHER, THE CROWN HOLDS THAT THEY SPILT HIMSELF, SPLITTING HIS MANWARD CHANCES, TO HIS SHAME, MY LORDS, & OUR HORROR. UN-CHARGES: HUNDREDS & ONE, CHILDREN, THE PILLARS & THE SOT. HENRY THOUGHT. IT IS SO. I MUST STING. LISTEN! THE GRAVE GROUND-RHYTHM OF A GONE ...MAKAR? SO WHAT. TELL IT TO THE FOREST FIRE, TELL IT TO THE MOON, MENTION IT IN GENERAL TO THE MOON ON THE WAY DOWN, HE'S ABOUT TO HAVE HIS LADY, PERMANENT; AND THIS IS THE WORST OF ALL CAME EVER SENT WRITHING HENRY'S WAY. HA HA, FIFTH COLUMN, QUISLING, GENOCIDE, HE HELD HIS HANDS & LAUGHT FROM SIDE TO SIDE A LOVERLY TIME. THE BERRIES & THE RODS LEFT HIM ALONE LESS. THRO' A RACE OF WATER ONCE I WENT: HAPPINESS. I'LL WALK INTO THE SKY. THERE THE GREAT FLARE & STENCH, O FLYING CREATURES, SURELY WILL DIM-DIM? BARS WILL BE CLOSED. NO GIRL WILL AGAIN CONCEIVE ABOVE YOUR THROES. A FINE THUNDER PEALS WILL WITH ITS FRIENDS AND SOON, FROM AGONY PUT THE FIRE OUT. HE STARED AT RUIN. RUIN STARED STRAIGHT BACK. HE THOUGHT THEY WAS OLD FRIENDS. HE FELT ON THE STAIR WHERE HER PAPA FOUND THEM BARE THEY BECAME FAMILIAR. WHEN THE PAPERS WERE LOST RICH WITH PALS' SECRETS, HE THOUGHT HE HAD THE KNACK OF RUIN. THEIR PATHS CROSSED AND ONCE THEY CROSSED IN JAIL; THEY CROSSED IN BED; AND OVER AN UNSIGNED LETTER THEIR EYES MET, AND IN AN ASIAN CITY DIRECTIONLESS & LURCHY AT TWO & THREE, OR TREMBLING TO A TELEPHONE'S FRESH THREAT, AND WHEN SOME WIRED HIS HEAD TO REACH A WRONG OPINION, 'EPILEPTIC'. BUT HE NOTED NOW THAT: THEY WERE NOT OLD FRIENDS. HE DID NOT KNOW THIS ONE. THIS ONE WAS A STRANGER, COME TO MAKE AMENDS FOR ALL THE IMPOSTERS, AND TO MAKE IT STICK. HENRY NODDED, UN-. I AM, OUTSIDE. INCREDIBLE PANIC RULES. PEOPLE ARE BLOWING AND BEATING EACH OTHER WITHOUT MERCY. DRINKS ARE BOILING. ICED DRINKS ARE BOILING. THE WORSE ANYONE FEELS, THE WORSE A HARMLESS MAN AT AN INTERSECTION SAID, UNDER HIS BREATH: ''CHRIST!'' THAT WORD, SO SPOKEN, AFFECTED THE VISION OF, WHEN THEY TROD TO WORK NEXT DAY, SHOPKEEPERS WHO WENT & WERE FITTED FOR GLASSES. ENJOYED THEY THEN AN APPEARANCE OF LOVE & LAW. MILLENIA WHIFT & WAFT--ONE, ONE--ER, ER... THEIR GLASSES WERE TAKEN FROM THEM, & THEY SAW. MAN HAS UNDERTAKEN THE TOP JOB OF ALL, SON FIN. GOOD LUCK. I MYSELF WALKED AT THE FUNERAL OF TENDERNESS. FOLLOWED OTHER DEATHS. AMONG THE LAST, LIKE THE MEMORY OF A LOVELY FUCK, WAS: DO, UT DES. --THASS A FUNNY TITLE, MR BONES. --WHEN DOWN SHE SAW HER FEET, SWEET FISH, ON THE THRESHOLD, SHE CONSIDERED HER FAIR SHOULDERS AND ALL THEM HUNDREDS WHO HAVE HELD THEM, ALL THE MORE WHO TO HER MIME THICKENED & MALED FROM THE SUPPLE STAGE, AND SEEING HER FEET, IN A VISIT, SIDE BY SIDE PAUSED ON THE SILL OF THE TOMB, SHE SHRANK: 'NO. THEY ARE NOT WORTHY, FONDLED BY MANY' AND RUSHED FROM THE CRUCIFIED BACK THROUGH HER FOLLOWERS OUT OF THE CITY HO ACROSS THE SUBURBS, PLUCKY TO DARE MY DESERT IN HER LATE DAYLIGHT OF ANIMALS AND SANDS. SHE FALL PRONE. ONLY WIND WHISTLED. AND FORTY-SEVEN YEARS WENT BY LIKE EINSTEIN. WE CELEBRATE HER FEAST WITH OUR CAPS ON, WHOM GOD HAS NOT VISITED. ];@1 PH;7 17 77= Z"71P 17 71" \ZI88 HE YELLED AT ME IN GREEK, MY GOD!--IT'S NOT HIS LANGUAGE AND I'M NO GOOD AT--HIS IS ARAMAIC, WAS--I AM A MONOGLOT OF ENGLISH (AMERICAN VERSION) AND, SAY PIECES FROM A BAKER'S DOZEN OTHERS: WHERE'S THE BREAD? BUT RISING IN THE SECOND GOSPEL, PAL: THE SEED GOES DOWN, GOD DIES, A RISING HAPPENS, SOME CRUST, AND THEN OCCURS AN EATING. HE SAID SO, A GREEK IDEA, TROUBLESOME TO IMAGINARY JEWS, LIKE BITTER HENRY, FULL OF THE DEATH OF LOVE, THE WHOLE IMPLAUSIBLE NECESSARY THING. HE DROPPED HIS VOICE & SYBILLED OF THE DEATH OF THE DEATH OF LOVE. I OUGHT TO GET GOING. OLD PUSSY-CAT IF HE WON'T EAT, HE DON'T FEEL GOOD INTO HIS TUM', OLD PUSSY-CAT. HE WANTS TO HAVE EATEN. TREMOR, HEAVES, HE SWEATERINGS. HE CAN'T. A DIZZY SWIMS OF WHERE IS HENRY AT; ...SOMEWHERE STRENG VERBOTEN. HOW COME HE SLEEPS & SLEEPS AND SLEEPS, WAKING LIKE DEATH: LOCATE THE RESTORATIONS OF WHICH WE HEAR AS OF PROFOUND SLEEP. FROM DAYLIGHT HE GOT MAINTRACKT, FROM FRIENDS' BREATH, WISHES, HIS HOPINGS. DREAMS MAKE CRAWL WITH FEAR HENRY BUT NOT GET UP. THE COURSE HIS MIND HIS BODY STEER, POOR PUSSY-CAT, IN WEAKNESS & DISORDER, WILL SEE HIM DOWN WHISKERS & TAIL. 'WASTETHRIFT': OH ONE OF CUNNING WIVES KNOW THAT HE HOARDY-SQUANDER, WHERE IS NOR DOWNTOWN NEITHER SUBURBA. BRAILLE. IN A MOTION OF NIGHT THEY MASSED NEARER MY POST. I HUMMED A SHORT BLUES. WHEN THE STARS WENT OUT I STUDIED MY WEAPONS SYSTEM. GRENADES, THE PORTABLE RACK, THE YELLOW SPOUT OF THE ANTHRAX-RAY: IN ORDER. YES, AND MOST OF MY PENCILS WERE SHARP. THIS EDGE OF THE GALAXY HAS OFTEN SEEN A DEFENCE SO STIFF, BUT IT COULD ONLY GO ONE WAY. --MR BONES, YOUR TROUBLES GIVE ME VERTIGO, & BACKACHE. SOMEHOW, WHEN I MAKE YOUR SCENE, I CAVE TO FEEL AS IF DE ROSES OF DAWNS & PEARLS OF DUSKS, MAKE UP BY SOME OL' WRITER-MAN, GOT RIGHT FORGOT & THE GREENNESSES OF OURS. SPRINGWATER GROW SO THICK IT GONNA CLOT AND THE PLEASING LADIES CEASE. I FIGURE, YUP, YOU IS BAD POWERS. OUR WOUNDS TO TIME, FROM ALL THE OTHER TIMES, SEA-TIMES SLOW, THE TIMES OF GALAXIES FLEEING, THE DWARFS' DEAD TIMES, LESSEN SO LITTLE THAT IF HERE IN HIS CRUDE RIMES HENRY THEM MENTIONS, DO NOT HOLD IT, PLEASE, FOR A PUTTING OF MAN DOWN. VERSUS WE COONS, SPARE NOW A CAGEY JOHN A WHILOM BITS THAT WHIP: WHO'LL TELL YOUR FORTUNE, WHEN YOU HAVE CONFESSED WHOSE & WHOSE WOUNDINGS--AGAINST THE INNOCENT STARS & REMORSELESS SEAS-- --ARE YOU RADIOACTIVE, PAL? --PAL, RADIOACTIVE. --HAS YOU THE NIGHT SWEATS & THE DAY SWEATS, PAL? --PAL, I DO. --DID YOUR GAL LEAVE YOU? --WHAT DO YOU THINK, PAL? --IS THAT THING ON THE FRONT OF YOUR HEAD WHAT IT SEEMS TO BE, PAL? --YES, PAL. BRIGHT-EYED & BUSHY-TAILED WOKE NOT HENRY UP. BRIGHT THOUGH UPON HIS WORKSHOP SHONE A VISE CENTRAL, MOVED IN WHILE HE WAS DOING TIME DOWN HOSPITAL AND GROWING WISE. HE GAVE IT THE WORST LOOK HE HAD LEFT. ALONE. THEY ALL ABANDONED HENRY--WONDER! ALL, WHEN MOST HE--UNDER THE SUN. THAT WAS ALL RIGHT. HE CAN'T WORK WELL WITH IT HERE, OR THINK. A BILOCATION, YELLOW LIKE CATASTROPHE. THE NAME OF THIS WAS FREEDOM. WILL HENRY AGAIN EVER BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR WOMEN & MILK, HONOUR & LOVE AGAIN, HAVE A BUCK OR THREE? HE FELT LIKE SHRIEKING BUT HE SHUDDERED AS (SPRING MIST, WARM, RAIN) AN HANDFUL WITH QUIETNESS VANISHT & THE THING TOOK HOLD. HE LAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD, AND TWITCHT. MORE SPARINE FOR PELIDES, HUMAN (HALF) & DOWN HERE AS HE IS, WITH PROBABLY INSULTING MAIL TO OPEN AND CERTAINLY UNWORTHY WORDS TO HEAR AND HIS UNFORGIVABLE MEMORY. --I SELDOM GO TO FILMS. THEY ARE TOO EXCITING, SAID THE HONOURABLE POSSUM. --IT TAKES ME SO LONG TO READ THE 'PAPER, SAID TO ME ONE DAY A NOVELIST HOT AS A FIRECRACKER, BECAUSE I HAVE TO IDENTIFY MYSELF WITH EVERYONE IN IT, INCLUDING THE CORPSES, PAL.' KIERKEGAARD WANTED A SOCIETY, TO REFUSE TO READ 'PAPERS, AND THAT WAS NOT, FRIENDS, HIS WORST IDEA. TINY HARDY, TOWARD THE END, REFUSED TO SAY ANYTHING, A PROGRAMME ADOPTED EARLY ON BY LONG HOUSMAN, SAID:--WE ARE USING OUR OWN SKINS FOR WALLPAPER AND WE CANNOT WIN. 'NO VISITORS' I THUMB THE ROLLER TO AND LEANS AGAINST THE DOOR. COMFORTABLE IN MY HORSEBLANKET I PROP ON THE COSTLY BED & DREAM OF MY WIFE, MY FIRST WIFE, AND MY SECOND WIFE & MY SON. INSULTING, THEY PUT GUARDRAILS UP, AS IF IT WERE A CRIB! I GROWL AT THE HEAD NURSE; WE COMPOSE ON ONE. I HAVE BEEN OPERATING FROM NOTHING, LIKE A DOG AFTER ITS TAIL MORE SLOWLY, LOSING ALTITUDE. NITID. THEY ARE SHOOTING ME FULL OF SINGS. I GIVE NO RULES. WRITE AS SHORT AS YOU CAN, IN ORDER, OF WHAT MATTERS. I THINK OF MY BELOVED POET ISSA & HIS FATHER WHO SAT DOWN ON THE GRASS AND TOOK LEAVE OF EACH OTHER. PETER'S NOT FRIENDLY. HE GIVES ME SIDEWAYS LOOKS. THE ARCHITECTURE IS FAR FROM REASSURING. I FEEL UNEASY. A PITY,--THE INTERVIEW BEGAN SO WELL: I MENTIONED FIENDISH THINGS, HE WAVED THEM AWAY AND SLOSHED OUT A MARTINI STRANGELY NEEDED. WE SPOKE OF INDIFFERENT MATTERS-- GOD'S HEALTH, THE VAGUE HELL OF THE CONGO, JOHN'S ENERGY, ANTI-MATTER MATTER. I FELT FINE. THEN A CHANGE CAME BACKWARD. A CHILL FELL. TALK SLACKENED, DIED, AND HE BEGAN TO GIVE ME SIDEWAYS LOOKS. 'CHRIST,' I THOUGHT 'WHAT NOW?' AND WOULD HAVE ASKT FOR ANOTHER BUT DIDN'T DARE. I FEEL MY APPLICATION FAILING. IT'S GROWING DARK, SOME OTHER SOUND IS OVERCOMING. HIS LAST WORDS ARE: 'WE BETRAYED ME.' HELL IS EMPTY. O THAT HAS COME TO PASS WHICH THE CUT ALEXANDRIAN FORESAW, AND HELL LIES EMPTY. LIGHTNING FELL SILENT WHERE THE DEVIL KNELT AND OVER THE WHOLE GRAVE SPACE HATH SETTLED AWE IN A FULL DEATH OF GUILT. THE TINCHEL CLOSES. TERROR, & PLUNGING, SWIPES. I LAY MY EARS BACK. I AM ABOUT TO DIE. MY CLEFT FEET DRUM. FIERCE, THE TWO-FOOTERS CLUB. MY GREEN WORLD PIPES A FINISH--FOR US ALL, MY LOVE, NOT SOME. SO IN HIS CRYSTAL BALL THEM TWO HE WEIGHS, SOLIDLY, DREAMING OF HIS SLEEPY SON, AH HIM, AND HIS NEW WIFE. WHAT ROAR SOLVED ONCE THE DILEMMA OF THE ANCIENT OF DAYS, WHAT SIGH BORROWED HIS MERCY?--WHO MAY, IF WE ARE ALL THE SAME, MAKE ONE. IN A STATE OF CHORTLE SIN--ONCE HE REFLECTED, SWILLING TOMATO JUICE--LIVE I, AND DID MORE THAN MY THIRSTIER YEARS. TO HELL THEN WILL IT MAUL ME? FOR GOOD TALK, AND GRIPE OF RETAIL LOSS? I DARE SAY NOT. I DON'T THINK THERE'S THAT PLACE SAVE SULLEN HERE, WHEREFROM SHE FLIES TONIGHT RETRIEVING HER WHOLE BODY, WHICH I NEED. I RECALL A 'COON TREED, FLASHLIGHTS, & BARKS, AND I WAS IN THAT TREE, AND SOMETHING CAN (HAS) BEEN SAID FOR SOBRIETY BUT VERY LITTLE. THE GUNS. AH, DARLING, IT WAS LATE FOR ME, MIDNIGHT, AT SEVEN. HOW IN FAMISHED YOUTH COULD I FORESEE HENRY'S SWEET SEED UNSPENT ACROSS SO FLYING BARREN GROUND, WHERE WOULD MY LOVES DISLIMN WHOSE DOGS ABOUND? I FELL OUT OF THE TREE. INDUSTRIOUS, AFFABLE, HAVING BRAIN ON FIRE, HENRY PERPLEXED HIMSELF; OTHERS GAVE UP; GOOD GIRLS GAVE IN; GEOGRAPHY WAS HARD ON FRIENDSHIP, SIRE; MARRIAGES LASHED & LANGUISHED, ANGUISHED; DEARTH OF GROUP AND WHAT ELSE HAD BEEN; THE SPLENDOUR & THE LOSE GREW ALL THE SAME, SIRE. HIS HEART STIFFENED, AND HE FAILED TO SMILE, CATCHING (ENFINT) ON. THE LAW: WE MUST, OWING TO CHIEFLY SHAME LACING OUR PRIDE, DOWN WHAT WE DID. A MILE, A MILE TO AVALON. STUFFY & LAZY, SHAKY, MAKING ROAR OVERSEAS PRESSES, HE QUIT WONDERING: THE MYSTERY IS FULL. SIRE, DAMP ME DOWN. ME FEUDAL O, ME YORE (MALE MUSE) SERF, IF ANYFING; WHICH RANK I PULL. DOWN ON THE CATHEDRALS, AS FROM THE GIRALDA IN A LAND NO CRUELLER, AND OVER THE WALLS TO DOMES & RIVER LOOK FROM GREAT JOHN'S BELFRY, IVAN-VELIKY, TO HAIL WHO STORMS NO FATHER'S THRONE. BELL, BOOK & CANDLE RULE, IN SILENCE. HOUR BY HOUR FROM TIME TO TIME WITH HOLY OIL TOUCH YET THE FOREHEAD EYELIDS NOSE LIPS EARS BREAST FISTS OF KRUSHCHEV, FOR CHRIST KNOWS POOR EVIL KADAR, CUT, IS BACK IN POWER. BOILS HIS THRONE. THE MOUJIK KNEELS & VOTES. SOUTH & EAST OF THE OTHERS' TOMBS--WHERE? WHY, IN ARKHANGHELSKY, ON THE BAPTIST'S SIDE, LIES BROTHER JONAS (FORMERLY IVAN THE TERRIBLE), WHERE BROTHER JOSEF CAME WITH HIS FIEND'S HEART OUT OF SUCH GUILT IT PROVED ALL BEARABLE, AND BROTHER NIKITA WILL COME AND LIE. AFTERS EIGHT YEARS, BE LESS DAN EIGHT PERCENT, DISTINGUISH' FRIEND, OF COLOURED WIF DE WHITES IN DE SCHOOL, IN DE SOUF. --IS COLOURED GOBS, IS COLOURED OFFICERS, MR BONES. DAT'S NUFFIN? --UNCLE TOM, SWEEP SHUT YO MOUF, IS MILLION BLOCKING FROM DE PROPER JOB, DE FAIREST HOUSES & DE CHURCHES EBEN. --YOU MAY BE RIGHT, FRIEND BONES. INDEED YOU IS. DEY FLYIN OBER DE WORLD, DE PILOTS, OBER OFAYS. BIT BY BIT OUR IMMEMORIAL MOANS BROWN DOWN TO ALL DERE MOANS. I FLEES THAT, SAH. THEY BROWNIN UP TO OURN. WHO GONNA WIN? --I WOULDN'T PREDICT. BUT I DO GUESS MOS PEOPLES GONNA LOSE. I NEVER SAW NO PINKIE WIFOUT NO HAND. O MY, WITHOUT NO HAND. FULL MOON. OUR NARRAGANSETT GALES SUBSIDE AND THE LAND IS CELEBRATING MEN OF WAR MORE OR LESS, LESS OR MORE. IN VALLEYS, THIN ON HEADLANDS, NARROW & WIDE OUR TARGETS REST. IN US WE TRUST. FAR, NEAR, THE BIVOUACS OF FEAR ARE SOLEMN IN THE MOON SOMEWHERE TONIGHT, IN TURNING TIME. IT'S LATE FOR GRATITUDE, AN ANNUAL, RUDE ROAR OF A MOMENT'S TURKEY'S 'THANKS'. BRIGHT & WHITE THEIR ORDERED MARKERS UNDULATE AWAY AWAITING NO DAY. AWAY FROM US, FROM HENRY'S FEEL OR FAIL, CAMPAIGNERS LIE WITH MOULDERED TOES, DISARMED, OUT OF ORDER, AND A SULLEN GLORY PAUSES OVER THEM HARMED, INCIDENT TO MURDER. THAT DARK BROWN RABBIT, LIGHTNESS IN HIS EARS & UNDERNEATH, GLADDENED OUR AFTERNOON MUNCHING A CRAB-'. THAT RABBIT WAS A FRAUD, LIKE A BLACK BULL PRUDENT I ADMIRED IN ZARAGOZA, WHO CERTAINLY WAS BRAVE AS A DEMON BUT WOULD NOT CHARGE, BEING WILLING NOT TO DIE. THE RABBIT'S CASE, A LITTLE DIFFERENT, CONSISTED IN ALERT & WILY LOOKS DOWN THE LAWN, WHERE NOBODY WAS, WITH PRICKT EARS, WHILE RAPT BUT CHATTING ON THE PORCH WE SAT IN VIEW NEARBY. THEN WENT HE MILDLY BY, AND AROUND BEHIND MY CABIN, AND WHEN I FOLLOWED, THERE HE JUST SAT. ONLY AT LAST HE TURNED DOWN AROUND, PASSING MY WIFE AT FOUR FEET AND HOPPED THE WHOLE LAWN AND MADE THRO' THE HEDGE FOR THE BIG HOUSE. --MR BONES, WE ALL BRUTES & FOOLS. BATS HAVE NO BANKERS AND THEY DO NOT DRINK AND CANNOT BE ARRESTED AND PAY NO TAX AND, IN GENERAL, BATS HAVE IT MADE. HENRY FOR JOINING THE HUMAN RACE IS BATS, KNOWN TO BE SO, BY FEW THEM WHO THINK, OUT OF THE CAVE. INSTEAD OF THE CAVE! AH LOVELY-CHILLY, DARK, UR-MOIST HIS COSINS HANG IN HUNDREDS OR SWERVE WITH PERSONAL RADAR, CRISISLESS, KID. INSTEAD OF THE CAVE? I SERVE, INSIDE, MY BLIND TERM. FILTHY FOUR-FOOT LIGHTS REFLECT ON THE WHITES OF OUR EYES. HE THEN SALUTES FOR SIXTY YEARS OF IT JUST NOW A ONE OF VALOR AND INSIGHTS, A THEATRICAL MAN, O SCHOLAR & LEGIONNAIRE WHO AS QUICKLY MIGHT HAVE KILLED AS CAST YOU. OLE. STORMED WITH YEARS HE TRANQUIL COMMANDS AND APPEARS. SUPREME MY HOLDINGS, GREATER YET MY NEED, THOUGHTLESS I GO OUT. DAWN. HAVE I MY CIG'S, MY FLASKIE O, O CRYSTAL COCK,--MY KNEEL HAS GONE TO SEED,-- AND ANYBODY'S BLESSING? (BLAST THE MIGS FOR MAKING FUMBLE SO MY TARDY READYING.) YES, UTTER' THAT. ANYBODY'S BLESSING? --MR BONES, DEMAND. I MIGHT BE 'FORDING YOU A HAT: IT GONNA RAIN. --I KNEW A ONE OF GROANS & GREED & SPITE, OF A CRUTCH, WHO THOUGHT HE HAD, A VILE NIGHT, BEEN--WELL--BLEST. HE SEE SOMEONE RUN OFF. WHY NOT HENRY, WITH HIS GRASP OF DESIRE? --HEAR MATTERS HARD TO MANAGE AT DE BEST, MR BONES. TWEEN WHAT WE SEE, WHAT BE, IS BLINDS. THEM BLINDS' ON FIRE. A FREAKING ANKLE CRABBED HIS BLISSFUL TRIPS, THIS WHISKY TASTES LIKE CALIFORNIA BUT IS KENTUCKY, LIKE BERKELEY WHERE HE TRULY WORKED AT IT BUT NOTHING BROKE ALL NIGHT--NO FIRES--ONE DAWN, CROWDING HIS LUCK, FLOWED DOWN ALONG THE CLIFFS TO THE BIG SUR WHERE HENRY MILLER'S BOX IS VOMIT-GREEN AND HENRY BATHED IN SULPHUR LOVELY, HOT, OVER THE SEA, LIKE SENATOR CAT, RELAXED & SOBER, WATERY AS TIVOLI, SIR. NO CHRISTMAS JAUNTS FOR FRACTURED CATS. HOT DOG, THE WORLD IS PLACES WHERE HE WILL NOT GO THIS WINTERTIDE OR AGAIN. DOES STRIDING EDGE BLOCK WILD THE SKY AS THEN WHEN HENRY WITH HIS MYSTERY WAS TWO & TWENTY, HIGH ON THE HOG? 'ALL VIRTUES ENTER INTO THIS WORLD:') A BUDDHIST, DOUSED IN THE STREET, SERENELY BURNED. THE SECRETARY OF STATE FOR WAR, WINKING IT OVER, SCREWED A REDHAIRED WHORE. MONSIGNOR CAPOVILLA MOURNED. WHAT A WEEK. A JOURNALISM DOGGY TOOK A LEAK AGAINST ABSCONDING COON ('BUT TAKE ONE VIRTUE, WITHOUT WHICH A MAN CAN HARDLY HOLD HIS OWN') THE SUN IN THE WILLOW SHIVERS ITSELF & SHAKES ITSELF GREEN-YELLOW (ABBA PIMEN GROANED, OVER THE TELEPHONE, WHEN ASKED WHAT THAT WAS:) HOW FEEL A FELLOW THEN WHEN HE ARRIVE IN FAME BUT LOST? BUT AFFABLE, TOP-SHELF. QUELLE SAD SEMAINE. HE HARDLY KNOW HIS SELVING. ('THAT A MAN') HENRY GREW HOT, GOT LAID, FELT BAD, SURVIVED ('SHOULD ALWAYS REPROACH HIMSELF'. I DON'T OPERATE OFTEN. WHEN I DO, PERSONS TAKE NOTE. THE PATIENT IS BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE, OR SO. THE REASON I DON'T DO THIS MORE (I QUOTE) IS: I HAVE A LIVING TO FAIL-- BECAUSE OF MY WIFE & SON--TO KEEP FROM EARNING. --MR BONES, I SEES THAT. THEY FOR THESE OPERATIONS THANKS YOU, WHAT? NOT PAYS YOU. --RIGHT. YOU HAVE SELDOM BEEN SO UNDERSTANDING. NOW THERE IS FURTHER A DIFFICULTY WITH THE LIGHT: I AM OBLIGED TO PERFORM IN COMPLETE DARKNESS OPERATIONS OF GREAT DELICACY ON MY SELF. --MR BONES, YOU TERRIFIES ME. NO WONDER THEY DON'T PAY YOU. WILL YOU DIE? --MY FRIEND, I SUCCEEDED. LATER. I HEARD, COULD BE, A HEY THERE FROM THE WING, AND I WENT ON: MISS BESSIE SOUNDIN GOOD THAT ONE, THAT NIGHT OF ALL, I FEELIN FAIR MYSEF, TAXES & THINGS SEEM TO BE BACK IN LINE, LIKE EVERYBODY SHOULD AND NOBODY IN THE SNOW ON CALL SO, AS I SAY, THE HOUSE IS GIVIN HELL TO YELLOW DOG, I BLOWIN LIKE IT TOO AND BESSIE ALWAYS DO WHEN SHE MAKE A VERY BIG SOUND--AFTER, WELL, NO SOUND--I SEE SHE TOTTERIN--I CROSS WHICH STAGE EVEN AT HENRY'S AGE IN 2-3 SECONDS: THEN WE WAIT AND SEE. I HEAR STRANGE HORNS, PINETOP HE HIT SOME CHORDS, CHARLIE START EMPTY BED, THEY ALL COME HANGIN CHRISTMAS ON SOME TREE AFTER TREES THROWN OUT--SICK-HOUSE'S WHITE BIRDS', BLACK TO THE BIRDS INSTEAD. LOVE HER HE DOESN'T BUT THE THOUGHT HE PUTS INTO THAT YOUNG WOMAN WOULD LAUNCH A NATIONAL PRODUCT COMPLETE WITH TV SPOTS & SKYWRITING OUTLETS IN BONN & TOKYO I MEAN IT LET IT BE KNOWN THAT NINE WORDS HAVE NOT PASSED BETWEEN HERSELF AND HENRY; LOOKS, SMILES. GOD HELP HENRY, WHO DESERVES IT ALL EVERY LEAST PART OF THAT INFERNAL & UNCONSCIOUS WOMAN, AND THE PAIN. I FEEL AS IF, UNIQUE, SHE ... BIDDABLE? FATES, CONSPIRE. --MR BONES, PLEASE. --VOUCHSAFE ME, SLEEPLESS ONE, A PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF THE BODY OF MRS BOOGRY BEFORE I PASS FROM LUST! DISENGAGED, BLOODY, HENRY ROSE FROM THE SHELL WHERE IN THEIR RACING START HIS SEAT GOT WEDGED UNDER HIS KNIFING KNEES, HE DID IT ON THE RUNNERS, FEATHERING, BEING BOW, CATCHING NO CRAB. THE RIDGES WERE SORE & TORE CHAMOIS. IT WAS NOT DONE WITH EASE. SO HENRY WAS A HERO, MALGRE LUI, THAT DAY, FOR BLUNDERING; UNTIL & AFTER THE COACH SAID THIS & WHICH TO HIM. THAT HAPPY DAY, WHENAS THE PREGNANT BACK OF NUMBER TWO RETURNED, AND HE'D NO CHOICE BUT TO MAKE FOR IT ROOM. THEREFORE HE ROWED ROWED ROWED. THEY DID NOT WIN. FOREVER IN THE WINNING & LOSING SINCE OF HIS OWN CREW, OR RATHER IN THE WEIRD REGATTAS OF THIS AFTERWORLD, CHEER FOR THE FOE. HE SET HIMSELF TO TIME THE BLUE FATHER. SPELLBOUND HELD SUBTLE HENRY ALL HIS FOUR HEARERS IN THE RACKET OF THE MARKET WITH ANCIENT SIGNS, INFAMOUS CHARACTERS, NEW RHYTHMS. ON THE STEPS HE WAS BELOVED. HOURS A DAY, BY ALL HIS FOUR, OR MORE, DEPENDING. AND THEY PAID HIM. IT WAS NOT, SO, LIKE NO ONE LISTENING BUT CRITICS FAMED & HENRY'S PALS OR OTHER TELLERS AT ALL CHIEFLY IN ANOTHER COUNTRY. NO. HE BY THE HEART & BRAINS & TAIL, BECAUSE OF THEIR LOVE FOR IT, HAD THEM. JUNK HE SAID TO ALL THEM OPEN-MOUTHED. WEATHER WOULD GOVERN. WHEN THE MONSOON SPREAD ITS FLOODS, FEW CAME, TWO. CAME A DAY WHEN NONE, THOUGH HE BEGAN IN HIS ACCUSTOMED WAY ON THE FILTHY STEPS IN A CRASH OF WATERS, CAME. SHH! ON A TWINE HUNG FROM DISASTERED TREES HENRY IS SWINGING HIS DAUGHTER. THEY SEEM DRUNK. OVER ACROSS THEM LOOK OUT, TRANQUIL, THE HIGH STATUES OF THE WISE. HER FEET PEEP, LIKE A LADY'S IN SLEEP SUNK. THAT WHICH THIS SCENE'S ABOUT-- HE PUSHES VIOLENT, HIS CALVES DISTEND, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN WITH EFFORT, SO IS HERS, IN THE SUPREME COURT GARDEN, THE JUSTICES LEAN, NEGRO, OUT, THE TREES BEND, & LEAPINGS, BEGGING PARDON-- I WILL DENY THE GODS OF THE GARDEN SAY. HENRY'S PERHAPS TO BREAK HIS BURNT-CORK LUCK. I FURTHER WILL DENY GOOD GOT US UP THAT BROAD SHORELINE. GREED MAY LIKE A FUSE, BUT WITH THE HIGH SHORE WE IS STUCK, WHOM THEY OVERLOOK. WHY,-- THE TAXI MAKES THE VEGETABLES FLY. 'DOZO KUDASAI,' I HAVE HIM WAIT. PAST THE BRIGHT LAKE UP INTO THE TEMPLE, SHOES OFF, AND MY RIGHT LEG SWINGS ME LEFT. I DO SURVIVE BESIDE THE GARDEN I CAME SEVEN THOUSAND MILE THE OTHER WAY SUPPLIED OF ENGINES ALL TO SEE, TO SEE. DIFFER THEM PHOTOGRAPHS, PLANS LIE: HOW BIG IT IS! AUSTERE A SEA RECTANGULAR OF SAND BY THE OILED MUD WALL, AND THE SAND IS NOT QUITE WHITE: GRANITE SAND, GREY, --FROM NOWHERE CAN ONE SEE ALL THE STONES-- BUT HELICOPTERS OR A BROOKLYN REPRODUCTION WILL FIX THAT-- AND THE FIFTEEN CHANGELESS STONES IN THEIR FIVE WORLDS WITH A SHELVING OF MOVING MOSS STAND ME THE THOUGHT OF THE ANCIENT MAKER PRIEST. ELSEWHERE OCCURS--I REMEMBERS--LOSS. THROUGH AWES & WEATHERS NEITHER IT INCREASED NOR DID ONE BLOW OF ALL HIS STONE & SAND THOUGHT DIE. HENRY HATES THE WORLD. WHAT THE WORLD TO HENRY DID WILL NOT BEAR THOUGHT. FEELING NO PAIN, HENRY STABBED HIS ARM AND WROTE A LETTER EXPLAINING HOW BAD IT HAD BEEN IN THIS WORLD. OLD YELLOW, IN A GOWN MIGHT HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE, 'THESE LOWER BEAUTIES', AND CHARTREUSE COULD HAVE MATTERED ''KYOTO, TOLEDO, BENARES--THE HOLY CITIES-- AND CAMBRIDGE SHIMMERING DO NOT MAKE UP FOR, WELL, THE HORROR OF UNLOVE, NOR SOUTH FROM PARIS DRIVING IN THE SPRING TO SIENA AND ON ...'' PULLING TOGETHER HENRY, SOMBER HENRY WOOFED AT THINGS. SPRY DISAPPOINTMENTS OF MEN AND VICING ADORABLE CHILDREN MISERABLE WOMEN, HENRY MASTERED, HENRY TASTING ALL THE SECRET BITS OF LIFE. HENRY PUT FORTH A BOOK. NO HARM RESULTED FROM THIS. NEITHER THE MENSTRUATING STARS (NOR MAN) WAS MOVED AT ONCE. BARE DOGS DREW CLOSER FOR A SECOND LOOK AND PERFORMED THEIR FRIENDLY OPERATIONS THERE. REFRESHED, THE BARK REJOICED. SEASONS WENT AND CAME. LEAVES FELL, BUT ONLY A FEW. SOMETHING REMARKABLE ABOUT THIS UNSHEDDING BULKY BOLE-PROUD BLUE-GREEN MOIST THING MADE BY SAVAGE & THOUGHTFUL SURVIVING HENRY BEGAN TO STRIKE THE PASSERS FROM DESPAIR SO THAT SORE ON THEIR SHOULDERS OLD MEN HOISTED SIX-FOOT SONS AND POLISHED WOMEN CALLED SMALL GIRLS TO DREAM AWHILE TOWARD THE FLASHING & BURSTING TREE! NOTHIN VERY BAD HAPPEN TO ME LATELY. HOW YOU EXPLAIN THAT? --I EXPLAIN THAT, MR BONES, TERMS O' YOUR BAFFLIN ODD SOBRIETY. SOBER AS MAN CAN GET, NO GIRLS, NO TELEPHONES, WHAT COULD HAPPEN BAD TO MR BONES? --IF LIFE IS A HANDKERCHIEF SANDWICH, IN A MODESTY OF DEATH I JOIN MY FATHER WHO DARED SO LONG AGONE LEAVE ME. A BULLET ON A CONCRETE STOOP CLOSE BY A SMOTHERING SOUTHERN SEA SPREADEAGLED ON AN ISLAND, BY MY KNEE. --YOU IS FROM HUNGER, MR BONES, I OFFERS YOU THIS HANDKERCHIEF, NOW SET YOUR LEFT FOOT BY MY RIGHT FOOT, SHOULDER TO SHOULDER, ALL THAT JAZZ, ARM IN ARM, BY THE BEAUTIFUL SEA, HUM A LITTLE, MR BONES. --I SAW NOBODY COMING, SO I WENT INSTEAD. SEEDY HENRY ROSE UP SHY IN DE WORLD & SHAVED & SWUNG HIS BARBELLS, DUDED HENRY UP AND P.A.'D POOR THOUSANDS OF PERSONS ON TOPICS OF GRAND MOMENT TO HENRY, AH TO THOSE LESS & NONE. WIF A BOOK OF HIS IN EITHER HAND HE IS STRIPT DOWN TO MOVE ON. --COME AWAY, MR BONES. --HENRY IS TIRED OF THE WINTER, & HAIRCUTS, & A SQUEAMISH COMFY RUIN-PRONE PROUD NATIONAL MIND, & SPRING (IN THE CITY SO CALLED). HENRY LIKES FALL. HE WOULD BE PREPARED TO LIVE IN A WORLD OF FALL BUT THE SNOWS AND SUMMERS GRIEVE & DREAM; THESE FIERCE & AIRY OCCUPATIONS, AND LOVE, RAVED AWAY SO MANY OF HENRY'S YEARS IT IS A WONDER THAT, WITH IN EACH HAND ONE OF HIS OWN MAD BOOKS AND ALL, ANCIENT FIRES FOR EYES, HIS HEAD FULL & HIS HEART FULL, HE'S MAKING READY TO MOVE ON. DARKENED HIS EYE, HIS WILD SMILE DISAPPEARED, INAPPREHENSIBLE HIS STUDIES GREW, NOURISHED HE LESS & LESS HIS SUBJECT BODY WITH GOOD FOOD & REST, SOMETHING BIZARRE ABOUT HENRY, SLOWLY SHEARED OFF, UNLIKE YOU & YOU, SMALLER & SMALLER, TILL IN QUESTION STOOD HIS EYETEETH AND ONE BLOCK OF MEMORIES THESE WERE ENOUGH FOR HIM IMPLYING COMMANDS FROM UPSTAIRS & FROM DOWN, WALT'S 'ORBIC FLEX,' TRIADS OF HEGEL WOULD INCORPORATE, IF YOU PLEASE, INTO THE KNOW-HOW OF THE AMERICAN BARD EMBARRASSED HENRY HEARD HIMSELF A-BEING, AND THE YOUNGER STEPHEN CRANE OF A POWERFUL MEMORY, OF PAIN, THESE STOOD THE ANCESTORS, RELAXED & HARD, WHILST HENRY'S PARTS WERE FLEEING. WHENCE FLEW THE LITTER WHEREON HE WAS LAID? OF WHAT HEROIC STUFF WAS WARLOCK HENRY MADE? AND QUESTIONS OF THAT SORT PERPLEXED THE BULGING COSMOS, O IN SHORT WAS SANDALWOOD IN GOOD SUPPLY WHEN HE FLARED OUT OF HISTORY & THE OBITUARY IN THE NEW YORK TIMES INTO THE WORLD OF GENEROSITY CREATING THE AIR WHERE ARE & CAN BE, ONLY, HEROES? STATUES & RHYMES SIGNAL HIS FIERY PASSAGE, A MOUNTAINOUS SEA, THE OCCLUSION OF A STAR: ANYTHING AFTERWARD, OF HIGH LAMENT, LET TOO HIS GIANT FAULTS APPEAR, AS SENT TOGETHER WITH HIS VIRTUES DOWN AND LET THIS DAY BE HIS, THROUGHOUT THE TOWN, REGION & COSMOS, LEST HE FREEZE OUR BLOOD WITH TERRIBLE RETURNS. IT'S BURIED AT A DISTANCE, ON MY INSISTENCE, BURIED. WEATHER'S SEVERE THERE, WHICH IT WILL NOT MIND. O HAPPIES BEFORE & DURING & BETWEEN THE TIMES IT GOT MARRIED. I HATE THE LOVE OF LEAVING IT BEHIND, DETERIORATING & HOPELESS THAT. THE GREAT UH CLIMBED ABOVE ME, FAR ABOVE ME, DOING THE NORTH FACE, OR BEHIND IT. DOES HE LOVE ME? OVER, & FLOUT. GOODNESS IS BITS OF OUTER GOD. THE HOUSE-GUEST (SLIMMED-DOWN) WITH ONE EYE OPEN & ONE BREAST OUT. SLIMMED-DOWN FROM BY-BLOW; ADOPTIVE-UP; WAS WHITE. A DAUGHTER OF A FRIEND. HIS SOUL IS A SIGHT. --MR BONES, WHAT'S ALL ABOUT? GIRL HAVE A LITTLE: WHAT BE WRONG WITH THAT? YOU FREE? --DOWN SOME MANY DID DESCEND FROM THE ABOMINABLE & SEMI-MORTAL CAT. HE LOOM' SO CAGEY HE SAY 'LEEMA BEANS' AND MEASURED HIS INTAKE TO THE ATMOSPHERE OF THAT FAIRLY STABLE COUNTRY. HIS EAR HURT. LEFT. THE ROCK-CLIFFS, A MITE SHEER AT HIS AGE, IN THESE PLACES. SCRUBBING OUT HIS FEAR,-- THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THEY WILL TAKE OFF YOUR HANDS, BOTH HANDS; AS WELL AS YOUR BOTH FEET, & LIKEWISE BOTH EYES, MIGHT BE DISCOURAGING TO A BLOODY HERO ALSO YOU STIFLE, LIKE YOU CAN'T DRAW BREATH. BUT THIS IS DEATH-- WHICH IN SOME VAIN STRIVE MANY TO AVOID, MANY. IT'S ON ITS WAY, WHERE YOU DROP AT WHO STOOD UP, SCRUNCH DOWN SMALL. IT WASN'T SO MUCH AFTER ALL TO LOSE, WAS, BOYD? A BODY.--BUT, MR BONES, YOU NEEDED THAT. NOW I PUT ON MY TALL HAT. MASKT AS HONOURS, INSULT LIKE BEHAVING MISSILES HOMES. I BOW, & GRUNT 'THANK YOU. I'M GLAD YOU COULD COME SO LATE.' ALL LOVES ARE GRATIFIED. I'M HAVING TO SCREW A LITTLE THING I HAVE TO SCREW. GOOD NATURE IS OVER. HEREWITH ILL-WISHES. FROM A COZY GRAVE RAINBOW I SCORNFUL LAUGHINGS. DO NOT DO, FATHER, ME DOWN. LET'S SHUCK AN OBLIGATION. O I HAVE DONE. IS THE INNER-COFFIN BURNING BLUE OR DID JEHOVAH FROWN? JEHOVAH. PERIOD. YAHWEH. PERIOD. GOD. IT IS MARVELLOUS THAT VIEWS SO DIFFERAY CAN LOVE SO WELL EACH OTHER. WE WAS HAD. O VISIT IN MY LAST TOMB ME. --PERCHE? --IS A NICE PIT. I RECALL A BOIL, WHEREUPON AS I HAD TO SIT, JUST WHERE, AND WHEN I HAD TO, FOR DEADLINES. O I COULD LEARN TO TYPE STANDING, BUT ISN'T IT SLIM TO BE SLUMPED OFF FROM THAT, PROBLEMS UNDIGNIFIED, FIERY DIG SALT MINES?-- CONTENT ON ONE'S BACK FLAT: COMING NO DEADLINE--IS ALL ANCIENT NONSENSE-- NO TYPEWRITERS--HA! HA!--NO TYPEWRITERS-- ALAS! FOR I HAVE MUCH TO OPEN, I KNOW IMMENSE TROUBLES & WONDERS TO THEIR SECRET CURSE. YET WHEN ERECT ON MY ASS, PISSED OFF, I SAT TWO-SQUARE, I KEPT SHUT HIS MOUTH AND STILLED MY NIMBLE FINGERS ACROSS KEYS. THAT IS I STOOD UP. NOW SINCE DOWN I LAY, VOID OF LOVE & RUTH, I'D HOWL MY KNOWINGS, ONLY THERE'S THE EARTH OVERHEAD. PLOP! PLOP, PLOP. THE LOBSTER TOPPLED IN THE POT, FULFILLING, DISLIKE MAN, HIS DESTINY, GLOWING FIRE-RED, SUCCULENT, AND ON THE WHOLE BECOMING WHAT MAN WANTS. I CRACK MY FINAL CLAW SINGLY, WIND UP THE GRAVE, & TO BED. --SOUND GOOD, MR BONES. I WISH I HAD ME SOME. (I SPOSE YOU GOT A LESSEN UP YOUR SLAVE.) --O NO NO NO. SOLE I REMEMBER; WHERE NO LOBSTER SWINE,-- POTS HOT OR COLD IS NONE. WITH YOU I GRIEVE LIGHTLY, AND I HAVE NO LESSON. BODIES ARE RELISHY, THEY SAY. HERE'S MINE, WAS. WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO POLITICAL ECONOMY, LEAVING ME HERE? IS A RARE--IN MY OPINION--RESPONSIBILITY. THE MILITARY ESTABLISHMENTS PERPETUATE THEMSELVES FOREVER. HAVE A BITE, FOR A SIGN. FLAK. AN EVENTFUL THOUGHT CAME TO ME, WHO SQUIRM IN MY HOLE. HOW WILL THE MATTER END? WHO'S KING THESE NIGHTS? WHAT HAPPENED TO . . . DAY? ARE SHIPS ABROAD? I WOULD LIKE TO BUT MAY NOT ENTERTAIN A FRIEND. SAVE ME FROM GHASTLY FRIGHTS. I DARESAY I'M COLLAPSING. WORMS ARE AT HAND. NO, ALL THAT FROZE, I MEAN THE BLOOD. 'O GET UP & GO IN' SOMEWHERE ONCE I HEARD. NOWADAYS I DOZE. IT'S COLD HERE. THE COLD IS ULTIMATING. THE COLD IS COLD. I AM--I SHOULD BE HELD TOGETHER BY-- BUT I AM BREAKING UP AND HENRY NOW HAS COME TO A FULL STOP-- VANISHT HIS VISION, IF THERE WAS, & FOLD HIM OVER HIMSELF QUIETLY. THE CONCLUSION IS GROWING . . . I FEEL SURE, MY LORD, THIS AUGUST COURT WILL ENTERTAIN THE PLEA NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF DEATH. I CAN SAY NO MORE EXCEPT THAT FOR THE RECORD I ADD THAT ALL THE CRIMES SINCE ALL THE TIMES HE DIED WILL BE DUE TO THE BREATH OF UNKNOWN OTHERS, SWEATING IN THEIR GUILT WHILE MY CLIENT HENRY'S BROW OF STAINLESS STEEL RESTS FREE, AS WELL IT MAY, OF ALL SUCH TURBULENCE, WHEREOF NOT BUILT HENRY LIES CLEAR AS ANY ONION-PEEL IN ANY SANDWICH, SAY. HE SPICED US: THERE, MY LORD, THE WICKED FAULT LODGES: WE JUDGED HIM WHEN WE DID NOT KNOW AND WE DID JUDGE HIM WRONG, LYING INCAPABLE OF CRIME SAVE SALT PRESERVATIVE IN CASES HERE BELOW ADDUCED. NOT TO PROLONG THESE HEARINGS ENDLESSLY, FRIENDS, WORD IS HAD HENRY MAY BE RETURNING TO OUR LIFE ADULT & DIFFICULT. THERE EXIST RUMOURS THAT REMOTE & SAD AND QUITE BEYOND THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIS WIFE TO THE FOOTHILLS OF THE CULT WILL COME IN SILENCE THIS DISTINGUISHED ONE ESSAYING ONCE AGAIN THE LOWER SLOPES IN TRIUMPH, KEEPING UP OUR HOPES, AND HEADING NOT FOR THE HIGHEST WE HAVE DONE BUT ENIGMATIC FACES, UNSURVEYED, CALM AS A FOREST GLADE FOR HIM. I ONLY SPEAK OF WHAT I HEAR AND I HAVE SAID TOO MUCH. HE MAY BE THERE OR HE MAY GROAN IN HOSPITAL RESUMING, AS THE FATES DECREE, OUR LOT. I WOULD NOT INTERRUPT HIM IN WHATEVER, IN WHAT HE'S BRACING HIM TO AT ALL. AND PICK THEIR AWFUL BRAINS. MOST SEEM TO FEEL NOTHING IS SECRET MORE TO MY DISDAIN I FIND, WHEN WE WHO FLED CHERISH THE KNOWINGS OF BOTH WORLDS, CONCEAL MORE, BEAT ON THE FLOOR, WHERE BHAIN IS STAGNANT, DEAR OF HENRY'S FRIENDS, YELLOW WITH CANCER, PAPER-THIN, & BENT EVEN IN THE HOSPITAL BED RACKED WITH HIGH HOPE, ON WHOM DEATH LAY HANDS IN WEEKS, OR YEATS IN THE LONDON SPRING HALF-SPENT, ONLY THE GRAND GIFT IN HIS HEAD GOING FOR HIM, A SEATED RUIN OF A MAN COURTEOUS TO A JUNIOR, LIKE ONE OF THE BOARDERS, OR DYLAN, WITH MORE TO SAY NOW THERE'S NO HURRY, AND WE'RE ALL A CLAN. YOU'D THINK OFF HERE ONE WOULD BE FREE FROM ORDERS. I DIDN'T HEAR A SINGLE WORD. I OBEYED. IN A BLUE SERIES TOWARDS HIS SLEEPY EYES THEY SLID LIKE WONDER, WOMEN TALL & SMALL, OF EVERY SHAPE & SIZE, IN MANY LANGUAGES TO LISP 'WE DO' TO HENRY ALMOST WAKING. WHAT IS THE NIGHT AT ALL, HIS CLOSED EYES BECKON YOU. IN THE MARRIAGE OF THE DEAD, A NEW ROUTINE, HE GASPED HIS CROWDED VOWS PAST LIDS SHUT TIGHT AND A-MANY RINGS FUMBLED ON. HIS COFFIN LIKE GRAND CENTRAL TO THE BRIM FILLED UP & EMPTIED WITH THE LAPSE OF LIGHT. WHICH ONE WILL WAKEN HIM? O SHE MUST STARTLE LIKE A FALLEN GOWN, CONTENT WITH SPEECH LIKE AN OLD SACRAMENT IN DEAF EARS LYING DOWN, BLAZING THROUGH DARKNESS TILL HE FEELS THE COLD & BLINDNESS OF HIS HOPELESS TENEMENT WHILE HIS BLACK ARMS UNFOLD. IN THE NIGHT-REACHES DREAMED HE OF BETTER GRACES, OF LIBERATIONS, AND BELOVED FACES, SUCH AS NOW ERE DAWN HE SINGS. IT WOULD NOT BE EASY, ACCUSTOMED TO THESE THINGS, TO GIVE UP THE OLD WORLD, BUT HE COULD TRY; LET IT ALL REST, HAVE A GOOD CRY. LET RANDALL REST, WHOM YOUR SELF-TORTURING CANNOT RESTORE ONE INSTANT'S GOOD TO, REST: HE'S LEFT US NOW. THE PANIC DIED AND IN THE PANIC'S DYING ALSO, ALSO, SOMEHOW. IN THE CHAMBERS OF THE END WE'LL MEET AGAIN I WILL SAY RANDALL, HE'LL SAY PUSSYCAT AND ALL WILL BE AS BEFORE WHENAS WE SOUGHT, AMOUNG THE BELOVED FACES, EMINENCE AND WERE DISSATISFIED WITH THAT AND NEEDED MORE. NOISES FROM UNDERGROUND MADE GIBBER SOME, OTHERS COLLECTED & DUG HENRY UP SAYING 'YOU ARE A SIGHT.' CHILLY, HE MUTTERED FOR A DOUBLE RUM WAVING THE MIKES AWAY, PUTTING A STOP TO RUMOURS, PUSHING HIS FRIGHT OFF WITH THE NOW ACCUMULATED TAXES ACCUSTOMED IN HIS WAY TO SOLITUDE AND NO BILLS. WIVES CAME FORWARD, CLAIMING A NEW AXIS, FEARFUL FOR THEIR INSURANCE, THOUGH, NOW, GLUED TO DISENCUMBERED HENRY'S MANY ILLS. A FORTNIGHT LATER, SENSE A SINGLE MAN UPON THE TRAMPLED SCENE AT 2 A.M. INSOMNIA-PLAGUED, WITH A SHOVEL DIGGING LIKE MAD, LAZARUS WITH A PLAN TO GET HIS OWN BACK, A PLAN, A STRATAGEM NO NEWSMAN WILL UNRAVEL. SOMETHING BLACK SOMEWHERE IN THE VISTAS OF HIS HEART. TULIPS FROM TATES TEAZED HENRY IN THE MOOD TO BE A TULIP AND DESIRE NO MORE BUT WATER, BUT LIGHT, BUT AIR. YET HIS NERVES RATTLED BLACKLY, UNSUBDUED, & SUFFOCATION CALLED, DREAM-WHISKEY'D POUR SIRENING. ROSY THERE TOO FLY MY PHIL & ELLEN ROSES, PAL. FLESH-COLOURED MEN & WOMEN COME & PUNT UNDER MY WINDOWS. I RAVE OR GRUNT AGAINST IT, FROM A FLOWERLESS LAND. FOR TIMELESS HOURS WIND MOST, OR NOT AT ALL. I WIND MY CLOCK BEFORE I SHAVE. SOON IT WILL FALL DARK. SOON YOU'LL SEE STARS YOU FEVERED AFTER, CHILD, MAN, & DID NOTHING,-- COMPASS LIVE TO THE PENCIL-TORCH! AS STILL AS HIS CADAVER, HENRY MARS THIS SURFACE OF AN EARTH OR OTHER, FEET SOUTH EYES BLEARED WEST, WAKING TO MARCH. GENERAL FATIGUE STALKED IN, & A MAJOR-GENERAL, CAPTAIN FATIGUE, AND AT THE BASE OF ALL PALE CORPORAL FATIGUE, AND THE COURT CONFERRED ON HENRY, AND CONFERRED ON HENRY THE RARE ORDER OF WEAK. --HOW COME DIMS ONE THESE WHOLESOME ELSERS OH? OLD POLYMATHS, OLD TRACKERS, FAR FROM HOME, SAY HOW THRO' AUBURN HAIR TITBITS OF YOUTH'S GREY CLIMB. I HAVE HEARD OF ROSE-CHEEKT BUT THE ROSE IS HERE! I BELL: WHEN POPS HER PHIZ IN A GOOD CROW. MY BEAUTY IS OFF DUTY!-- HENRY RELIVES A LADY, HOW DOWN VAIN, SPRUCE IN HER SUCCINCT PARTS, SPRUCE EVERYWHERE. THEY FED LIKE MUSCLES AND LUNCHED AFTER, BETWEEN, BEFORE. HE TRACKS HER, HUNCHED (PROPPED ON RED TABLE ELBOWS) AT HER TELEPHONE, WHITE REAR BARE IN THE AIR. ILL LAY HE LONG, UPON THIS LAST RETURN, UNVISITED. THE DOCTORS PUT EVERYTHING IN THE HOSPITAL INTO RELUCTANT HENRY AND THE NURSES TOOK IT OUT & PUT IT BACK, SMILING LIKE FIENDS, WITH THEIR ETERNAL 'WE.' HENRY DID A SLOW BURN, COLLAPSING HIS DIALOGUE TO THEIR WHITE EARS & SHINY ON THE FLANGES. SANKA HE DRANK UNTIL HIS MEMORIES BLURRED & VALERIE WAS COMING, LOWER HE SANK AND LOVELY. TEDDY ON HIS HANDLEBARS PERCHED, HER. ONE WORD HE HEARD INSISTENT: 'ON.' HE RAILED A STALE ABUSE UPON HIS BROAD SHORTCOMINGS, THEN LAY STILL. THAT MIDDLE-SIZED WILD MAN WAS ILL. A HOSPITAL IS WHERE IT ALL HAS A USE, SO IS A MAKAR. . SO IS SUBSTANTIAL GOD, TUNING IN FROM ABROAD. THE SURLY COP LOOKT OUT AT ME IN SLEEP INSECT-LIKE. GUESS, WHO WAS THE INSECT. I'D ASKED HIM IN MY ROBE & HOSPITAL GOWN IN THE ELEVATOR POLITELY WHY SOMEONE SAW SO MANY POLICE AROUND, AND WITHOUT SPEAKING HE LOOKED. A MEATHEAD, AND OF COURSE HE WAS ARMED, TO CREEP ACROSS MY NERVOUS SYSTEM SOME TIME AGO WRECKED. I SAW THE POINT OF LOEB AT LAST, TO GIVE ONESELF OVER TO CRIME WHOLLY, BAFFLE, TORMENT, ROAR LAUGHTER, OR WITHOUT SOUND ATTEND WHILE HE IS COOKED UNTIL WITH TREMBLING HANDS HOIST I MY TRUE IT'S THE TEXTURE & THE THOUGHT-- BUT I WILL LIKE THEM NOW, SPOONING AT YOU, MY GUARDIAN, SLOWLY, UNTIL AT LENGTH THE RAINS LOSE HEART AND THE SUN FLAMES OUT. UNDER THE TABLE, NO. THAT LAST WAS STUNNING, THAT FLAGON HAD BREASTS. SOME MEN GROW DOWN CURSED. WHY DRINK SO, TWO DAYS RUNNING? TWO MONTHS, O SEASONS, YEARS, TWO DECADES RUNNING? I ANSWER (SMILES) MY QUESTION ON THE CUFF: MAN, I BEEN THIRSTY. THE BRAKE IS INCOMPLETE BUT WHITE COSTUMES THREATEN HIS RUM, HIS COINTREAU, GIN-&-SHERRY, HIS BOURBON, BUGS UM ALL. HIS GO-OUT PRIVILEGE LED TO ODD RED TIMES, SINCE EVEN OR ESPECIALLY IN HOSPITAL THINGS GET HAIRY. HE MAKES IT BACK WITHOUT FALLING. HE SLEEP UP A SHORT STORM. HE WOLF HIS MEALS, LAMB-WARM. THEIR PACKS BUMP ON THEIR '-BLADES, TAN CANTEENS SWING, FOR THEM THIS DAY MY DAWN'S OLD, SATURDAY'S IT, THROUGH TOWN TOWARD A SCOUT HIKE. FOR HIM TOO, UP SINCE TWO, OUT FOR A SIT NOW IN THE EMPTIEST FRESHEST PARK, ONE SOBER FLING BEFORE CORRESPONDENCE & BREAKFAST. HENRY OF DONNYBROOK BRED LIKE A PIG, BRED WHEN HE WAS BRITTLE, BRED WHEN BIG, HOW HE'S SWEATING TO SUPPORT THEM. WHICH BIRTHDAY OF THE BRIGHTER DARKER MAN, THE GOYA OF THE GLOBE & BLACKFRIARS, WHOM-- OUR FULL EARTH SMILED ON HIM SQUEEZING HIS OLD HEART WITH A DAUGHTER LOOSE (HOSTAGES THEY ARE)--THE WORLD'S PRODUCED, SO FAR, ALARMS, ALARMS. FANCY THE CHILL & FATIGUE FOUR HUNDRED YEARS AWARD A WARM ONE. ALL WE KNOW IS EARS. MY SLAB LIFTS UP ITS ARMS IN A SOLICITUDE ENTIRE, TOO LATE. OF BRUTAL REVELRY GAP YOUR MOUTH TO STATE: FRONT BACK & BACKSIDE GO BARE! CATS' BLACKNESS, BOOZE, BLOWS, GRUNTS, GRAND GROANS. YO-BAD YOM I-OOWALED BO V'HA'L LAIL AWMER H'RE GAWBER! --NOW, NOW, POOR BONES. I MET A JUNIOR--NOT SO JUNIOR--AND A-MANY OTHERS, WHO KNEW 'HIM' OR 'THEM' LONG AGO, SLIGHTLY, COCKTAIL PARTY, ONLY (MY SCHEDULE BEING STRICT) BEFOREHAND. I WORKED. WELL. THEN THEY KEPT THE KIDS AWAY WITH THEIR OWN QUESTIONS, OVER BRIEFEST COFFEE. THEN KIDS DROVE ME TO MY CITY. I THINK OF THE JUNIOR: ONCE MY ADVANCED ELEVE, SWEETNATURED, SLACK A LITTLE, NEVER PERHAPS TO MAKE, IN MY OPINION THEN, IT. IN MY OPINION, AFTER A DECADE, NOW. HE PUBLISHES. THE PLACE WAS SECOND-RATE AND IS THROWING UP NEW BUILDINGS. HE'LL BE, WITH LUCK, THERE ALWAYS. --MR BONES, STOP THAT DAMN DISMAL. --WHY CAN'T WE ALL THE SAME BE? --DR BONES, HOW? HE DOES NOT LIVE HERE BUT IT IS THE GOD. A PRIEST TOOLS IN ATOP HIS MOTORBIKE. YOU DO NOT ENTER. HE DOES NOT ENTER. US THE LANDSCAPE CIRCLES HARD ABROAD, SUNNED, STONE. LIKE CALLS, TOO LOW, TO LIKE. ONE SUBMACHINE-GUN CLEARED THE DURGA TEMPLE. IT IS VERY DARK HERE IN THIS GROPING FORTH GULP RHUBARB FOR A GUILTY HEART, RHUBARB FOR A FREE, IF THE WORLD'S SWAY WAIVES CUSTOMS ANYWHERE THAT FAR LOOK ON, WITHOUT PURE DISMAY. UNABLE TO ACCOUNT FOR ITSELF. THE SLAVE-GIRL FOLDED HER FAN & TURNED ON MY AIR-CONDITIONER. THE LEMONADE-MACHINE MADE LEMONADE. I MADE LOVE, LOLLED, MY ROUNDEL LOWERED. I ACHE LESS. I PURR. --MR BONES, YOU TOO ADVANCER WITH YOUR SONG, MUCHING OF WHICH ARE WRONG. HOW THIS WOMAN CAME BY THE COURAGE, HOW SHE GOT THE COURAGE, HENRY BEMUSED HIMSELF IN A FRANTIC HOT NIGHT OF THE EIGHT OF JULY, WHERE IT CAME FROM, DID ONCE THE LORD FROWN DOWN UPON HER ANCIENT CRADLE THINKING 'THIS ONE WILL DO BEFORE SHE DIE FOR TWO AND SEVENTY YEARS OF CHIPPED INDIGNITIES AT LEAST,' AND WITH HIS THUNDER CLAPPED A PROMISE? IN THAT FAR AWAY TOWN WHO LOOKT UPON MY MOTHER WITH SHAME & RAGE THAT ANY SHOULD ENDURE SUCH PILGRIMAGE, GROWLED HENRY SWEATING, GROWN IN HER GREAT STRENGTH, IN HER HOPE SUPERHUMAN, NO, NO, NOT USED AT ALL. I DECLARE A MYSTERY, HE MUMBLED TO HIMSELF, OF LOVE, AND TOOK THE BOURBON FROM THE SHELF AND DRANK HER A TALL ONE, TALL. A SHALLOW LAKE, WITH MANY WATERBIRDS, ESPECIALLY EGRETS: I WAS SHOWING MOTHER AROUND, AN EXTRAORDINARY VIVID DREAM OF BETTY & DOUGLAS, AND DON--HIS MOTHER'S ESTATE WAS ON THE GROUNDS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM. HE SHOWED ME AROUND. A POLICEMAN TRUNDLED A SIREN UP THE WALK. IT WAS 6:05 P.M., DON WAS LATE HOME. I ASKT IF HE EVER SAW THE INMATES--'NO, THEY NEVER LEAVE THEIR CELLS.' BETTY WAS DOWNSTAIRS, DON CALLED DOWN 'A DRINK' WHILE SHOWERING. I CAN'T GO INTO THE MEANING OF THE DREAM EXCEPT TO SAY A SENSE OF TOTAL LOSS AFFLICTED ME THEREOF: AN ABSOLUTE DISAPPEARANCE OF CONTINUITY & LOVE AND CHILDREN AWAY AT SCHOOL, THE WEIGHT OF THE CROSS, AND EVERYTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS. THE SUNBURNT TERRACES WHICH SWANS MAKE HOME WITH WATER PURLING, MACCHU PICHU DIED LIKE DELPHI LONG AGO-- A MESSAGE TO JUSTINIAN CLOSING IT OUT, THE THOUSAND YEARS' AUTHORITY, ALTHOUGH THO' NEVER FOUND EXACTLY WRONG POLITICAL PATTERNS DID INDEED EMERGE; THE ORACLE WAS CONSERVATIVE, LIKE LIPPMANN, ROARED THE WINDS ON THE HEIGHT, THE SHINING ONES BEHIND THE SHRINE, WHOSE VERGE SAW THE IMPIOUS PLUNGED, 6000 STATUES ABOVE THE TEMPLE SHONE PLUNDERED, CENTURIES PLUNDERED, FIRST THE GOLD THEN BRONZE & MARBLE, THEN THE PLINTHS, THEN THE DEAD NERVE-- ROOT-CANAL-WORK, UGH. I--I STILL HOLD FOR THE SAVIOUR OF TEETH, & I EMBRACE ONLY HE THREW ME A VICIOUS I CONSIDER A SONG WILL BE AS HUMMING-BIRD SWIFT, DOWN-LIGHT, MISSILE-METAL-HARD, & STRANGE AS THE WORLD OF ANTI-MATTER WHERE THEY ARE WONDERING: DOES TIME RUN BACKWARD-- WHICH THE POET THOUGHT WAS TRUE; SCARLATTI-SUPPLE; WRECKT, IN DEEP DANGER, HE SHOOK ONCE HIS HEAD, RETURNING TO MEDITATION. AND WORD HAD SPED ALL FROM THE FARTHEST WEST THAT HENRY WAS DESIRED: CAN HE GET FREE OF THE HANGING MENACE, & THIS ALL, AND GO? HE DOESN'T THINK SO. THEREFORE HE SHAKES AND HE WILL SING NO MORE, MUCH LESS A SONG AS FAST AS SAID, AS LIGHT, SO DEEP, SO FLEXING. HE BROODS. HE MAY, REHEARSING, HERE OF HIS BAD YEAR AT THE VERY END, IN SQUALOR, ILL, OUTSIDE. --HAPPY NEW YEAR, MR BONES. WELCOME, GRINNED HENRY, WELCOME, FIFTY-ONE! I NEVER CARED FOR FIFTY, WHEN NOTHING GOT DONE. THE HOSPITALS WERE FUN IN CERTAIN WAYS, AND AN HONOUR OR SO, BUT ON THE WHOLE FIFTY WAS A MESS AS THOUGH HEAVY CLUBS FROM BELOW AND FROM--GOD SAVE THE BLOODY MARK--ABOVE WERE LOOSED UPON HIS SKULL & SOLES. O LOVE, WHAT WAS YOU LOAFING OF THAT FIFTY PUT YOU OFF, OUT & AWAY, LEAVING THE POUNDING, HORRID SLEEP BY DAY, NIGHTS NAUGHT BUT FITS. I PRAY THE OPENING DECADE CONTRAVENE ITS PROMISE TO BE AS BAD AS ALL THE OTHERS. IS THERE SOMETHING HENRY MISS IN THE JUNGLE OF THE GODS WHOM HENRY'S PRAYER TO? EMPTY TEMPLES--A DECADE OF DARK-BLUE SINS, SON, WORSE THAN YOU. AS A KID I BELIEVED IN DEMOCRACY: I 'SAW NO ALTERNATIVE'--TEACHING AT THE BIG PLACE I AH PUT IT IN PRACTICE: WE'D TIME FOR ONE LONG NOVEL: TO A VOTE-- GONE WITH THE WIND THEY VOTED: I CRUNCHED 'NO' AND WE SAT DOWN WITH WAR & PEACE. AS A MAN I BELIEVED IN DEMOCRACY (NOBODY EVER LEARNS ANYTHING): ONLY ONE LAZY DAY MY ASSISTANT, CALLED JAMES DOW, & I WERE CHATTING, IN A FAILURE OF MEETING OF MINDS, AND I SAID CURIOUS 'WHAT ARE YOUR REAL POLITICS?' 'OH, I'M A MONARCHIST.' FINISHING HIS DISSERTATION, IN POLITICAL SCIENCE. I RESIGN. THE UNIVERSAL CONTEMPT FOR MR. NIXON, WHOM NEVER I LIKED BUT WHO ALERT & GUSTY SERVED US YEARS UNDER A DOPE, MAYBE, BEFORE A FEW MINDLESS VOTES. CALMLY, WHILE SAT UP FRIENDLIES & MADE NOISE DELIGHT FULLER THAN HE CAN READY SING OR STUDIOUSLY SAY, ON HEARING THAT THE YEAR HAD SWUNG TO PAUSE AND CULMINATED IN AN ABUNDANT THING, CAME HIS LADY'S BIRTHDAY. DOGS FILL DAYLIGHT, DOING EACH OTHER ILL: MY OWN IN LOVE WAS LUGGED SO MANY BLOCKS WE HAD TO HAVE A VET. COMES UNREPENTANT ROUND THE LUSTFUL MONGREL AGAIN TODAY, GLARING AT HER BANDAGES & LOCKS: HIS BARK HAS GRIT. THIS SCREEN-PORCH WHERE MY PUPPY SUFFERS AND I SWARM I HOPE WITH HURTLESS LOVE IS NOW TOWARDS THE CLOSE OF DAY THE SCENE OF A VISION OF FRIENDLIES WHO WITHSTAND ANIMAL NATURE SO FAR AS TO ALLOW GRACE AWHILE TO STAY. THREE 'COONS COME AT HIS GARBAGE. HE BE CROSS, I FIGURING PORCUPINE & TOOK SIR POKER UNBARRING MR DOOR, & THEN SCREEN DOOR. AH, BUT THE LITTLE 'COON, HARDLY A FOOT (NOT COUNTING TAIL) GOT IN WITH TWO MORE AT THE PORCH-EDGE AND THEY SWIRLED, BEFORE SOME TWO SWERVE OFF THIS SIDE OF CRAB TREE, AND MY DEAR FRIEND HELD WITH THE TORCH IN HIS TINY EYES TWO FEET OFF, BANDED, BUT THEN HE GAVE & SHOT AWAY TOO. THEY WERE ALL THE SAME SIZE, MAYBE THEY WERE BROTHERS, IT SEEMS, AND IS, CLEAR TO ME WE ARE BROTHERS, I WISH THE RABBIT & THE 'COONS COULD BE FRIENDS, I'M SORRY ABOUT THE POKER BUT I'M TOO BUSY NOW FOR NIPPING OR QUILLS I'VE GIVEN UP LITERATURE & TAKEN DOWN PILLS, AND THAT RABBIT DOESN'T TRUST ME SIXTEEN BELOW. OUR CARS LIKE STRANDED HULLS LITTER ALL DAY OUR LITTLE AVENUE. IT WAS 28 BELOW. NO ONE GOES ANYWHERE. FABULOUS CALLS TO DUTY CLANK. ICY DUNGEONS, THOUGH, HAVE MUCH TO MENTION TO YOU. AT HARVARD & YALE MUST PUSSY-CAT BE HEARD IN THE DEAD OF WINTER WHEN WE MUST BE SAD AND FEEL BY THE WEATHER HAD. AND, WHENEVER WE ARE, WE MUST BEG ALWAYS PARDON PARDON WAS THE WORD. PARDON WAS THE ONLY WORD, IN FEROCIOUS COLD LIKE ASIATIC PRISONS, WHERE WE LIVE AND STRIVE AND STRIVE TO FORGIVE. MELTED MY HONEY, SUMMERS AGO. I TOLD HER TRUE & SUMMER THINGS. SHE LEANED AN EAR IN MY DIRECTION, HERE. SHE MENTIONED 'WORTHLESS' & HE TOOK IT IN, DEGRADED HENRY, AT THE EBB OF LOVE-- O AT THE END OF LOVE-- IN UNDERSHORTS, WITH VISITORS, WHEREOF WE CAN SAY THEIR CHILDLESSNESS IS ENDING. LOVE FINALLY TOOK OVER, AFTER THEIR TWO ADOPTED: SHE HAS A MONTH TO GO AND HENRY HAS (PERHAPS) MANY MONTHS TO GO UNTIL ANOTHER SPRING WAKENS ANOTHER HENRY, WITH FAR TO GO; FAR TO GO, PAL. MY PUSSY-WILLOW CEASED. THE TIGER-LILY DREAMED. ALL WE DREAM, UNCERTAIN, IN SYRACUSE & HERE & THERE: DREAD WE OUR LOVES, WHEREAS THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC IS ON ITS WAY SOMEWHERE. WE'RE NOT. WE'RE ON OUR WAY TO THE LITTLE FAIR AND THE COPS & THE FLICKS & THE SINGLE FLICK WHO'LL SOLVE OUR INTOLERABLE PROBLEM. IT WAS THE BLUE & PLAIN ONES. I FORGET ALL THAT. MY OWN CLOUDS DARKENING HUNG. BESIDES, IT WASN'T SERIOUS. THEY TOOK THEM IN DIFFERENT ROOMS & FED THEM LIES. 'SHE ADMITTED YOU WANTED TO GET RID OF IT.' 'HE TOLD US HE TOLD YOU TO.' THE FORCE, WITH ITS RAPISTS CON-MEN MURDERERS, HAS BEEN OUR PRIDE (TRUST HENRY) EIGHTY YEARS;-- NOW TEDDY WAS HARD ON. STILL THE TRADITION PERSISTS, BEAT UP, BEAT ON, TAKE, TAKE. FRAME. GET SET; COVER UP. THE SATURDAY CONFESSIONS ARE REALLY SOMETHING. HERE WAS THERE LESS OR NOTHING IN QUESTION BUT HORROR. SHE LEFT HIS BROTHER'S SON TWO MINUTES BUT-- AS I SAY I FORGET THAT-- DURING THE TIME HE DROWNED. THE LAUNDRY LIVED AND THEY LIVED, UNCHARGED, AND WENT THEIR WAYS APART WITH THE BLESSING OF THE N.Y. POLICE FORCE. I MISS HIM. WHEN I GET BACK TO CAMP CAN'T HE, PINK OR BLUE, AND I WILL TALK TO HIM. I MISS HIM. SLAMS, GRAND OR ANY, AREN'T FOR THE TUNDRA MUCH. ONE FACE-CARD WILL DO. IT'S MARVELLOUS HOW FOUR SIT DOWN--BEYOND MY THOUGHT HOW MANY TABLES SOMETIMES ARE IN FORGOTTEN CLUBS ACROSS & DOWN THE WORLD. YOUR FEVER CONNED US, PAL. WILL IT WORK OUT, MY SOLITAIRE? THE BLUBBER'S SAFE IN THE TUBS, THE DOGS ARE STILL, & ALL'S WELL . . . NINE LONG TIMES I LOOSED & BURIED. THEN I SHOT HIM DEAD. I DON'T REMEMBER WHY. THE CAPTAIN OF THE SUPPLY SHIP, PLAYING FOR DIMES, THINKS I KILLED HIM. THE BLACK CARDS ARE RED AND WHERE'S THE OTHERS? I-- MY FRAMEWORK IS BROKEN, I AM COMING TO AN END, GOD SEND IT SOON. WHEN I HAD MOST TO SAY MY TONGUE CLUNG TO THE ROOF I MEAN OF MY MOUTH. IT IS MY LADY'S BIRTHDAY WHICH MUST BE HONOURED, AND HAS BEEN. GOD SEND IT SOON. I NOW MUST SPEAK TO MY DISCIPLES, WEST AND EAST. I SAY TO YOU, DO NOT DELAY I SAY, EXPECTATION IS VAIN. I SAY AGAIN, IT IS MY LADY'S BIRTHDAY WHICH MUST BE HONOURED. BRING HER TO THE TEST AT ONCE. I SAY AGAIN, IT IS MY LADY'S BIRTHDAY WHICH MUST BE HONOURED, FOR HER HIGH BLACK HAIR BUT NOT FOR THAT ALONE: FOR EVERY WORD SHE UTTERS EVERYWHERE SHOWS HER GOOD SOUL, AS TRUE AS A HEALED BONE,-- BEING PART OF WHAT I MEANT TO SAY. THAT ISNA HENRY LIMPING. THAT'S A HOBBLE CLAPPED ON MERE HENRY BY THE MOST HIGH GOD FOR THE FREEDOM OF HENRY'S SOUL. --THE BODY'S FOUL, CRIED GOD, ONCE, TWICE, & BOUND IT-- FOR MANY YEARS I HID IT FROM HIM SUCCESSFULLY-- I'M NOT CLEAR HOW HE FOUND IT BUT NOW HE HAS IT--MUCH GOOD MAY IT DO HIM IN THE VACANT SPIRITUAL OF SPACE-- ONLY RUSSIANS & AMERICANS TO AS IT WERE CONVERSE WITH--WEEL, ONE FRENCHMAN TO LIVEN UP THE AIRLESS WITH ONE NOSE & OPINIONS CLEVER & GRIM. GOD DECLARED WAR ON VALERIE TRUEBLOOD, O MUCH TO SAY TOO. MY MEMORY OF HIS KINDNESS COMES LIKE A FLOOD FOR WHICH I FLUSH WITH GRATITUDE; YET AWAY HE SHOULDNA HAVE PUT DOWN MISS TRUEBLOOD. HENRY IN TROUBLE WHIRPED OUT LONELY WHINES. WHEN ICH WHEN WAS EVER NOT IN TROUBLE? BUT DID HE WHIP OUT WHINES AFORE? AND WHEN CHECK IN WIF ALES & LIFELINES ANYONE EARLIER O? --SOME, NOW, MR BONES, MANY. --I AM FLEEING DOUBLE: MR PAST BEING NO FRIENDS OF MINE, ALL THEM AROUND: SIR FUTURE DUBIOUS, CALAMITOUS & GRAND: I CAN NO FOOTHOLD HERE; WHEREFORE I PINES FOR DR PRESENT, WHO WON'T THRIVE TO US HAND OVER NEITHER HAND FROM THEM BLUE DEPTHS NOR CHOPPERING DOWN SKIES DOES DR PRESENT VAULT UNTO HIS TASK. HENRY IS WEFT ON HIS OWN. PLUCK DR PRESENT. LET HIS GRIEVOUS WIVES THRALL LIE TO LIVEY TOADS. MAY HIS CHAINS BASK. LOWER HIM, CAPT OWEN, INTO THE SUN. HER PROPERTIES, LIKE HER OF COURSE & FRISKY & NEW: A STALE CAKE SOLD TO KIDS, A 7-FOOT WEED INSIDE IN THE GREAT NECK NIGHT, A RECORD ('GREAT'), HER WORK ALL OVER AS U- SUAL REJECTED. SHE ODD IN A BAKERY. THE OWNER STAND BESIDE HER AND SHE HAVE TO SELL TO THE BROTHER & SISTER JUMPING WITHOUT SAY 'ONE WEEK OLD.' HER INDIFFERENCE TO THE FATE OF HER MANUSCRIPTS (WHICH FLASH) TO A OLD HAND IS TRULY SOMEFING. I GUESS: SHE'LL TAKE THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD PRESENTLY, WITH LIKE FLARE & INDIFFERENCE. A MASSIVE, UNPREMEDITATED, INSTANTANEOUS TRANSFER OF SOLICITUDE FROM THE THING TO THE CREATURE HENRY SOMETIMES FELT. A STATE OF CHANCY MIND WHEN FACTS STICK OUT FREQUENT WAS HIS, WHILE THAT THIS SHRUGGING GIRL, KEEN, DO NOT QUIT, HE KNELT. (HAVING SO SWIFTLY, AND BEEN BY, LET DOWN.) THROUGH THE FOREST, FOLLOWED, HENRY MADE HIS SILKY WAY. NO CHICKADEE WAS TROUBLED, SMALL MOSS SMILED ON HIS SWIFT PASSAGE. THEY MET IN A CLEARING AND LOOKT AT EACH OTHER AWHILE. TO KILL WAS NOT THE MESSAGE. HE ONLY COULD GO WITH THEM--ODDS? 20 TO ONE-AND-A-HALF: POINTLESS. BESIDES, PALAVER WITH THE HIGH CHIEF MIGHT ADVANCE THE CAUSE. UNDOUBTEDLY DOWN THEY SAT AND THEY DID TALK AND ONE DID BALK & STUCK BUT ONE DID STALK A CREATION OF NEW LAWS. HE SMOKED THE PIPE OF PEACE--THE SCENE? TEPEES, WIGWAMS, PAPOOSES, BUFFALO HIDES, A HIGH FIRE-- WITH EVERYONE, EVEN THAT ABNORMALLY SCRUBBED & POWERFUL ONE, SHIVERING WITH POWER, HELD TOGETHER WITH WIRES, HIS WORST ENEMY. DISTURBED, WHEN HENRY'S LOVE RETURNED WITH A HUBBY,-- I SEE THAT, HENRY, I DON'T PUT THAT DOWN,-- HE THOUGHT HE HAD TO THINK OR WITH A RAZOR LIKE A SKATING-RINK HAVE MORE TO SAY OR MORE TO THEM DOWNTOWN IN THE CHRISTMAS SEASON, LIKE A HOBBY. THEIR LETTERS WILL, RELEASED, SHAKE THE MAPPED WORLD AT SOME POINT, IN THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, (FRIEND, THAT HURT.) IT'S HORRIBLE HOW NEAR SHE WAS MY HURT IN THE OLD DAYS--NOW SHE'S A LAWYER TWIRLED HALFWAY AROUND HER FINGER AND I AM ELATED & VAGUE FOR LOVE OF HER AND SHE IS CHILLY & LOST FOR LOVE OF ME AND WE ARE FOR EACH OTHER THAT WHICH NEEDS WHICH, CORRESPONDING TO HENRY'S MOTHER BUT WHICH CAN NOT HAVE, LIKE THE LIFTING SEA OVER EACH OTHER'S FUR. HE WONDERED: DO I LOVE? ALL THIS APPLAUSE, YOUNG BEAUTIES SITTING AT MY FEET & ALL, AND ALL. IT TIRES ME OUT, HE PONDERED: I'M TEMPTED TO BREAK LAWS AND LOVE MYSELF, OR THE STUPID QUESTIONS ASKED ME MOVE ME TO HOMICIDE-- SO MANY BEAUTIES, ONE ON EITHER SIDE, THE WALL'S BEHIND ME, INTO WHICH I CRAWL OUT OF MY REPEATING VOICE-- THE MIKE FOLDS DOWN, THE FOOLISH ASKERS FALL OVER THEIRSELVES IN AN AUDIENCE OF ASHES AND HENRY RETURNS TO REJOICE IN DARK & STILL, AND ONE SOLE BEAUTY ONLY WHO NEVER WALKED NEAR HENRY WHILE THE MOB SHE SAW THROUGH THINGS, SHE SAW THAT HE WAS LONELY AND WAITED WHILE HE HID BEHIND THE WALL AND ALL. FRESH-SHAVEN, PAST MONTHS & A PICTURE IN NEW YORK OF BEARD TWO, I DID HAVE THREE TOOK OFF. WELL. . SHADOW & ACT, SHADOW & ACT, BETTER GET WHITE OR YOU' GET WHACKED, OR KEEP SO-CALLED BLACK & RAISE NEW HELL. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS DYING. YOU'VE DONE ME A DOZEN GOODNESSES; GET WELL. FIGHT AGAIN FOR OUR OWN. HENRY FELT BAFFLED, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THING. HE SPENT HIS WHOLE TIME IN IRELAND ON THE BOOK OF KELLS, THE JACKASS, MADE OF BONE. NO TREMOR, NO PERSPIRE: HEAVEN IS HERE NOW, IN MINNEAPOLIS. IT'S EASIER TO VOMIT THAN IT WAS, BEARDLESS. THERE'S ALWAYS THE CRUELTY OF SCHOLARSHIP. I ONCE WAS A SLIP. FOES I SNIFF, WHEN I HAVE LESS TO SHOUT OR MURMUR. PALS ALONE ENORMOUS SOUNDS DOWNWARD & UP BRING REAL. LOSS, DEATHS, TERROR. OVER & OUT, BELOVED: THANKS FOR CABBAGE ON MY WOUNDS: I'LL FEED YOU HOW I FEEL:-- OF AVOCADO MOIST WITH LEMON, YEA FORMALDEHYDE & ROTTING SARDINES O IN OUR APPOINTED TIME I WOULD I COULD A TOUCH MORE FULLY SAY MY CONSENTLESS MIND. THE SENSES ARE BELOW, WHICH IN THIS AIR SUBLIME DO I REPUDIATE. BUT FOES I SNIFF! MY NOSE IN ALL DIRECTIONS! I BE SO BRAVE I CREEP INTO AN ARCTIC CAVE FOR THE RECTAL TEMPERATURE OF THE BIGGEST BEAR, HIBERNATING--IN MY LEFT HAND SUGAR. I TOTTER TO THE LIP OF THE CLIFF. GRIEF IS FATIGUING. HE IS OUT OF IT, THE WHOLE HUMILIATING HUMAN ROUND, OUT OF THIS & THAT. HE MADE A-MANY HEARTS GO PIT-A-PAT WHO NOW NEED NEVER MIND HIS NOSTRIL-HAIR NOR A CRITICAL ERROR LAID BARE. HE ENDURED FIFTY YEARS. HE WAS RANDALL JARRELL AND WROTE A-MANY BOOKS & HE WROTE WELL. PEACE TO THE BEARDED CORPSE. HIS LAST BOOK WAS HIS BEST. HIS WIVES LOVED HIM. HE SAW IN THE FOREST SOMETHING COMING, GRIM, HONEST & CRUEL, PEACE NOW TO HIS SOUL. HE NEVER LOVED HIS BODY, BEING FULL OF DENTS. A WRINKLED PEACE TO THIS GOOD MAN. HENRY IS HALF IN LOVE WITH ONE OF HIS STUDENTS AND THE SAD PROCESS CONTINUES TO THE WHOLE AS IT SWARMED & BEGAN. HE PUBLISHED HIS GIRL'S BOTTOM IN STAID PAGES OF AN OLD WEEKLY. WHERE WILL NEXT HIS RAGES RIDICULOUS HENRY LAND? TRANQUIL & CHASTE, DE-HAMMOCKED, HE DESCENDED-- UPON WHICH NOTE THE FABLE SHOULD HAVE ENDED-- TOWARDS THE GROUND, AND WHILE FABLE WOUND ITSELF UPON HIM THICK AND COATS UPON HIS TONGUE FORMED, WHITE, TERRFIC: HE STRETCHED OUT STILL. ASSEMBLED BANDS TO DO OBSEQUIOUS MUSIC AT HOPELESS NOON. HE BAYED BEFORE HE OBEYED, DOING AT LAST THEIR WILL. THIS SEEMED PERHAPS ONE OF THE BEST OF DOGS DURING HIS BARKING. MANY THRONGED & LAPPED AT HIS DELICIOUS STONE. CATS TO A DISTANCE KEPT--ONE OF THEIR OWN-- HAVING IN MIND THAT DOWN HE LAY & NAPPED IN THE REALM OF WHISKERS & FOGS. DAPPLES MY FLOOR THE EASTERN SUN, MY HOUSE FACES NORTH, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY EXCEPT THAT IT DAPPLES MY FLOOR AND IT WOULD DAPPLE ME IF I LAY ON THAT FLOOR, AS-WELL-FORTHWITH I HAVE DONE, TRYING WELL TO MOUNT A THOUGHT NOT CARELESSLY IN TIMES FORGOTTEN, EXCEPT BY THE NEW YORK TIMES WHICH CAN'T FORGET. THERE IS ALWAYS THE MORGUE. THERE ARE MEN IN THE MORGUE. THESE MEN HAVE ACCESS. SLEEPLESS, IN POSITION, THEY DREAM THE PAST FOREVER COLOSSAL IN THE DAWN COMES THE SECOND LIGHT WE DO ALL DIE, IN THE FLOOR, IN THE MORGUE AND WE MUST DIE FOREVER, C'EST LA MORT A HEADY BRILLIANCE THE ULTIMATE GLOIRE POST-MACH, PROBABLY IN UNDERWEAR AS WE MET EACH OTHER ONCE. BEHOLD I BRING YOU TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY-- ESPECIALLY NOW THAT THE SNOW & GALE ARE STILL-- FOR HENRY IS DELIVERED. NOT ONLY IS HE DELIVERED FROM THE GALE ALSO. IT IS A BOY. HENRY'S PLEASURE IN THIS UNUSUAL EVENT REMINDS ME OF THE EXTRA TOLD AT HOLLYWOOD & VINE THAT TV CAMERAS WERE FOCUSSED ON HIM PERSONALLY THEN & THERE AND 'JUST A FEW WORDS . . . IS IT WHAT YOU MEANT? WAS THERE A GENUINE SIGN?' COUVADE WAS ALWAYS HENRY'S FAVOURITE CUSTOM, BETTER THAN THE BRIDE BITING OFF THE PENISES, PAL, REMEMBER? ALL THE BROTHERS MARRYING HER IN TURN & DYING MUTILATED UNTIL THE YOUNGEST PUT IN INSTEAD A CROWBAR, PAL, AND PULLED OUT NOT ONLY HER TEETH BUT ALSO HIS BROTHERS' DONGS & NO DOUBT OTHERS'. BARDS FREEZING, NAKED, UP TO THE NECK IN WATER, WHOLLY IN DARK, TIME LIMITED, DIFFERENT FROM INITIATIONS NOW: THE CLASS IN WRITING, CLOTHED & DRY & LIGHT, UNLIMITED TIME, TILL POETRY TAKES SOME, NOBODY READS THEM THROUGH, NO TRUMPETS, NO SOLEMN INSTAURATION, NO CHANGE; NO COMMISSIONS, LADIES HIGH IN SOULFUL PRAISE (PAL) NONE, COSTUMES AS USUAL, TURTLENECK SWEATERS, LOAFERS, IN & AMONG THE BUSY MANY WHO BRAYS ART IS IF ANYTHING FUN. I SAY THE SUBJECT WAS GIVEN AS OF OLD, PRESCRIBED THE TECHNICAL TREATMENT, TESTS REALLY TESTS WERE SET BY THE MASTERS & GRADED. I SAY THE PARALYZED FEAR LEST ONE'S NOT ONE IS BACK WITH US FOREVER, WORSTS & BESTS SPRING FOR THE PUBLIC, FADED. AMONG THEM MARBLE WHERE THE MAN MAY LIE LIE CHIEFTAINS GRAND IN FINAL PHASE, OR PAUSE, 'O RARE BEN JONSON', DICTATOR TOO, & THE THINKY OTHER JOHNSON, DICTATOR TOO, BACKHANDERS DOWN OF LAWS, MEN OF FEARS, WEIRD & SLY. NOT OF THESE LEAST IS BORNE TO REST. IF GRANDEUR & METTLE PROMPTED HIS LONE JOURNEY NEITHER OH CROWDED SHELVES NOR THIS SLAB I CELEBRATES ATTEST HIS COMPLEX SLOW FAME FOREVER (MORE OR LESS). I IMAGINE THE ABBEY AMONG THEIR WONDERS WILL BE GLAD OF HIM WHOM SOME ARE SORRY FOR HIS GRIEFS ACROSS THE WORLD AND GRATEFUL FOR THAT BOUNTY, FOR BRIGHT WHIMS OF HEAVY MIND ACROSS THE TIRESOME WORLD WHICH THE TIRESOME WORLD DEBATED, COMPLICATED. AGAIN, HIS FRIEND'S DEATH MADE THE MAN SIT STILL AND FREEZE INSIDE--HIS DAUGHTER WON FIRST PRIZE-- HIS WIFE SCOWLED OVER AT HIM-- IT SEEMED TO BE HALLOWE'EN. HIS FRIEND'S DEATH HAD BEEN ADJUDGED SUICIDE, WHICH DANGLES A TRAIL LONGER THAN HENRY'S CHILL, LONGER THAN HIS LOSS AND LONGER THAN THE LETTER THAT HE WROTE THAT DAY TO THE WIDOW TO FIND OUT WHAT THE HELL HAD HAPPENED THUS. ALL SOULS CONVERGE UPON A HOPELESS MORE TONIGHT, AS THOUGH THE THRONGS OF SOULS IN HOPELESS PAIN RISE UP TO SAY THEY CANNOT CARE, TO SAY THEY ABIDE WHATEVER IS TO COME. MY AIR IS FLUNG WITH SOULS WHICH WILL NOT STOP AND AMONG THEM HANGS A SOUL THAT HAS NOT DIED AND REFUSES TO COME HOME. A HEMORRHAGE OF HIS LEFT EAR OF GOOD FRIDAY-- SO HELP ME JESUS--THEN MADE FUNNY TOO THE OTHER, FURTHER ONE. THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A BIT. SHEETS SCRUBBED AWAY SOON ALL BUT THREE NAILS. DOCTORS IN THIS CITY O WILL NOT (HIS WIFE CRIED) COME. PERHAPS HE'S FOR IT. IF THAT FILIPINO DOC HAD DIAGNOSED AH HERE IN WASHINGTON THAT EAR-INFECTION HA HE'D HAVE BEEN GROUNDED, SO IN A HALL FOR THE ILL IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, THEY OPINED. THE CABINS AT EIGHT THOU' ARE PRESSURIZED, THEY SWORE, MY LOVE, BAD FOR-- TEN DAYS AGO--A DIM & BLOODY EAR, OR EARS. THEY SAY ARE SYMPATHETIC, EARS, & HEARS MORE THAN THEY SHOULD OR DID. THIN AS A SHEET HIS MOTHER CAME TO HIM DURING THE SCREAMING EVENINGS AFTER HE DID IT, TOUCHED F.J.'S DEAD HAND. THE PARLOUR WAS DARK, HE WAS THE FIRST PALL-BEARER IN, HE GAVE HIMSELF A DARE & THEN DID IT, THE THING WAS QUITE UNPLANNED, RIOTS FOR HENRY THE UNSTRUCTURED DEAD, HIS OLDER PLAYMATE FOULED, REACHING FOR HIM FROM THE OLDER BOY WHO DIED BY THE COTTONWOOD & NOW IS TO BE PLANTED, WISE & SLIM, AS PART OF HENRY'S HISTORY. CHRIST WAITS. THAT BOY WAS GOOD BEYOND HIS YEARS, HE SERVED AT MASS LIKE HENRY, HE NEVER DID ONE EXTREME THING WRONG BUT TENDER HIS COLD HAND, LATENT WITH HENRY'S FEARS TO HENRY'S SHOCKING TOUCH, WHEREAT HE FLED AND WOKE SCREAMING, YOUNG & STRONG. WHEN I SAW MY FRIEND COVERED WITH BLOOD, I THOUGHT THIS IS THE END OF THE DREAM, NOW I'LL WAKE UP. THAT WAS MORE YEARS AGO THAN I CARE TO RECKON, AND MY FRIEND IS NOT DYING BUT ADHERING TO AN ELITE GROUP IN CALIFORNIA O. WHY DID I NEVER WAKE, WHEN COVERED WITH BLOOD I SAW MY FEARFUL FRIEND, HIS NERVES ARE BAD WITH THE LARGE STRAIN OF MOVING, I SEE HIS MOTIONS, STRETCHT ON HIS OWN RACK, OUR BOOK IS COMING OUT IN PAPERBACK, HENRY HAS NOT CEASED LOVING BUT WISHES ALL THAT BLOOD WOULD FLOW AWAY LEAVING HIS FRIEND CRISP, READY FOR ALL IN THE NEW WORLD O. I SEE HIM BRACE, AND ON THAT NOTE I PRAY THE BLOOD RECEDE LIKE AN OLD FOLDEROL AND HE SPRING UP & GO. COME TOUCH ME BABY IN HIS WAKING DREAM DISORDERED HENRY MURMURED. I'LL READ YOU HEGEL AND THAT WILL HURT YOUR MIND I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE UNKIND BUT I WILL CLEAR THAT BLOCK, I'LL SET YOU ON FIRE ALONG WITH OUR BABIES TO SAVE THEM UP THE HIGH & RUINED STAIRS, MY GROWING DAUGHTERS. I AM INSANE, I THINK, THEY SAY & ACT SO. BUT THEN THEY LET ME OUT, AND I MUST SAVE THEM, HIGH FIRES WILL HELP, AT THIS TIME, IN MY AFFAIRS. I AM INSANE, I KNOW AND MANY OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS WERE HALF-SANE I SEE THE RORSCHACH FOR THE DEAD ON ITS WAY PROP THEM UP! TRADE US A LESSON, POUR ME DOWN A SINK I SWEAR I'LL LOVE HER ALWAYS, LIKE A DRINK LET PASS FROM ME THIS CUP IT WAS ONLY A SMALL DREAM OF THE GOLDEN WORLD, YOU'VE DANCED & TRICKT US ENOUGH. UNINTELLIGIBLE WHINES & IMPRECATIONS, HURLED FROM THE SECOND FLOOR, FAIL TO IMPRESS YOUR MOTHER AND I AM THE ONLY OTHER AND I SAY GO TO BED! WE'LL MEET TOMORROW, ACRES OF THREATS DISSOLVE INTO A SMILE, YOU'LL BE THE LITTLE BABY AGAIN, WHILE I PURSUE MY PATH OF SORROW & BODIES, BODIES, TO BE CARRIED A MILE & DROPT. MAYBE IF FROZEN SLUSH WILL REPRESENT THE SOUL WHICH IS TO REPRESENTED IN THE HEREAFTER I ASK FOR A DECREE DOOMING MY BITTER ENEMIES TO LAUGHTER ADVANCED AGAINST THEM. IF THE DREAM WAS SMALL IT WAS MY DREAM ALSO, HENRY'S. AS HE GREW FAMOUS--AH, BUT WHAT IS FAME?-- HE LOST HIS OLD OBSESSION WITH HIS NAME, THINGS SEEMED TO MATTER LESS, INCLUDING THE FAME--A TELEVISION TEAM CAME FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY TO MAKE A FILM OF HIM WHICH DID NOT HIM DISTRESS: HE ENJOYED THE HARD WORK & HE WAS GOOD AT THAT, SO THEY ALL SAID--THE CHARMING ENGLISHMEN AMONG THE CAMERA & THE LIGHTS MATHEMATICALLY WANDERED IN HIS PUB & LIVINGROOM DOING THEIR DUTY, AS TOO HE DID IT, BUT WHERE ARE THE DELIGHTS OF LONG-FOR FAME, UNLESS FAME MAKES HIM FEEL EASY? I AM COLD & WEARY, SAID HENRY, FAME MAKES ME FEEL LAZY, YET I MUST DO MY BEST. IT DOESN'T MATTER, TRULY. IT DOESN'T MATTER TRULY. IT SEEMS TO BE SOLELY A MATTER OF CONTINUING HENRY VOICING & OBSESSED. SICK AT 6 & SICK AGAIN AT 9 WAS HENRY'S GLOOMY MONDAY MORNING OH. STILL HE HAD TO LECTURE. THEY WAITED, HIS LITTLE CHILDREN, FOR STRICKEN HENRY TO RISE UP YET ONCE MORE AGAIN AND COME OH. THEY FIGURED HE WAS A FIXTURE, NUTS TO THEIR BOLTS, KEYS TO THEIR BLOODY LOCKS. ONE DAY THE WHOLE AFFAIR WILL FALL APART WITH A RUSTLE OF FIRE, A WRESTLE OF UNDOING, AS OF TOSSED CLOCKS, AND SOMEWHERE NOT FAR OFF A BROKEN HEART FOR HIRE. HE HAD SMOKED A PACK OF CIGARETTES BY 10 POOR HENRY, WITH ALL THIS GAS & SHIT BLOWING THROUGH IT FOUR TIMES IN 2 HOURS, HIS TAIL ACHED. HE AROSE, BENIGN, & PERFORMED. I HEARD SAID 'CATS THAT WALK BY THEIR WILD LONE' BUT HENRY HAD NEED OF FRIENDS. THEY DISAPPEARED SHALL I FOLLOW MY DREAM? CLOTHES DISAPPEARED IN A BACKWARD SLIDING, ZONES SHOT INTO VIEW, POCKED, EXACT & WEIRD: WHO IS WHAT HE SEEM? I WILL TELL YOU NOW A STORY ABOUT SPECK: AFTER OTHER CUTS, HE PUT THE KNIFE IN HER EYE, ONE OF THE EIGHT: HE WAS TROUBLED, MISSIONARY: AND WHITMAN OF THE TOWER MURDERED HIS WIFE & MOTHER BEFORE (MERCY-KILLINGS) HE SET OUT. NOT EVERY SHOT WENT IN. BUT MOST WENT IN: IN JUST OVER AN HOUR WITH THE TUMOR THUDDING IN HIS BRAIN HE KILLED 13, HIT 33: HIS EMPTY FATHER SAID HE TAUGHT HIM TO RESPECT GUNS (NOT PERSONS). WHILE HIS WIFE EARNED THE LIVING, RABBI HENRY STUDIED THE TORAH, WRITING COMMENTARIES MORE LIKELY TO BE BURNT THAN PRINTED. IT WAS RUMOURED THAT THEY NEEDED REVISION. SMILING, KISSING, HE BENT HIS HEAD NOT WITH 'PLEASE' BUT WITH AUSTERE REQUESTS BARELY HINTED, LIKE A DOG WITH A BONE HE WORRIED THE SACRED BOOK AND OFTEN TAUGHT ITS FRINGES. IMPERISHABLE ENTHUSIASMS. I HAVE ONLY ONE REQUEST TO MAKE OF THE LORD, THAT I MAY NO LONGER HAVE TO EARN MY LIVING AS A RABBI 'THOU SHALT NOT MAKE UNTO THEE ANY GRAVEN IMAGE' THE SAGE SAID 'I MERIT LONG LIFE IF ONLY BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER LEFT BREAD-CRUMBS LYING ON THE GROUND. WE WERE TESTED YESTERDAY & ARE SOUND, HENRY'S LADY & HENRY. IT ALL CENTERED IN THE END ON THE SUICIDE IN WHICH I AM AN EXPERT, DEEP & WIDE.' MANY'S THE DAWN SAD HENRY HAS SEEN IN, MANY'S THE SUN HAS LIT HIS SLOUCH TO SLEEP, MANY'S A SONG TO SING OR VIGIL KEEP OF THOUGHT IF YOU'RE MADE THAT WAY. AN INCANTATION COMES IN NINES: 'TAHN . . BRAY': COLLAPSING. I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS DREAM, SAID HENRY TO HIMSELF IN SLIPPERS: WHY, THINGS ARE GOING TO PIECES. THE FURIOUS BONZES SACKED VAST THE KHMER TEMPLE AND THOUGHT FLED: INTO THE JUNGLE. IT WAS THAT SIMPLE. LONG AFTER, SPREAD THE TREATISES. LEARNED & OTHERELSE, UPON THE RUINS. HOW IS IT FAITH FINDS EVER MATTERS ROUGH? MY HONEY MUST FLOW OFF IN THE GREAT RAINS, AS ALL THE PARTS THERETO DO THERETO BELONG HA, AND WE ARE PITCHED TOWARD THE LAST LOVE, THE LAST DREAM, THE LAST SONG. HENRY, MOOT, GRUNTED. LIKE A LILY OF THE VALLEY HE DANGLED IN THE BREEZE OF DREADFUL THOUGHT. LOOK FOR THE WORST! WE CAME TOWARD THE WORLD, DID WE NOT, ACCURSED, AS WITNESS CRIMES, BUT SOME CRAVED OUT OF THAT LIKE A CALCUTTA ALLEY. GROPE FOR THE CAUSE. THAT WON'T BE FAR AWAY. THE SECRETARY OF THE INTERIOR MAY DOG IT FROM HIS GRASP, OR WE ARE DIVIDED TOGETHER FOR THE DAY AND ALL THE SOME WHO HAVE TO SAY TO ME ARE COMFORTABLY ESTABLISHED, SEE? THERE HAPPENED TO OCCUR A ROAR IN THE SUCTIONS WHICH ROLLED OFF THE ATMOSPHERE, SO WE ALL GASPED. WE DO NOT KNOW. PERHAPS IT'S AS WELL THE ATMOSPHERE ROLLED AWAY: THINK DUTCH OF THE PROBLEMS THAT WOULD SOLVE INCLUDING OURS. ON WHICH HAVE SAT SO MANY DISTINGUISHED FRIENDS, OLD LEATHER CHAIR, TAKE REST. YOUR GUTS ARE SHOWING. GREEN GRIEVES THE PRINCE OVER HIS GIRL FORGONE IN THE MISTS OF THE HEBREW & THE IRISH PAST IN THE MISTS OF THE AMERICAN PAST I SEE HIM VISIT HER, RIDING PAST AT DAWN TO WATCH HER SILVER HAIR IN A TURRET HIGH WHY DID HE LEAVE HER? GRUMBLED TO HIMSELF UPON THIS GROUND THE RABBI MONTHS. THE KNOWING BOOKS OPENED THEMSELVES IN VAIN. MY LORD OF ESSEX KNEW. SOME QUIRK OF BAFFLED PRIDE LED TO A DEATH DUE, OLD MEN FAIL TO FOLLOW EITHER THE PAIN-- WHY DID HE LEAVE HER?-- COLD AS A TOAD LAY SUDDENLY HALF THEIR LOVE AND RODE HE BY NO MORE. CELTIC HENRY GROANED WITH HIS SHOULDER TO THE DOOR WHICH NEVER WILL CLOSE AGAIN, NOR OPEN ENOUGH-- WHY DID HE LEAVE HER? HENRY IS VANISHING. IN THE FIRST OF DAWN HE FAILS A LITTLE, WHICH HE FIGURED ON. HENRY BROODS & RECEDES. LIKE THE GREAT WALT, COME FIND HIM ON HIS WAY SOMEWHERE. I HEAR THUNDER IN STILLNESS. SHE WAS A GOOD LAY. TERROR ON HENRY FEEDS BEGINNING WITH HIS KNEES. I SAW HIS POINT, REMAINS MUCH, PROBABLY, BUT NOT ENOUGH. WHEN THE GOING GOT ROUGH ELSEWHERE IN THE WORLD LAY HELEN ASLEEP WITH HER SECRETS, THE POOR MAN IS COMING TO PIECES JOINT BY JOINT. DOES IT ADVANTAGE HIM, WEAK WITH VIOLENT EFFORT, RICKETY, ON THE STAIRS IT'S A RACE WITH TIME & THAT IS ALL IT IS, ALMOST, GIVEN THE CONDITIONS & THE FACELESS MONSTERS OF THE SOVIET UNIONS THE SHADOWS, UNDER THE TOWER, IN THE MOST BRILLIANT SUN WILL GET US NOWHERE TOO. ONE WAS DOWN ON THE MASS. ONE ON THE MASSES. BOTH GREW HENRY. WHAT CAUSE SHALL HE CRY DOWN THE DEAD OF MINNESOTA WINTER WITHOUT A SINGULAR FOLLOWER NEARBY AMONG WHO SEEM TO LIVE ENTIRELY ON PASSES ESPOUSE FOR HIM OR HIS PRINTER? WHO GAINS HIS HOUSING, HEAT, FOOD, ALCOHOL HIMSELF & FOR HIS SPOUSE & BROOD, BARELY. NUDE HE DANCED IN HIS SNOW WAKING PERSPIRING. HE'D'VE RUN OFF TO SEA (BUT FOR HIS STUDIES CAREFUL OF THE FALL) TWENTY-ODD YEARS AGO. DULY HE DOES HIS NEEDFUL LITTLE THEN WITH A CHEST OF ICE, A HEAD TIPPING WITH PAIN. THAT PERHAPS IS HIS PROGRAMME, CAUSE: HENRY FOR HENRY IN HIS MAIN: HE'LL PUSH IT: DOWN WITH ANYTHING BOSTONIAN: EVEN GOD HOWLED 'I AM'. THE ANIMAL MOMENT, WHEN HE SORTED OUT HER TAIL IN A RUMP SESSION WITH THE VIVID HOSTESS WHOSE GUESTS HAD FINALLY GONE, WAS STRONGER, THOUGH SO LIMITED, THOUGH FAILED AND HENRY GAVE IN. I'D LIKE TO HAVE YOUR BABY, BUT, SHE MOANED, I'M MARRIED. HENRY MUTTERED TO HIMSELF SO AM I AND WAS GLAD TO KEEP CHASTE. IF THIS LADY HE HAD HAD SCARCELY COULD HE HAVE HAVE EVER FORGIVEN HIMSELF AND HOW WOULD HE HAVE ATONED? --MR BONES, YOU STRONG ON MORAL THESE DAYS, HEY? IT'S GOOD TO BE FAITHFUL BUT IT AIN'T NATURAL, AS YOU KNOWS. --I KNEW WHAT I KNEW WHEN I KNEW WHEN I WAS ASTRAY, ALL THOSE BRIGHT PAINFUL YEARS, FORGIVING ALL BUT WHEN HENRY & HIS WIVES CAME TO BLOWS. --THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT, MR BONES. SOME LADY YOU MAKE. HONOUR THE BURNT CORK, BE A VAUDEVILLE MAN, I'LL SING YOU NOW A SONG THE LIKE OF WHICH MAY BRING YOUR HEART TO BREAK: HE'S GONE! AND WE DON'T KNOW WHERE. WHEN HE BEGAN TAKING THE PISTOL OUT & ALONG, YOU WAS JUST A LITTLE; BUT GROSS FEARS ACCOMPANIED US ALONG THE BEACHES, PAL. MY MOTHER WAS SCARED ALMOST TO DEATH. HE WAS GOING TO SWIN OUT, WITH ME, FOREVERS, AND A SWIMMER STRONG HE WAS IN THE PHOSPHORESCENT GULF, BUT HE DECIDED ON LEAD. THAT MAD DRIVE WIPED OUT MY CHILDHOOD. I PUT HIM DOWN WHILE ALL THE SAME ON FORTY YEARS I LOVE HIM STASHED IN OKLAHOMA BESIDES HIS BROTHER WILL. BITE THE NERVE OF THE TOWN FOR ANYONE SO DESPERATE. I REPEAT: I LOVE HIM UNTIL I FALL INTO COMA. MY ORDERLY TENDER HAVING TOO A GENTLE FACE WANTS TO BE A TRAPPIST BUT NOT TO PRAY: THIS CONVERT LOST HIS FAITH. AND DOUROUCOULIS OUT FROM THEIR NESTING PLACE PEER WITH GIANT EYES, LIKE LOST SOULS, SAY: BUT THE WHOLE FAULT ENDS WITH DEATH. HENRY WAS ALMOST CLEAR ON THIS SUBJECT, DYING AS ALL WE ALL ARE DYING: DEATH GREW TALL UP HENRY AS A CHILD: THE TRUTHS THAT ARE REVEALED HE IS NOT BUYING: HE FEELS HIS DEATH TUGGING WITHIN HIM, WILD TO SLIDE LOOSE & TO FALL: LIKE THE IRON PEAR WHICH RAMMED INTO HIS MOUTH SWELLS UP TO FOUR TIMES ORDINARY SIZE LIKE THE FIGURE IN A FOREST ENCOUNTERED, UNCOUTH: THE OXYGEN TENT: THE CONSOLATION PRIZE: LIKE THE GREEN PEARS WHICH RIPEN. SORROW FOLLOWS AN EVIL THOUGHT, FOR THE TIME BEING ONLY. ALSO I LOVE HIM: ME HE'S DONE NO WRONG FOR GOING ON FORTY YEARS--FORGIVENESS TIME-- I TOUCH NOW HIS DESPAIR, HE FELT AS BAD AS WHITMAN ON HIS TOWER BUT HE DID NOT SWIM OUT WITH ME OR MY BROTHER AS HE TREATENED-- A POWERFUL SWIMMER, TO TAKE ONE OF US ALONG AS COMPANY IN THE DEFEAT SUBLIME, FREEZING MY HELPLESS MOTHER: HE ONLY, VERY EARLY IN THE MORNING, ROSE WITH HIS GUN AND WENT OUTDOORS BY MY WINDOW AND DID WHAT WAS NEEDED. I CANNOT READ THAT WRETCHED MIND, SO STRONG & SO UNDONE. I'VE ALWAYS TRIED. I--I'M TRYING TO FORGIVE WHOSE FRANTIC PASSAGE, WHEN HE COULD NOT LIVE AN INSTANT LONGER, IN THE SUMMER DAWN LEFT HENRY TO LIVE ON. THESE LOVELY MOTIONS OF THE AIR, THE BREEZE, TELL ME I'M NOT IN HELL, THOUGH ROUND ME THE DEAD LIE IN THEIR LIMP POSTURES DRAMATIZING THE DREADFUL WORD INSTEAD FOR LIVELY HENRY, FIT FOR DEBAUCHERIES AND BIRD-OF-PARADISE VESTURES ONLY HIS HEART IS ELSEWHERE, DOWN WITH THEM & DOWN WITH DELMORE SPECIALLY, THE NEW GHOST HAUNTING HENRY MOST: THOUGH FIERCE THE CLAIMS OF OTHERS, COIMEDELA CRIME CAME THE HEBREW SPECTRE, ON A NOTE OF WOE AND JOIN ME O. 'DOWN WITH THEM ALL!' HENRY SUDDENLY CRIED. THEIR DEATHS WERE THEIRS. I WAIT ON FOR MY OWN, I DARE SAY IT WON'T BE LONG. I HAVE TRIED TO BE THEM, GOD KNOWS I HAVE TRIED, BUT THEY ARE PAST IT ALL, I HAVE NOT DONE, WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE END OF THIS SONG. HENRY'S MIND GREW BLACKER THE MORE HE THOUGHT. HE LOOKED ONTO THE WORLD LIKE THE ACT OF AN AGED WHORE. DELMORE, DELMORE. HE FLUNG TO PIECES AND THEY HIT THE FLOOR. NOTHING WAS TRUE BUT WHAT MARCUS AURELIUS TAUGHT, HE LOOKT ON THE WORLD LIKE THE LEAVINGS OF A HAG. ALMOST HIS LOVE DIED FROM HIM, ANY MORE. HIS MOTHER & WILLIAM WERE VIVID IN THE SAME MAIL DELMORE DIED. THE WORLD IS LUNATIC. THIS IS THE LAST RIDE. DELMORE, DELMORE. HIGH IN THE SUMMER BRANCHES THE POET SANG. HIS THROAT ACHED, AND HE COULD SING NO MORE. ALL EARS CLOSED ACROSS THE HEIGHTS WHERE DELMORE & GERTRUDE SPRANG SO LONG AGO, IN THE GOODNESS OF WHICH IT WAS COMPOSED. DELMORE, DELMORE! HIS HOURS OF THOUGHT GREW LONGER, HIS STUDY LESS, THE DATA (HE DECIDED) WERE ABUNDANTLY HIS, OR IF NOT, NEVER. HE CALLED ON OLD CODES OR NEW APPERCEPTIONS, HE FOUGHT OFF AN ANXIETY ATTACK AS THE LORD DID NATIONS, WITH BRUTAL COMMITMENTS, NOT CLEVER. ALMOST HE LOST INTEREST IN THE 14 BOOKS PART-DONE IN FAVOUR OF INSIGHTS FRESH, A LAZINESS IN THE SUN, RAPID SKETCHINGS, A VIOLENT LEVEL ON THE DROP OF FRIENDSHIP, 'I AM PICKT UP & SORTED TO A PIP,' SLEEPLESS, WATCHING. GRAVEDIGGERS ALL BUSY, JELLY, LOOK WHAT YOU DONE DONE THERE DIED OF LATE A GREAT CAT, A REAL BOSS CAT FALLEN FROM HIS PRIME I'M SORRY FOR THOSE COMING, I'M SORRY FOR EVERYONE AT LEAST MY FRIEND IS RID OF THAT FOR THE PRESENT SPACE-TIME. THIS WORLD IS GRADUALLY BECOMING A PLACE WHERE I DO NOT CARE TO BE ANY MORE. CAN DELMORE DIE? I DON'T SUPPOSE IN ALL THEM YEARS A DAY WENT EVER BY WITHOUT A LOVING THOUGHT FOR HIM. WELLADAY. IN THE BRIGHTNESS OF HIS PROMISE, UNSTAINED, I SAW HIM THRO' THE MIST OF THE ACTUAL BLAZING WITH INSIGHT, WARM WITH GOSSIP THRO' ALL OUR HAVARD YEARS WHEN BOTH OF US WERE JUST BECOMING KNOWN I GOT HIM OUT OF A POLICE-STATION ONCE, IN WASHINGTON, THE WORD IS TREF AND GRIEF TOO ASTRAY FOR TEARS. I IMAGINE YOU HAVE HEARD THE TERRIBLE NEWS, THAT DELMORE SCHWARTZ IS DEAD, MISERABLE & ALONE, 'I AM THE BROOKLYN POET DELMORE SCHWARTZ HARMS & THE CHILD I SING, TWO PARENTS' TORTS' WHEN HE WAS YOUNG & GIFT-STRONG. HE HAD FOLLOWERS BUT THEY COULD NOT FIND HIM; FRIENDS BUT THEY COULD NOT FIND HIM. HE HID HIS GIFT IN THE CENTER OF MANHATTAN, WITHOUT A GIRL, IN CHEAP HOTELS, SO DISTURBED ON THE STREET FRIENDS AVOIDED HIM WHERE DID HE COME BY HIS LIFT WHICH ALL WE MUST OR WE WOULD RAPIDLY DIE: DID HE REMEMBER THE MORE BEAUTIFUL & FRESH POEMS OF EARLY MANHOOD NOW? OR DID HIS SUBTLE & STRICT STANDARDS ALLOW THEM NOTHING, BAFFLED? WHAT THEN DID SELF-LOVE SHOW OF THE WEAKER LATER, SOMEHOW? I'D BLEED TO SAY HIS LOVELY WORK IMPROVED BUT IT IS NOT SO. HE PAINFULLY REMOVED HIMSELF FROM THE ORDINARY CONTACTS AND SHOOK WITH RESENTMENT. WHAT FINAL THOUGHT SOLACED HIS FALL TO THE HOTEL CARPET, IF ANY, & THE NEW YORK TIME'S FACTS? BITTER & BLEARY OVER DELMORE'S DYING: HIS DEATH STOPPED CLOCKS, LET NO ACTIVITY MAR OUR HARRAH OF MOURNING, LET'S ALL BE JEWS BEREFT, FOR HE WAS ONE HE DIED TOO SOON,HE LIKED 'AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS' HIS DEATH CLOUDED THE GROVE I NEED TO HURRY THIS OUT BEFORE I FORGET WHICH I WILL NEVER HE FELL ON THE FLOOR OUTSIDE A CHEAP HOTEL-ROOM MY TEARDUCTS ARE WORN OUT, THE AMBULANCE CAME AND THERE ON THE WAY HE DIED HE WAS 'SMART & KIND,' A CHILD'S EPITAPH. HE HAD NO CHILDREN, NOBODY TO STAND BY IN THE AWFUL YEARS OF THE FAILURE OF HIS ADMINISTRATION HE WAS TORTURED, BEYOND WHAT MAN MIGHT BE SICK & HEARTBROKEN HENRY SANK TO HIS KNEES DELMORE IS DEAD. HIS GOOD BODY LAY UNCLAIMED THREE DAYS. I BID YOU THEN A RAGGEDER FAREWELL THAN AT ANY TIME MY GRIEF WOULD HAVE DESIRED, YOU TAKE SECRETS WITH YOU, SUDDEN APPEARANCES, AND WORSE TO TELL, VANISHINGS. YOU SAID 'MY HEAD'S ON FIRE' MEANING INSPIRED O SO LONG AGO WE WERE ALMOST ANONYMOUS WAITING FOR FAME TO DESCEND WITH A SCARLET MANTLE & TELL US WHO WE WERE. YOUNG POETS ARE RIDICULOUS, AND RARE LIKE A MAN DEATH-WOUNDED ON THE MEND. THERE'S A MEMORIAL TODAY AT N.Y.U., YOUR LAST APPEARANCE, OLD HEROIC FRIEND. I HOPE THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY AND THE REMARKS RADISH-CRISP BEFITTING YOU TO ALLAY THE HORROR OF YOUR LONELY END, APPEASE, A LITTLE, SORROW & PITY. I'M CROSS WITH GOD WHO HAS WRECKED THIS GENERATION. FIRST HE SEIZED TED, THEN RICHARD, RANDALL, AND NOW DELMORE. IN BETWEEN HE GORGED ON SYLVIA PLATH. THAT WAS A FIRST RATE HAUL. HE LEFT ALIVE FOOLS I COULD NUMBER LIKE A KITCHEN KNIFE BUT LOWELL HE DID NOT TOUCH. SOMEWHERE THE ENTERPRISE CONTINUES, NOT-- YELLOW THE SUN LIES ON THE BABY'S BLOUSE-- IN HENRY'S STAGGERED THOUGHT. I SUPPOSE THE WORD WOULD BE, WE MUST SUBMIT. LATER. I HANG, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF IT. A FRIEND OF HENRY'S CONTRASTED GOD'S CAREER WITH MOZART'S, LEAVING HENRY WITH NOTHING TO SAY BUT PRAISE FOR A WORD SO APT. WE SUFFER ON, A DAY, A DAY, A DAY. AND NEVER AGAIN CAN COME, LIKE A MAN SLAPPED. NEWS LIKE THIS FLAGRANT HIS YOUNG MALE BEAUTY, THICK HIS MIND WITH LORE AND PASSIONATE, WHITE HIS DEVOTION TO GERTRUDE ONLY, BUT EVEN THAT MARRIAGE FELL ON DAYS WERE LONELY AND ENDED, AND THE TROUBLE WITH FRIENDS GOT INTO MOTION, WHEN DELMORE UNDERMINED HIS CLOSEST LOVES WITH MERCILESS SUSPICION: DWIGHT CHEATED HIM OUT OF A HOUSE, SAUL WITHHELD MONEY, AND THEN TO CAP IT ALL, HENRY WAS NOT HERE IN '57 DURING HIS TROUBLES (HENRY WAS IN ASIA), ACCUSATIONS TO APPALL THE LOYAL FOREVER, BUT THE DEMANDS INCREAST: AS I SAID TO MY HOUSE IN PROVIDENCE AT 8 A.M. IN A CAMBRIDGE TAXI, WHICH HE HAD WAIT, LATER HE TELEPHONED AT MIDNIGHT FROM NEW YORK, TO BRING MY FAMILY ALL YOUR BILLS WILL BE PAID, HE ADDED, TENSE. I CAN'T GET HIM OUT OF MY MIND, OUT OF MY MIND, HE WAS OUT OF HIS OWN MIND FOR YEARS, IN POLICE STATIONS & BELLEVUE. HE DROVE UP TO MY HOUSE IN PROVIDENCE HO HO AT 8 A.M. IN A CAMBRIDGE TAXI AND TOLD IT TO WAIT. HE WALKED MY LIVING-ROOM, & DID NOT WANT BREAKFAST OR EVEN COFFEE, OR EVEN EVEN A DRINK. HE PACED, I'D SAY SIT DOWN, IT MAKES ME NERVOUS, FOR A MOMENT HE'D SIT DOWN, THEN PACE. AFTER AN HOUR OR SO I HAD A DRINK. HE TOOK IT BACK TO CAMBRIDGE, WE NEVER LEARNT WHY HE CAME, OR WHAT HE WANTED. HIS MISSION WAS OBSCURE. HIS MISSION WAS REAL, BUT OBSCURE. I REMEMBER HIS ELECTRICAL INSIGHT AS THE YOUNG MAN, HIS WIT & PASSION, GIFT, THE WHOLE YOUNG MAN ALIVE WITH SURPLUS LOVE. I GIVE IN. I MUST NOT LEAVE THE SCENE OF THIS SAME DEATH AS MOST OF ME STRAINS TO. THERE ARE ALL THE PROBLEMS TO BE SORTED OUT, THE FATE OF THE SOUL, WHAT IT WAS ALL ABOUT DURING ITS BEING, AND WHETHER HE WAS DRUNK AT 4 A.M. ON THE WRONG FLOOR TOO FIGHTING FOR AIR, TEARING HIS SORRY CLOTHES WITH HIS VISIONS DYING O AND O I MOURN AGAIN THIS COMPLEX DEATH ALMOST MY OLDEST FRIEND SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN BORN TO THIS TERRIBLE END, OUT OF WHICH WHAT GROWS BUT AN UNSHAVEN, DISSHEVELED CORPSE? THE SPIRIT & THE JOY, IN MEMORY LIVE OF HIM ON, THE YOUNG WILL READ HIS YOUNG VERSE FOR AS LONG AS SUCH THINGS GO: WHY THEN DO I DESPAIR, MISERABLE HENRY WHO KNEW HIM ALL SO LONG, FOR BETTER & WORSE AND NEARLY WOULD FOLLOW HIM BELOW. TEN SONGS, ONE SOLID BLOCK OF AGONY, I WROTE FOR HIM, AND THEN I WROTE NO MORE. HIS SAD GHOST MUST ASPIRE FREE OF MY LOVE TO ITS OWN POST, THAT GHOST, AMONG ITS FELLOWS, MOZART'S, BACH'S, DELMORE'S FREE OF ITS CAREFUL BODY HIGH IN THE SHADES WHICH LINE THAT AVENUE WHERE I WILL GLADLY WALK, BELOVED OF ONE, HIS WORK DOWNHILL, I DON'T CONCEAL FROM YOU, RAN AND RAN OUT. THE BRAIN SHOOK AS IF STUNNED, I HOPE HE'S OVER THAT, FLAME MAY HIS GLORY IN THAT OTHER PLACE, FOR HE WAS FOND OF FAME, DEVOTED TO IT, AND EVERY FIRST-RATE SOUL HAS SACRIFICES WHICH IT PUTS IN PLAY, I HOPE HE'S SITTING WITH HIS PEERS: SIT, SIT, & RECOVER & BE WHOLE. BEING ALMOST READY NOW TO SAY GOODBYE, MY THOUGHT LIMPS AFTER YOU. I RING YOU UP, I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TOMORROW, WITH GASHED IN ME WITH YOU, I AM I GORED WITH YOUR LEAVING, FOR THE 18TH STOP, THIS STOP IS CONGRATULATION & SORROW, YOU'LL PAY HIGH RENT & WHIZZ. BLESSINGS ON YOU THE ALMOST ONLY SURVIVING JEWESS & JEW SINCE DELMORE'S DREADFUL DEATH WHO HAD NO CHILD IN BITTER EARLY AGE TO TURN HIM LIKE A STORY, PAGE ON PAGE, UNTIL IT WEARIETH AND THEN THE CHILD MUST OUTGO ON ITS OWN: OUTGO! MY PARTING FAREWELL ON YOUR SONS WHO WILL NOT REPLACE YOU YET: YOU ARE BOTH YOUNG & OLD, FRESH & WORN, TORN BUT LOVING AS I WAS IN SAN FRANCISCO ONCE AND NOW YOU HAVE THAT BIT. PANIC & SHOCK, TOGETHER. THEY ARE ALL GOING AWAY. HENRY TOOK DOWN HIS BLACK FOUR-IN-HAND & HIS BLACK BOWTIE AND PUT AWAY ALL OTHER TIES. IT IS A PLEASANT SUNDAY SUMMER AFTERNOON, I HAVE BEEN SICK FIVE TIMES. CAN I GO ON? I AM A HALF-CLOSED BOOK. EXALTED FIGURES PASSED BEFORE HENRY'S EYES, PASSED & WITHDREW. RETAINING HIS FACULTIES BARELY, HIS TRAJECTORY, HIS HEART STILL BEATING IN HIS EMPTY BREAST, HE HOLLOW-HEARTED WAVED TO THEM GOING BY & OUT OF SIGHT. I FEEL A FINAL CHILL. THIS IS COLD SWEAT THAT WILL NOT LEAVE ME NOW. MAYBE IT'S TIME TO THROW IN MY OWN HAND. BUT THERE ARE SECRETS, SECRETS, I MAY YET-- HIDDEN IN HISTORY & THEOLOGY, HIDDEN IN RHYME-- COME ON TO UNDERSTAND. HALFWAY TO DEATH, FROM HIS YOUNG YEARS, HE FAILED THE USUAL VALUE. THE HEAT OF THE CHASE YIELDED TO EASE & PALED MIDDAY WHICH ONCE HE COULD NOT HAVE ENOUGH OF, AFFECTIONS OLD TO NEW MUCH HE PREFERRED, WITH ONE OR TWO EXCEPTIONS WHICH MADE UP THE EXISTENTIAL DIFFERENCE O AND ON THESE HE BANKED, AMY & VALERIE HOTTED UP HIS MAIL WHICH OTHERWISE WAS DIGNIFIED & STALE REQUESTS, TO WHICH HE CRANKED ANSWERS DUE, MOSTLY TOO LATE, WITH SLIPPERS ON, 'THANKS FOR THE HONOUR IMPLIED' CHIEFLY HE BEGAN & LET THE REST DICTATE INDIFFERENTLY ITSELF: 'BUT I DECLINE' ETC. WHEREAS HE RAGED BRIGHT ORANGE IN A PINE IF HIS YOUNG LADIES WERE LATE. DRAW ON YOUR RESOURCES. DRAW ON YOUR RESOURCES. IT'S NOT CLEAR IF I CAN. IN A FRENCH TOWN AUTUN WHERE THE GRAND CATHEDRAL STANDS, HENRY'S MENTAL GOWN AMAZED THE RESIDENTS, AND HIS MENTAL FORCES EXCEEDED VERDUN. BUT HE WAS NOT UP TO THAT ANCIENT SCULPTURE; COLD & UNEASY WITNESSED HE THEM SCENES: THE FIGURES PUT HIM DOWN. THE FIGURES FIGURE WHAT THE LOST SOUL MEANS, SO LONG AGO, IN AN ACRE OF SEPULTURE INSISTING ON THE VERB, NOT THE NOUN. I WANTED SO TO GO TO THE WINDWARD ISLANDS, AND I WILL NEVER MAKE IT, STUCK IN THIS FRENCH VAULTING CATHEDRAL THOUGHT. WE'VE BEEN HERE LONG, LONG, LOWLANDS & HIGHLANDS BUT NOT AS THEY HAVE. DRAW ON YOUR MERE MENSCH FOR THE BENEFITS WE SOUGHT. HENRY SHUDDERED: A WAR WHICH WAS NO WAR, THE ENEMY WAS NOT OUR ENEMY BUT THEIRS WHOEVER THEY ARE AND THE TREATY-END THAT MIGHT CONCLUDE IT MORE UNIMAGINABLE THAN ALICE'S THIRD VOLUME-EEE-- AND SOMEHOW OUR POLICY BARE IN EIGHTEEN COSTUMES KEPT US UNAWARE THAT WE WERE KILLING ASIATICS, DAILY, WITH THE DISGUSTING NUMBERS GIVEN ON MY FRONT PAGE, AT WHICH, MY LOVE, I STARE. BETTER WOULD BE A DEFINITE WAR WITH THE DRAGON, TAUGHT TO HATE US WHOLLY. BETTER THAN THE BUDDHISTS SELF-INCINERATED NEAR EIGHTEEN CHINESE CITIES. THAT WOULD MAKE THEM THINK: AS WE HAVE STATED, AN END TO AGGRESSION WILL OPEN UP NEW MARKETS AND OTHER QUARTER-LIES. STOMACH & ARM, STOMACH & ARM HENRY ENDURED LIKE A PAIN-FARM. NINE O'CLOCK, TEN. HE WORKT ALL DAY & THEN HE WORKT ALL NIGHT AND NOTHING THAT HE MADE WOULD TOT OUT RIGHT AGAIN. THE LUST-QUEST SEEMS IN THIS CASE TO BE OVER: HENRY EXCEPT FOR AMY HAS NO LOVER, AMY IN A DISTANT CITY WHICH FIERCE MIGHT BE REGARDED AS A PITY ONLY THAT HENRY'S NOW RESPECTABLE, A HOUSEHOLDER, CHILD & ALL. TODAY'S THANKSGIVING; THAT IS, SUMMING UP THAT WHICH ONE BEARS MORE STEADILY THAN ELSE AND THE ODD DEFINITE GOOD. I DO THIS THRICE A YEAR; THAT IS, I GROPE A FEW SORE HOURS AMONG MY ACTUALS FOR EVIDENCE OF KNIGHTHOOD. THREE LIMBS, THREE SEASONS SMASHED; WELL, ONE TO GO. HENRY FELL SMILING THROUGH THE AIR BELOW AND THROUGH THE AIR ABOVE, THE MIDDLE AIR AS WELL DID HE NOT NEGLECT BUT CAREFULLY IN ALL THESE AIRS WAS WRECKED WHICH HE GOT TRULY TIRED OF. HIS FRIENDS ALAS WENT ALL ABOUT THEIR WAYS INTACT. COULDN'T WILLIAM BREAK AT LEAST A COLLAR-BONE? O WORLD SO ILL ARRANGED! HENRY HOLDS IN ADDITION PHARMACIES FOR ALL HIS OTHER ILLS, PILLS OF HIS OWN WHICH FREQUENTLY GET CHANGED AS HIS DESPAIRING DOCTORS CHANGE THEIR MINDS ABOUT WHAT MUST BE BEST FOR WILFUL HENRY. THERE SEEMS TO FIRM NO ANSWER SAVE FROM THE SEXTON IN THE PLACE THAT BLINDS & STONES AND DOES NOT HURT: HENRY SPRINGS YOUTHFULLY IN HIS SIX-BY-TWO LIKE A DANCER. AN ORANGE MOON UPON A PLACID SEA GLISTENED FOR CRIMINAL HENRY'S FIERY ARM FRACTURED IN THE HUMERUS: NO JOKE TO HENRY, NOTHING HUMOROUS ABOUT HIS BROKEN, HE LOVED EMPTILY THE REST OF HIS BODY, WARM BUT NOT TOO WARM, LIKE THIS DELINQUENT MEMBER. HIS FINGERS WIGGLE, WIGGLE TOO HIS TOES HE FOUND HIMSELF OKAY, SAVE FOR DISPERSINGS OF PAIN ACROSS HIS GROSS SHAFT, HARD AS BLOWS THAT IN DEEP WOODS FELL TIMBER. O PROSTRATE BODY, BUSY WITH YOUR BREAK, FALSE TISSUE FORMING, STRIVING TO RECOVER, WHEN WILL YOU MAKE DO LIKE THE MOON COLD ON A PLACID SEA, WITH THREE LIMBS, TAKE THE OTHER FOR A CRUISE, LIKE AN ELDERLY LOVER NOT EXPECTING MUCH. I HAVE STRAINED EVERYTHING EXCEPT MY EARS, HE MARVELLED TO HIMSELF: AND THEY'RE TOO DULL-- OWING TO ONE CHILDHOOD ILLNESS-- OUTWARD, FOR STRAIN; INWARD, TOO SMOOTH & FIERCE FOR PAINFUL STRAIN AS BACK AT THE ONSET, YES WHEN HENRY KEEN & VIABLE BEGAN TO POKE HIS HEAD FROM VENUS' FOAM TOWARD THE GRAND SHORE, WHERE ALL THEM EARS WOULD BE IF ANY. THUS HIS ART STARTED. THUS HE RAN FROM HOME TOWARD HOME, FORSAKING TOO WITHAL HIS MOTHER IN THE ALMOST UNBEARABLE SMOTHER. HE STRAINED HIS EYES, HIS BRAIN, HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM, FOR A BEGINNING; CRACKED AN ANKLE & ARM; IT CANNOT WELL BE DENIED THAT NEARLY ALL THE REST OF HIM CAME TO HARM TOO . . . ONLY HIS EARS SAT WITH HIS THEME IN THE SPLICES OF HIS PRIDE. HIS MAIL IS BRIMMING WITH FOUNDATION REPORTS AND WITH THE LATE INACTION OF THE COURTS IN HIS CASE, AND HIS INSURANCE FIRMS ARE RICH WITH INFO ENIGMATIC AND STUFF STRANGER STILL FROM HIS MAIN BANK IS HERE TO HAND, THE WASHINGTON POST IS ALL ABOUT GERMS, AND HE AND SHE WANT THIS AND THAT--CHRIST GOD, IT'S GROWING HARD TO GET UP IN THE MORNING PARTICULARLY SINCE OUR POSTAL SERVICE-- I HEAR TOGO'S IS BETTER: COULDN'T WE PROD THAT CABINET JERK SAY INTO RESEMBLING LONDON OR PARIS ALMOST A HUNDRED YEARS AGO OR THE TOWN IN OKIE-LAND WHEN I WAS YOUNG-- THREE AND FOUR DELIVERIES A DAY!-- NOW GIVES ME, TOWARD NOON, ONE. AND I DOTE ON MY MAIL: I NEED ITS BUNG: AND THE POSTMAN MAY INDEED FOLLOW THE MOON AND THE SUN AND GOD HAS MANY OTHER SURPRISES, LIKE WHEN THE MAN YOU FEAR MOST IN THE WORLD MARRIES YOUR MOTHER AND CHILLING OTHER, MEN FROM FAR TRIBES ARMED IN THE DARK, THE DIKE- HOLE, THE SUDDEN GASH OF AN OLD FRIEND'S BETRAYAL, WORDS OUT THAT LEAVE ONE PALE, MILK & HONEY IN THE OLD HOUSE, MOUTH GONE BAD, THE CARESS THAT FELT FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A BLOW, SCREAMS OF FEAR EYELESS, WIDE-EYED LOSS, HELLISH VAUDEVILLE TURNS, PROMISES HAD & PROMISES FORGOTTEN HERE BELOW, THE FINAL WOUND OF THE CROSS. I HAVE A STORY TO TELL YOU WHICH IS THE WORST STORY TO TELL THAT EVER ONCE I HEARD. WHAT THICKENS MY TONGUE? AND HAS ME BY THE THROAT? I GASP ACCURSED EVEN FOR THE THOUGHT OF UTTERING THAT WORD. I PASS TO THE NEXT SONG: BOOKS DRUGS RAZOR WHISKY SHIRTS HENRY LIES READY FOR HIS EASTERN TOUR, SWOLLEN ANKLES, ONE HAND, AIR RESERVATIONS, FRIENDS AT THE END OF THE HURTS, A WINTER MIND RESIGNED: LITERATURE MUST SPREAD, YOU UNDERSTAND, THERE'S ALSO THE DOUGH, TO HELP OUT VEITNAM. HA HA, NO NECKTIES, BECAUSE OF THE SLING OR IS THE ARM THAT WELL FOR NECKTIES? IT'S DOING WHAT MUST BE DONE, HELPING THEM KILL EACH OTHER; THAT'S THE THING; AND KEEPING UP APPEARANCES TILL ONE MIRACLE OF ONE RECOVERED ARM OCCURS, WHEN HENRY, WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT, CAN SCRATCH HIS BAFFLED HEAD IN PUBLIC OR ALONE WITH EITHER. WARM SHOULD EVERYBODY MOUTH A LAWLESS TIT AT SAY THIRTY-THREE INSTEAD. --I CAN'T READ ANY MORE OF THIS RICH CRITICAL PROSE, HE GROWLED, BROKE WIND, AND SCRATCHED HIMSELF & LEFT THAT FRAGRANT AREA. WHEN THE MIND DIES IT EXUDES RICH CRITICAL PROSE, ESPECIALLY ABOUT HENRY, PARTICULARLY IN SPANISH, AND SENDS IT TO HIM FROM MADRID, LONDON, NEW YORK. NOW BACK ON DOWN, BOYS; DON'T EXPRESSED YOURSELF, BEGGED FOR THEIR OWN SAKE SYMPATHETIC HENRY, AND ALSO HIS MEMORY, LEST THEY MIGHT STRAIN THEIRSELVES, TO ALTER THE BEST ANECDOTE THAT EVEN HE EVER INVENTED. LET THE MAIL DEMAIN CONTAIN NO PRO'S OR CON'S, OR PHOTOGRAPHS OR PROSE OR SHARP TRANSLATIONS. LET ONE-ARMED HENRY BE. A SOLITAIRE OF ENGLISH, FREE OF DONS & JOURNALISTS, KEEPING TRYING IN ONE OR TWO NATIONS TO PUT HIS BOAT BACK TO SEA. GO, ILL-SPED BOOK, AND WHISPER TO HER OR STORM OUT THE MESSAGE FOR HER ONLY EAR THAT SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. MENTION SUNSETS, BE NOT SILENT OF HER EYES AND MOUTH AND OTHER PROSPECTS, PRAISE HER SIZE, SAY HER FIGURE IS FULL. SAY HER SMALL FIGURE IS HEAVENLY & FULL, SO AS STUNNED HENRY YATTERS LIKE A FOOL & MAKETH LITTLE SENSE. SAY SHE IS SOFT IN SPEECH, STATELY IN WALKING, MODEST AT GATHERINGS, AND IN EVERY THING DECLARE HER EXCELLENCE. FORGET NOT, WHEN THE REST IS WHOLLY DONE AND ALL HER SPLENDOURS OPENED ONE BY ONE TO ADD THAT SHE LIKES HENRY, FOR REASONS UNKNOWN, AND FATE HAS BOUND THEM FAST ONE TO ANOTHER IN LINKAGES THAT LAST AND THAT ARE FAIR TO SEE. YOUR FACE BROODS FROM MY TABLE, SUICIDE. YOUR FORCE CAME ON LIKE A TORRENT TOWARD THE END OF AGONY AND WRATH. YOU WERE CHRISTENED IN THE BEGINNING SYLVIA PLATH AND CHANGED THAT NAME FOR MRS HUGHES AND BRED AND WENT ON ROUND THE BEND TILL THE OVEN SEEMED THE PROPER PLACE FOR YOU. I BROOD UPON YOUR FACE, THE GEOGRAPHY OF GRIEF, HOODED, TILL I ALLOW AGAIN YOUR RESIGNATION FROM US NOW THOUGH THE SCREAMS OF ORPHANED CHILDREN FIX NE ANEW. YOUR TORMENT HERE WAS BRIEF, LONG FALLS YOUR EXIT ALL REPEATINGLY, A POOR EXEMPLUM, ONE MORE SUICIDE TO STACK UPON THE OTHERS TILL STRICKEN HENRY WITH HIS SISTER & BROTHERS SUDDENLY GONE PAUSES TO WONDER WHY HE ALONE BREASTS THE WRONGING TIDE. SOMEBODY ONCE PRONOUNCED UPON ONE PATH. THE DEARER OF THE DEAR, MY OLDER FRIEND OF THREE BLACKT OUT ON ME I AM HEARTBROKEN--OPEN-HEART SURGERY--SEE! BUT I AM NOT FULL OF FEAR. RICHARD IS QUIET WHO TALKED ON SO WELL: I FILL WITH FEAR: I AGREE: ALL THIS IS HELL WHERE WILL HE LIE? IN A TANTRUM OF HORROR & BLOCKING WHERE WILL HE BE? WITH HELEN, WHOM HE SOFTENED--SEE! SEE! SEE! BUT NOT NEARBY. WHICH SEARCH FOR RICHARD WILL NOT SOON BE DONE. I BLOW ON THE LIVE COAL. I WOULD BE ONE, ANOTHER ONE. SURELY THE GALAXY WILL SCRATCH MY ITCH AUGUSTINIAN, LIKE THE NIGHT-WIND WITCH AND I WILL LOVE THAT TOUCH. COMPLEX HIS TASK: HE THREADS THE MAZERS DAILY, SORTS OUT FROM MONSTERS SAINTS AND REWARDS THEM, PRODUCES SNOW. BLIND HIS ASSISTANTS, SOME IN THE OLD BAILEY, SOME AT THE WALDORF TOWERS, THE PUMP ROOM, TRYING THEIR BEST O. AND HE SHALL TURN THE HEART OF THE CHILDREN TO THEIR FATHERS AND THIS WILL NOT BE EASY. THE WOUND TALKS TO YOU. IT'S LIGHT AS A PROMISE TO RAHAB THE SPIES'. WORDS LIGHT AS FEATHERS FLY. WAKE WITH RAGE RUINED LIMBS. HOARFROST IS BLUE AT DOWN ON THE STORM-WINDOWS. THUDS. ALMOST FLOORS. IN THE GARDEN I AM ALONE AMONG THE ANIMALS. THERE IS A SHRILL MUSIC OF WHICH THE LESS SAID THE BETTER. COLD DOUGH: IS NOT THAT THE ONE THING THAT MIGHT MATTER? THAT, AND THE FRIGHTFUL FACT THAT I AM ALONE WHILE HE SORTS OUT THE BLOODY SAINTS. OLD KING COLE WAS A MERRY OLD SOUL AND A MERRY OLD SOUL WAS HENRY HE CALLED FOR HIS BUTTS & HE CALLED FOR HIS BOWL & HE CALLED FOR HIS FIDDLERS THREE IN VAIN. BLANK PROSE TOOK HOLD OF HENRY'S SOUL CONSIDERING ALL THE DEATHS & CONSIDERING. THERE IS A LITTLE LIFE UPSTAIRS PLAYING HER NURSERY RHYMES TO BE CONSIDERED ALSO. AND THERE IS A TALL LIFE OUT IN THE CAR TO BE CONSIDERED. AND THERE IS THE LIFE OF HENRY'S CHARACTERS TO BE THOUGHT ON, ESTABLISHED FROM AFAR. TAKE A DEEP BREATH THEN, SIGH, RELAX, CONTINUE. THIS WORLD IS A SOLEMN PLACE, WITH ROOM FOR TENNIS. EVERYBODY'S MOUTH IS SOMEWHERE ELSE, I KNOW, SOMEBODY'S ANUS. I SPEAK A MYSTERY, ONLY TO YOU. HERE'S ALL MY BLOOD IN PAWN. ALL THAT HAIR FLASHING OVER THE ATLANTIC, HENRY'S GIRL'S GONE. SHE'LL FIND PARIS A SWEET PLACE AS MANY TIMES HE DID. SHE'S THERE NOW, HAVING LEFT YESTERDAY. I HELD HER COUSIN'S HAND, ALL INNOCENCE, ON THE CLIMB TO THE TOWER. HER COUSIN IS IF POSSIBLE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN SHE IS. ALL OVER THE WORLD GRADES ARE BEING TURNED IN, AND ISN'T THAT A TRULY GLOOMY THOUGHT. ALL OVER THE WORLD. IT'S JUNE, GOD HELP US, WHEN THE SIGHT WE FOUGHT CLEARS. ONE DAY WHEN I TAKE MY SOCK OFF THE SKIN WILL COME WITH IT AND I'LL RUN BLOOD, HORRIBLE ON THE FLOOR THE STREAMING BLOOD REMINDS ME OF MY LOVE WOLVES RUN IN & OUT TAKE WOLVES, BUT TERRIBLE ENOUGH I AM DREAMING OF MY LOVE'S HAIR & ALL HER FRONT TEETH ARE FALSE AS WERE MY ANTI-HOPES. AM TAME NOW. YOU MAY TOUCH ME, WHO HAD THRILLED (BEFORE) YOUR TIPS, TWITCHT FROM YOUR BREAST YOUR HEART, & BURNT YOUR WILLING BRAIN. I AM TAME NOW. UNDEAD, I WAS NOT KILLED BY HENRY'S VIEWERS BUT MAIMED. IT IS MY ART TO BUZZ THE SPOTLIGHT IN VAIN, FLIGHTING 'AT RANDOM' WHILE ADDISON WINS. I WOULD NOT WAR WITH ADDISON. I LOVE HIM AND ADDISON SO LOVES ME BACK ME BACKSIDES, I MAY PERISH IN HIS GRINS & GRIP. I WOULD HE LIKED ME LESS, LESS GRIM. BUT HE HAS HELPT ME, SLACK & SICK & HOPEFUL, ANEW TO KNOW WHAT MAN-- SCRUBBING THE MULTIVERSE WITH DAZZLED THOUGHT-- STILL HAS IN STORE FOR MAN: A DOGHOUSE OR A CAVE, IS ALL WE COULD, ACCORDING TO MY DREAMS. I STAND IN DOUBT, SURROUNDED BY HOLY WOOD. ABOVE THE LINDENS TOPS OF POPLARS WAVED IN AN OLD FRENCH STORY, ACCORDING TO HENRY WHO SHOOK HIMSELF & SHAVED, HE FACED THE WICKED ORDINARY DAY IN A TUMULT OF SEEMS WHILST WANDERERS ON COASTS LOOKT FOR THE MAN ACTUAL, HAVING ENCOUNTERED ALL HIS GHOSTS OFF & ON, BY THE WAY. MURDERS OCCUR IN RAIN. WORK WHILE YOU CAN, HIS HOPELESS SPIRIT THRIVED TO HIM TO SAY ALONG THOSE TREACHEROUS COASTS. WE ARE STRUCK DOWN, REPEAT THE CHRONOCLERS, HAVING GLOWED. HENRY FROM HEARSAY CAN VOUCH FOR MOST OF THIS. LEAVING THE KNOWN WORLD WITH AN AWKWARD KISS HE HAUNTED, BACK AMONG HIS COLLEAGUES IN THIS VERSE CONSTRUCTED IN ANGRY PLAY. A TERRIBLE APPLAUSE PULLS HENRY'S EAR. BEFORE THE STAMPEDE: SEATS ON SEATS COLLAPSE, THEY ARE GORING EACH OTHER, I DONNO IF WE'LL GET AWAY. WHO CARE? WHY DON'T WE FOLD US DOWN IN OUR OWN LAPS, LONG-NO-SEE COLLEAGUE & BROTHER? --I DON'T THINK'S TIME TO, TIME TO, BONES. TOMORROW BE MORE SHOWS; BE SPECIAL NEED FOR REST & REHEARSE NOW. LET'S WANDER ON THE SANDS, WITH KNITTING BONES, WHILE THE SMALL WAVES PLEASE THE POOR SEAWEED SO LITTLE. --THE GRAND PLOUGH DISTORTS THE WESTERN SKY. BACK TO LURK! WE CANNOT RAVE OURSELVES. LET'S HIDE. IT'S WELL OR ILL,--THERE'S A BELL--SO FAR, THE HISTORY OF THE SPECIES: WORK, WORK, WORK. ALL RIGHT, I'LL STAY. THE HELL WITH THE TRUE KNELL, WE'LL MEANDER AS FAR AS THE BAR. HENRY RUSHES NOT IN HERE. THE MATTER'S THEIR MATTER, AND HART CRANE DROWNED HIMSELF SOME OVER MONEY, BUT IT IS HENRY'S MUTTER THAT SELDOM HAS A JUDGE SO COARSE BORNE HERSELF COARSELY AND OFTEN HAS A POET WORKED SO HARD FOR SO SMALL BUT THEY WAS NOT PROSECUTED IN THIS WORLD. IT'S HENRY'S MATTER, AFTER ALL, WHO IS ASHAMED OF MUCH OF THE SOVIET WORLD IN THEIR ODIUM OF IMAGINATION. TRANSLATED NOT JUST POLE BUT SERBIAN (A TOUGH ONE, PAL--VERME, VATRE, VRTOVI) & CUBAN: O A BEVY! THEY FLOCKED TO HIM LIKE WOMEN, LANGUAGES. WHOM THEY NOT DARED TO TOUCH THOUGH AFTER THEY RUIN HIS FRIEND, LIKE THIS YOUNG MAN WHO ONLY WANTED TO WALK BESIDE THE CANALS TALKING ABOUT POETRY AND MAKE IT. BECAUSE I AM NOT ABLE TO FORGET, HENRY IS DREAMING OF SOCIETY, ONE WHERE THE GIFTED & HARD-WORKING YOUNG POET IS CHERISHED, KISSED AS A KING TO COME, A PRIZED COMER. AH BUT SEE THEM BALEFUL IGNORANT JUSTICER & WITNESSES, CORRUPT BY PURITY, LACKING ALL SENSE OF OTHERS, LACKING SENSE, BUT LIARS TOO, PAL. I SNUFF THE PROPER VOMIT OF A STATE WHERE EVERY TREE IS ADJUDGED EQUAL TALL, IN FAITH WITHOUT DEBATE. I BEG TO PLACE IN EVIDENCE, VICIOUS MOTHER: THAT IN THE WEST OF MY LAND TOWER DOUGLAS FIRS, TALLER THAN OTHERS. IF THEN A JUDGE GRIDES TO ONE OF THEM 'YOU ARE SICK, LAZY: SIBERIA!' WHAT GROSS METAPHORS SHALL WE INVENT FOR THIS JUDGE? (THE SENTENCE: FORCED LABOUR FOR FIVE YEARS IN A 'DISTANT LOCALITY.') BUOYANT, CHOCKFUL OF STORIES, HENRY LINGERED AT PARTY AFTER PARTY, A BITTER-ENDER. LONG WHEN THE REST WERE ASLEEP HE HAD MUCH TO RELATE, MORE TO DEBATE IF ANYONE WOULD KEEP HIM COMPANY TOWARD FRAGRANT DAWN. THE RIVER OF HIS WIDE MIND BROKE THE JAM, SOMEBODY CALLED HIS WILD WIT RIVERINE, SPRAYED THOUGHT LIKE SURF ASSIGNED TO ANGLES NONE, CURVE UPON CURVE, SUCH HE COULD PRAISE HIMSELF-- --MR BONES, YOU AM. LET'S HAVE A RITORNELLO. --LET'S HAVE A RITORNELLO. YOU, ME, HER. I LOVES YOU BOTH AND THEREFORE ALL ARE BITTER. LET'S HAVE A RITORNELLO. HE LOVED THEM MANY & HE LOVED THEM WELL AND HE HELD THE WORLD UP LIKE A BIG SEA-SHELL OR HEATHER-ALE, HARKENING TO FOLLOW. EASTWARD HE LONGS, BEFORE, WELL, ANY BAD THE SILLY FELLOW DID. THEN HE REMEMBERS, OH, THE WORST THING OF ALL. BUT HE ONLY REMEMBERS IT AS HAVING BEEN HAD, NOT AS ITSELF--LIKE A LIST OF SUMMERS HIGH ON WHICH LIST LAY ONE WHEN LOVE LICKED HIM, HER OWN ICE-CREAM CONE, MELTING. HONEY LOVE: AGAIN. SWUNG HARD A BLIND, HAIRY HEAVY GRIM & UNREMEMBERABLE, OVER ENOUGH OF ALL THAT HAD BEEN. THEN THEY WERE FOREVER TOGETHER. HER LIP PEARLED, SPRANG WET HIS FRONT, FOR FEAR, THE WINNING PRINCE, WHO CALLED BACK SOMETHING . . . A PLEA? PASSING OUT OF PITY INTO THE NEW WORLD, I AMOUNTED UP. I SUM IT AT FIVE SCENTS. BID FOR ME. FAILED AS A MAKAR, NAILED AS SCHOLAR, FAILED AS A FATHER & A MAN, HAILED FOR A LOVER, HENRY SLUMPED DOWN, PORED IT OVER. WE C-CAN'T WIN HERE, HE STAMMERED TO HIMSELF. WITH HIS FRIEND PHIL AND ALSO HIS FRIEND RALPH HE MOURNED ACROSS OR HE WAILED. HIS FRIEND BOYD WAITED, ALL BEHIND THE NURSES, THE SIMPLE NURSES PRETTY AS YOU WILL, AND EMERGED, AND GAVE. HE WAS AS ILL AS WELL ONE CAN BE, ILL. WHEN HE COULD READ HE STUDIED FOR GRAVESTONES THE GEOGRAPHIC, WITH CURSES. AND NEITHER DID HIS FRIEND BOYD HAUL HIM UP ENTIRELY, NOR DID RALPH & PHIL SUCCEED DISPERSING HIS GROSS FEARS. HE LEANED ON HEAVEN; NO. BLACK WOULD HE BLEED TO TESTS. THEIR EEG FOR MONTHS, FOR YEARS, WENT MAD. SO DID NOT HE. THE DRILL WAS AFTER OR IS INTO HIM. WHIRR WENT A BITE. HE SHOULD NOT FEEL THIS BAD. A TRULY FIRST-CLASS DRILL. NOTHING DISTINCTLY HURTS. IT REMINDS HIM. --LIKE IT MAKES YOU BLINK, MR BONES, OF WAS & WILL? --VERY MUCH SO. CONUNDRUMS AT THE GUM-LINE. I'VE BEEN JUMPY FOR THE LAST 37 YEARS, PAL. THE MORE I LESSEN TO, THE BORE I HEARS. DRUGGING & PRODDING ME! 'HIS MAJESTY, THE BODY.' 'GYNECOMASTIA' THE SURGEON CALLED, 'THE MAN IS OLD & BALD AND HAS HABITS. IN THIS CIRCUMSTANCE I CANNOT SAVE HIM.' THE OLDER YOU GET, AT ONCE THE BETTER DEATH LOOKS AND THE MORE FEARFUL & INTOLERABLE. THERE IS A SWIVELLY GRACE THAT'S UP FROM GRACE FOR SUMMERS NOW--FOR THREE-- I HAVE BEEN LOOKING, AND FOR WINTERS O AND NEVER AT ANY TIME HAVE YOU RESEMBLED SNOW. AND AT THE CEREMONY AFTER HIS HONOR SWIVELLED US A JUDGE MY BEST FRIEND STOOD IN TEARS, AT BOTH HIS AGE AND UNDECLINING MINE. IN E(E)RIE PLAZA THEN WE KEPT ON HOUSE AND MONTHS O SOON WE SAW THAT POINTY-NOSE WAS DESTINED TO COMBINE HER BLOOD WITH HENRY'S IN A LITTLE THING. IF ALL WENT WELL. IT ALL WENT BETTER, MINGLING, AND LITTLE SPRANG OUT. THE PARKING-LOT TILTED & MADE A DANCE, DITCHING JESUITS. THE SUN GAVE IT A GLANCE AND WENT ABOUT & ABOUT. THEM LADY POETS MUST NOT MARRY, PAL. MISS DICKINSON--FANCY IN AMHERST BEDDING HER. FANCY A LARK WITH SAPPHO, A TUMBLE IN THE BUSHES WITH MISS MOORE, A SPOON WITH EMILY, WHILE CHARLOTTE GLARE. MISS BISHOP'S TOO NOBLE-O. THAT WAS THE LOT. AND TWO OF THEM ARE HERE AS YET, AND--AND: SYLVIA PLATH IS NOT. SHE--SHE HER CREDENTIALS HAS HANDED IN, LEAVING ALONE TWO TOTS AND WIDOWER TO WHAT HE MAKES OF IT-- SURVIVING GUY, & WHEN TOLSTOY'S PATHETIC WIDOW DOING HER WHUNG (AFTER THEM DECADES OF MARRIAGE) & KIDS, SHE DECIDED HE WAS QUEER & LOVING HIS AGENT. WHEREFORE HE RUSH OFF, LEAVING TWO JOURNALS, & DIE. IT IS A TRUE ERROR TO MARRY WITH POETS OR TO BE BY THEM. THERE IS A KIND OF UNDETERMINED HAIR, HALF-TAN, TO WHICH HE WAS ENTIRELY UNABLE TO FAIL TO RESPOND IN WOMAN, A POISONED REMINISCENCE: A KISS, OR SO; THERE. THE LADY IS NOT PRETTY BUT HAS EYES, AND SEEMS TO BE KIND. CONVULSED WITH LOVE, WHO CARES? THERE IS THAT HAIR UNBUTTONED. LOVES UNBUTTON LOVES, WE'RE BARE, SOMEWHERE IN MY MIND. WHEN THIS OCCURS I BEGIN TO THINK IN SPANISH WHEN MISS CIENFUEGOS, WHO LOOKED AFTER ME & AFTER ME IN PASADENA. MURDERED THE RUSES THAT WOULD QUACK ME CLEAR THE ORCHARD SQUEAKS. I LOOK LESS WEIRD CAL HAS ALWAYS MANIFESTED A MOST SURPRISING AFFECTION FOR MATTHEW ARNOLD,--WHO IS NOT A RAT BUT WHOM I CAN QUITE TAKE OR LEAVE. THE SOFT SMALL SNOW GANGS OVER MY HEAVY HOUSE. MY LADIES ARE WELL GONE--BUT GONE HWERE? TO IOWA! THE WORST OF THEM MANY STATES. BLESS THE STATE OF MAN OF THE MAN IN IOWA. ONE LADY'S LEFT, THE DOG. SHE & I FOR DAYS HAVE HERE TO HANG OUT. MY LADY TUCKED OUR TWISSY ON A TRAIN, STEPPED UP HERSELF, AND THEY WERE OFF, FOR FRIENDS. THEIR TAXI WOBBLED AWAY. OUR CAR WON'T START. IT'S TWELVE BELOW. IT WON'T RAIN IS THE SOLE GOOD NEWS. MAYBE IN IOWAY IT'S WORSE. THEY'LL GET THE 'BENDS' AS LADIES & GENTLEMEN DO COMING FROM IOWA, PAL. THE GROSS SNOW HOODS ON THE USELESS CAR. WE CAN'T & MUST HAVE THAT, BHUVANESWAR DOG & I, SPARED IOWA. THE ALMOST EMPTY HOUSE IN A TIT FOR TAT IS BECOMING A GENUINE BAT. THE DOOMED YOUNG ENVY THE OLD, THE DOOMED OLD THE DEAD YOUNG. IT IS HARD & HARD TO GET THESE MATTERS STRAIGHT. KEATS GLARES AT YEATS WHO FULL OF HONOURS DIED & BEING OLD SUNG HIS STRONGEST. HENRY APPRECIATED THAT HATE, BUT WHAT NOW OF YEATS' LUCKY OF-FANNY-FREE FEELING FOR KEATS WHO DOOMED BY MISTRESS GONNE PROVED BARREN YEARS AND SAW HIS FRIENDS ALL LEAVE, STALE HIS REWARDS TURN, & CUT OFF THEN AT HIS PEAK, PROMISING IN HIS SEVENTIES! ALL FEARS SAVE THAT ONE FAILED TO DECEIVE. I SCROUNGE ENSAMPLES VIOLENT BY CHOICE. IN MOST WHAT MATTERS, HENRY WONDERED. LET'S LIE. ALL WE FALL DOWN & DIE AFTER A COURSE WORSE OF A STOPPAGE OF VOICE SO TERRIBLE I HAVE NO MORE TO SAY BUT BEST IS THE SHORT DAY. THE AUTUMN BREEZE WAS LIGHT & BRIGHT. A SMALL BIRD FLEW IN THE BACK DOOR AND THE BEAGLE GOT IT (HALF-BEAGLE) ON THE SECOND TRY. MY WIFE KILLS FLIES & FEEDS THEM TO THE DOG, FIVE LAST NIGHT, PLUS ONE RUFUS SNAPPED HERSELF. AND ONE OF HENRY'S OLDEST FRIENDS WAS KILLED, IT CAME ON A FRIEND' RADIO, THIS WEEK, WHEREAT HENRY WEPT. ALL THOSE DEATHS KEEP HENRY PALE & ILL AND UNABLE TO SAIL THROUGH THE AUTUMN WORLD & WEAK, A DISADVANTAGE OF SURVIVING. THE LEAVES FALL, LIVES FALL, EVERY LITTLE WHILE YOU CAN COUNT WITH STIRRING LOVE ON A NEW LOSS & AN EMPTIER PLACE. THE STYLE IS BLACK JADE AT ALL SEASONS, THE STYLE IS BURNING LEAVES AND A SHELVING OF MOSS OVER EACH PLANTED FACE. LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME I AM IN NEED THEREOF, I MEAN OF LOVE, I MARRIED HER. THAT WAS A HASTY & A VIOLENT STEP LIKE AN UNHOPEFUL KIERKEGARDIAN LEAP, WASN'T IT, DEAR? SLOWLY THE SLOTH MOVED ON IN SEARCH OF PREY, I SEE THAT. THE JUNGLES FLASH WITH LIGHT, IN SOME ANGLES DARK AS MIDNIGHT, AND CHUCK CHUCK CHUCK THE SPARK DID MAKE A NOISE WHEN HE CROSS THE STREET ON DE ELECTRIC WIRES BUT THAT SLOTH WAS ALL RIGHT. SWIFTLY THE WIND ROSE, GORGONS SHOWED THEIR TEETH, WHILE THE BOMBS BOMBED ON EMPTY TERRITORY BENEATH. I LOVE YOU. WILL I FORGET EVER MY SOLE GURU FAR IN CALCUTTA. I DO NOT THINK SO. NOR WILL I YOU. HENRY'S FRIEND'S THROAT HURT. (YVOR WINTERS' DEAD.) REASON & NATURE CRIED OUT 'OPERATE!' OF HIS HIGH OFFICE LITTLE HE MADE WITH THE TROUBLE BETWEEN HIS HEAD & CHEST. (WINTERS' LAST WORDS MARSHALLED WITH HATE.) PECULIAR BLISS COMES IN RELAX. DECISIONS MEDICS FACED (HE THOUGHT THE WORLD OF THE EAST COAST: ENEMY.) THE MAYOR FACED NO MORE, RELYING IN THEIR HANDS, ON MEMORY BASED & UNFORESEEN CONDITIONS. (HENRY SET HIGH THAT WINTERS, HIS OWN SORE FOE, LIKE HIS CANCER.) NOW THESE TWO GOOD MEN WISE IN THEIR YEARS, ILL IN THEIR BODIES, LAY ONE GONE, ONE TO ARRIVE FIXED, FOR OUR LITTLE TIME, & GET UP AGAIN: HURRAH! (ALAS.) PRAISING THEIR--WE MAY-- CRITERIA & OVERDRIVE. IF ALL MUST HURT AT ONCE, LET YET MORE HURT NOW, SO I'LL BE READY, DR GOD. PUSH ON ME. GIVE IT TO HENRY HARDER. THERE LIVES CONTENT: ONE AREA, TAKING A BOW, UNBOTHERED, WHERE I CAN'T REMEMBER, LOVELY, SOMEWHERE DOWN THERE, OR, BETTER STILL, UP HERE, WHERE FOREST FIRES BURN ON FOR YEARS. FROM THE FIRE-TOWERS WATCH IS KEPT ON DIMINUENDO FLAMING. EACH JACK BE THE CUSTODIAN OF HIS DESIRES FROM WHICH HE SPRANG & SULLEN THEN HE SLEPT UNTIL A CODA OF BLAMING. --YOU DO. SHE DO. I WILL BE WITH YOU-ALL, IN A LITTLE LITTLE SILENCE, MR BONES. --I SEE I DEPEND ON YOU FOR NOTHING. --TRY DR GOD, CLOWN A BALL, LOW COME TO YOU IN THE BLUE SAD DARKIES' MOANS WORSING THAN YOURS, TOO. I STALK MY MIRROR DOWN THIS CORRIDOR MY PIECES LITTER. OKLAHOMA, SORE FROM MY GREAT LOSS LEAVES ME. WE POOL OUR KNOWLESS IN MY SEMINAR, QUESTION ALL COMERS THAT THEY MAY NOT JAR THEIR INTREPIDITY BEFORE THE AWENGER RISES IN THE CORPSE'S WAY AS INCONVENIENT AS THE BLOODSCOOT SWAY OF THEM AZTECS' REAL PRIESTS. ALL MY PIECES KNEEL AND WE ALL SCREAM: HISTORY'S TWO-LEGS WAS A HEARTLESS DREAM, REALITY IS & RESKINNED KNUCKLES & FORGIVENESS & TOYS UNBREAKABLE & THUNDER THAT EXCITES & ANNOYS BUT'S POWERLESS TO HARM. REALITY'S THE GROWING AGAIN OF THE RIGHT ARM (WHICH SO WE MISSED IN OUR MISLEADING DAYS) & THE POPPING BACK IN OF EYES. I SEE NOW ALL THESE DEATHS ARE TO ONE END-- WHEREBY I LOST A FOE, FRIEND UPON FRIEND-- ROOM. WE WONDER GUIDED: IT COMES TO ALL THE SAME, WE TOO'LL PERFORM OUR RAPTURE AS OF WHOM LATER MY LOVE IN WHOSE NAME. FRESH SPRING THEM ENEMIES, DECENT FALL THE CLOTHS OVER A HIGH INCOME. VANISH ME LATER: HERE I'LL STAY WHILE SOME FIRST PUT THEIR GLASSES ON THE WINDOWSILL: HEADLINES THE NEXT DAY SCREAMED UNTIL EVEN AT HARVARD THE STORY WAS MOTHS. 'I'LL SEE YOU LATER' CRIED THE CRIPPLED SOUL ONE DESTINATION BEHIND. SOUL UPON SOUL, IN THE HIGH ANDES, BLUE BUT BLIND FOR TURNS. AND THIS IS WHERE THE MIND STOPS. DEATH IS A BOX. (I SAW IN MY DREAM THE GREAT LOST CITIES, MACCHU PICCHU, CAMBRIDGE MASS., ANGKOR I WONDER IF IT'S RAINING ON MACCHU PICCHU OR CAMBRIDGE MASS, AS HERE, THE TERRACES ALIVE WITH MAGICAL RAIN THE DEAD ALL IN THEIR PLACES, ALL INSANE & TRYING TO SIT UP FROM FEAR, I SAW IT ALL, THE PEOPLED TERRACES AS ONCE I SUPPOSE THEY WERE, AS WE ARE, THE PEOPLED TERRACES, SLAVES WINDING IN & OUT, PAYING NO INCOME TAX, MOSTLY BRUTAL ONE TO ANOTHER, I SAW IT ALL. BASEBALL, & THE UTTER BLOODY FUCKING NEWS, CONVERGED ON MISERABLE HENRY, EH? BROTHER, THEY DID. THEN HOW DID HENRY MAKE ITSELF OF USE? APART, I MEAN, FROM THESE NUCLEAR DEVICES H & A. HENRY HID. --I HELD ALL SOLID, THEN I LET SOME JANGLE, OFFENDED HENRY WHISTLED TO ITSELF. HOW FEW FOLLOWED THE ONE OR BOTH. ONLY SOME CAPTAINS SWALLOWED, WONDERING. MANY SPRANG IN TO UNTANGLE THE RIDDLES OF MY LITTLE WIT. HOW TIRESOME SPENSER'S KNIGHTS, THEIR GRAVE WOUNDS OVERNIGHT ANNEALED, WHILST HENRY WITH ONE BROKEN ARM DEEP IN HOSPITAL LAY WITH REAL PAIN BETWEEN SHOTS FROM LIGHT TO LIGHT TEN LIGHTS, TWO SPECIALISTS, WHERE NURSES SWARM DAY AFTER ACHIEVELESS DAY. AFTER ALL, IT WAS SOLELY THE LEFT ARM REMINDING ME THE WHOLE BODY CAN COME TO HARM; WILL. MY WIFE PUTS OFF MY SLING: I CANNOT THINK: I DO MY EXERCISES. I WISH ALL WELL, INCLUDING MRS RANDALL JARRELL. I DANGLE ON THE RUNGS, AN OPEN TARGET. THE WORLD GROWS MORE DISGUSTING DAWN BY DAWN. THERE IS A 'WHITE BACKLASH.' WHEN EVERYTHING ELSE FAILS ON THE AUTO, PARK IT & MOVE AWAY SLOWLY. OBSOLESCENT, ON THE RUNGS, OUT OF THE CAR, 'ASHES'. I WILL MEET YOU THEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MAIDAN JUMP AT MONSOON DAWN. THE BEARER WEEPS, I'M GOING OUT SO EARLY. HOW TO ACCOUNT FOR ME? I WANT HER DEARLY BUT BEING ILL & SO ON I STUMBLE AT THE LIFT. HENRY IS DYING. ERECT-SQUAT IN THE CORNER, SWEATING, THE BEARER IS CRYING. I DON'T SEEM TO MAKE IT DOWN SHALL I FINISH ON THE LANDING? THEY HAVE ALL WAITED THE FOES FIERCE, OTHERS WHOM HENRY BAITED, A FOREST OF BOTTLES. --MR BONES, YOU A CLOWN. I AM INTERESTED & AMAZED: ON THE BUILDING ACROSS THE WAY FROM WHERE I VAGUELY LIVE THERE ARE NO BARS! BEST-LOOKING PLACE IN TOWN. ONLY THEM LAWYERS BIG WITH GREAT CIGARS AND LESSER WITH BRIEFCASES, INSTEAD OF MINDS, MOVE CALMLY IN & OUT AND NOW OR THEN AN OFFICIAL LIMOUSINE WITH A LIVE SUPREME COURT JUSTICE & CHAUFFEUR MOUNTS THE RAMP TOWARD ME. WE LIVE BEHIND, YOU SEE. IT'S CHRISTMAS, AND BRRR IN WASHINGTON. MY WIFE'S CANDLE IS OUT FOR JOHN F. KENNEDY AND THE LAW RUSHES LIKE MUD BUT THE PARK IS WHITE WITH A HEAVY FALL FOR OFAYS & FOR DARK, LET'S EXCHANGE BLUE-BLACK KISSES FOR THE FATE OF THE MAN WHO WAS NOT BORN TODAY, CLASHING OUR TINSEL, BY THE TERRIBLE TREE WHEREON HE REALLY HUNG, FOR YOU & ME. HUNG BY A THREAD MORE MOMENTS INSTANT HENRY'S MIND SUPER-SUBTLE, WHICH HE KNEW BLUNT & EMPTY & INCURIOUS BUT WHEN HE COMPARED IT WITH HIS FELLOWS' FINDING IT KEEN & FULL, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK APART FROM TYPEWRITERS & PRINT & INK. ON THE PHILOSOPHICAL SIDE PLUS RELIGIOUS, HE LAY AT A LOSS. MOSTLY HE KNEW THE ONES HE WOULD NOT FOLLOW INTO THEIR BURNING SYSTEMS OR POLAR SYSTEMS, WITTGENSTEIN BEING BOSS, AUGUSTINE GENERAL MANAGER. A UNIVERSAL HOLLOW MOST OF THE OTHER SEEMS; SO HENRY IN TWILIGHT IS ON HIS OWN: MARRYING, CHILDING, SLOGGING, SHELLING TAXES, PONDERING, MAKING. WITH GENUINE DIFFICULTY HE FOUGHT MADNESS WHOSE BREAST CAME CLOSE TO BREAKING. WITH SHINING STRIDES HEAR HIS REDEEMER COME, IN A HOSPITAL GOWN, BRINGING TO BEAR ON SOME MORE THAN THEY WELL CAN BEAR. HUGE & DARK STAIRWELLS SEE THE ONE DRAW DOWN WITH A STRANGE EXPRESSION, NEITHER SMILE NOR FROWN, INTENSE, THROUGH TREMBLING AIR. WHAT CAN BE PILED ON HENRY HENRY CAN TAKE, PEINE FORTE ET DURE, AND NEVER WILL HIS SILENCE BREAK. EX-NUNS LINE THE CIRCLE OF THE ROOM OF RECOGNITION TRANSFIXED IN SCHADENFREUDE LIKE A MISSION. THE ORDERLIES SERVE WINE WHILE SLOW THE EX-PRIEST HAULS A FRANTIC BREATH AND THE GONG CLANGS, MEANING THIS WAY IS DEATH. WE STILL HAVE SOME TO GO WHEN A BLESSED SWEATING WAKING HEAVES BETWEEN THIS BODY LUNGING AND THE HORRID SCENE ALIVE BACK THERE BELOW. NOTHING! --THESE YOUNG MEN COME TO INTERVIEW ME ARMED WITH TAPERECORDERS, CAMERAS, THE BEST WAYS OF GETTING AT YOU SO FAR INVENTED SAVE THE TELEPHONE AND IT COSTS MONEY NOW TO BE ALONE: TO SHUT IT OFF YOU NEED TWO I HAVE TWO & THEY RING FROM DAWN TO EVE, WITH EXTRAS IN THE NIGHT--CAN'T SHUT THEM DOWN: AWAITING A LONG DISTANCE CALL. I READ THE 'PAPER GINGERLY LEST I GRIEVE, IGNORE THE RADIO & TV, DON'T GO DOWNTOWN: TRULY ISOLATED, PAL. HOWEVER, I SHUDDER & THE WORLD SHRUGS IN, HILARIOUS LOVES WALKING THE STREETS LIKE TREES MINUS AN EAR, MEN FROM FAR TRIBES ARMED IN THE DARK, WOMEN CANTERING IN FROM THE PLAINS JUST AS THEY PLEASE WITH THE WATER UP TO HERE. HENRY, WEAK AT KEYBOARD MUSIC, LEANED ON THE SLOW MOVEMENT OF SCHUBERT'S SONATA IN A & THE MYSTERIOUS FINAL SOUNDINGS OF BEETHOVEN'S 109-10-11 & THE DIABELLI VARIATIONS YOU GO BY THE RULES BUT THERE THE RULES DON'T MATTER IS WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO SAY. HUDDLED, FROM THEIR RECESSES, THE GOBLINS SPRING WHILE THE SOUND GOES ROARING. IF I SCREAM, WHO WOULD HEAR ME? RILKE, COME ON STRONG & FORGET OUR ROLES, WE'LL PLAY THE HOUSMAN MAN UNLESS, OF COURSE, ALL THIS IS BORING. TIDES BRING THE BODIES BACK SOMETIMES, & NOT. THE BODIES OF THE SELF-DROWNED OUT THERE WAIT, WAIT, & THE WIDOWS WAIT, MY GRAMOPHONE IS THE MOST POWERFUL IN THE COUNTRY, I AM TRYING, TRYING, TO SOLVE THE ANDANTE BUT THE GHOST IS OFF BEFORE ME. COME & DANCE, HOUSMAN'S HOPELESS HEROINE BEREFT OF ALL: I TAKE YOU IN ME ARMS BURNT-CORK: YOUR CREATOR IS STUDYING HIS CELESTIAL SPHERE, HE NEVER LOVED YOU, HE NEVER LOVED A WOMAN OR A MAN, SAVE ONE: HE WAS A FORK SAVED BY HIS DOUBLE GENIUS & CERTAIN EMENDATIONS ALL HIS LONG LIFE, HOPELESS LADS GREW COLD HE DREW THEIR DEATH-MASKS TO LISTEN TO HIM, YOU'D THINK THAT GROWING OLD AT TWENTY-TWO WAS HORRIBLE, AND THE ORDINARY TASKS OF PEOPLE DIDN'T EXIST. HE DID HIS ALMOST PERFECT BEST WITH WHAT HE HAD SHADES ARE SORROWING, AS NOT CALLED UP BY IN HIS GENIUS HIM OTHERS ARE FOR HIS LIFE-LONG OMISSION GLAD & PUBLISHED THEIR WORKS AS SOON AS HE CAME TO A STOP & COULD NOT REVIEW THEM. COME AGAIN CLOSER, DR SWIFT & PROFESSOR HOUSMAN, YOU HAVE IN COMMON--I REPEAT, IN COMMON-- A CERTAIN FAILURE IN YOUTH: WHICH YOU RUINED, WITH YOUR HARD-EARN'D LEARNING: SEVEN YEARS IT TOOK YOU, ANCIENT DEAN, & HOUSMAN CAME TO TRUTH ONLY AFTER LEDGERING, ENDLESS LEDGERING & THEN HE SQUANDERED HIS BRAINS ON THE YOUTHS AT CAMBRIDGE-- MY OWN UNIVERSITY!-- HE WOULD ACCEPT NO HONOURS, HE PROUD AS SWIFT, MERELY REFUSED THEM. SWIFT, INFINITELY GREATER BUT FAR MORE IMPERFECT I HEAR AS CHIDING THAT DISTINGUISHT MAN BUT THE DEAN MUST BE CAREFUL: HOUSMAN LOST HIS DEGREE BECAUSE HE WOULD NOT TAKE THE PLATONIC ARGUMENT BEYOND WHAT WAS NECESSARY & BECAME THE FIRST SCHOLAR IN EUROPE. --HOW ARE YOU? --FINE, FINE. (I HAVE TEARS UNSHED. THERE IS HERE NEAR THE BOTTOM OF MY CHEST A LOOP OF COLD, ON THE RIGHT. A THING HURTS SOMEWHERE UP LEFT IN MY HEAD. I HAVE A GANG OF OLD SINS UNCONFESSED. I SHOVEL OUT OF SIGHT A-MANY ILLS ELSE, I MIGHT MENTION TOO, SUCH AS HER LEAVING AND MY HOPELESS BOOK. 5O MORE OF THAT, MY FRIEND. IT'S GOOD OF YOU TO ASK AND) HOW ARE YOU? (MUSIC COMES PAINFUL AS A HAPPY LOOK TO A SYSTEM NEARING AN END OR AN EMPTY QUESTION SLIDES TO A STANDSTILL WHILE THE DRUMS INCREASE INSIDE AN EMPTY SKULL AND THE WHOLE MATTER BREAKS DOWN OR WOULD IT WOULD, HAD HENRY LEFT HIS WILL BUT THAT WENT SIDEWAYS SPRAWLING, COLLAPSED & DULL.) HOW ARE YOU, I SAY WITH A FROWN. HIS MOTHER WROTE GOOD NEWS: SOMEBODY WAS STILL LIVING. HIS WIFE GAVE HIM A HARD TIME, UNFORGIVING. HE ROMPED ON THE FLOOR WITH HIS DAUGHTER. A SPECIAL NUMBER OF THE LONDON TLS CAME AND HE STUDIED THE ASIATIC & EUROPEAN BRAINS OF LATE, ACROSS THE WATER, AND SOME OF THE ARTICLES WERE SPECTACULARLY STUPID BUT MOST WERE PAR--THOUGH THERE APPEARED NO CUPID-- VOZHNEZSENSKY WAS GOOD ON WATERMELONS AND NEVADA'S MISS BREADLOVE OUTSTRIPPED THE FELONS TO BE CROWNED THE NARRATIVE POET LAUREATE OF NORTH AMERICA. GROOVY, PAL. SO MANY THINKING & FEELING, IN SO MANY LANGUAGES AS IT HAS PROBABLY, WOMEN BARRED, DOWN THE AGES, BUT SELDOM SO FRISKY AS NOW. RISKY & SLAVISH LOOKS THE BIG BIG SCENE. HENRY HIS HORNS WAVED AT THE FUTURE OF POETRY, WHERE HE HAD BEEN, AND HID BACK IN HIS SHELL-OW. HENRY LAY COLD & GOLDEN IN THE SNOW TOWARD WHOM THE UNIVERSE ONCE MORE HOWLED 'NO'-- ONCE MORE & AGAIN. 'WHAT PRICKS HAVE YOU AGIN' ME,--LIQUOR LAWS, THE APPEARANCE IN MY HOUSE OF OWLS & SAWS,-- DECANTED UNTO THE WORLD OF MEN?' YOU LONER, YOU STORM OFF AWAY WITHOUT PAUSE ACROSS THE SAD ICE OVERLAIN WITH THE TRICKY NEW OF ALL THE SNOW WHEREAT MY SISTERS UP IN HIM SANG 'SO: HE'S COMING: 'TWILL BE NICE?' DARKER, OF THE BEGINNING OF THEIR HOPES, THE HUDDLED END, TOWARD WHICH THE LOST CORK GROPES. I SEIZE THE NECK OF THE BOTTLE & SMASH IT ON MY SINK, WHEN FROM BOTH ENDS IT SPURTS, IT RIDES, AS IF TO BLOW AMENDS FOR THE EARLIER PART OF THE BOTTLE. --MR BLACKMUR, WHAT ARE THE HOLY CITIES OF AMERICA? SIR HERBERT'S SON, WHO LIVES NEAR CANTERBURY, PRECOCIOUS, ASKED MY FRIEND. A BRAIN CAN STAMMER: HENRY'S FRIEND'S DID: 'ER . . . ER . . .' PILGRIMAGES TO PALM SPRINGS SMOTHER ME, I'M RETREATING TO ATLANTIC CITY. ATLANTIC CITY IN THE WINTER IS WORTH HAVING: HOLY IT'S NOT, EMPTY IT IS, AND WHO KNOWS ANYBODY IN ATLANTIC CITY? HIS DOCTORS DROVE HIM THERE FOR PRIVACY: AT THE BIGGEST BAR IN THE WORLD, DOWN HIS HOTEL, SHARED NOW WITH A MAN A FOOTBALL FIELD AWAY, HE HAD ONE DRINK. THE BOARDWALK, KEEN WINDS, & THE TIMELESS SURF & THE MEDIEVAL TORTURE-INSTRUMENTS FROM NUREMBERG & SHRUNKEN HEADS FOR DOLLARS AND HOME HE FLED, ABROAD HE STREAMED, TO AUTUN & PLACES ELSE WHERE HOLINESS HELD FORTH & THEN SLUNK BACK TO HIS NORTH. FORGOING THE ANDES, THE SEA-BOTTOM, ANGKOR, HE LED WITH HIS TYPEWRITER. HE MADE IT FLY & WALK TO THEM SITES FOR HIM. HE LED WITH HIS TONGUE & TAUGHT & TAUGHT & TAUGHT, FORGOING TRURO, TO MOLLIFY ONE CREDITOR OR ANOTHER. THE HEAT MADE HEADLINES, WHILE HE LECTURED ON, DRENCHT. OUZO WAS PEACEFUL IN THE FEARFUL NIGHTS, A GIFT FROM A SPARTAN LADY WHOSE LIFE HAS BEEN SO FAR SO MUCH WORSE EVEN THAN HIS THAT HE STIFLED AN AMERICAN SCREAM. OF THE STATELY SIGHTS HE HAD HIS MODICUM, IT'S TRUE: THE CAMPIDOGLIO, E.G. BUT MOSTLY, THOUGH, THE GRINDSTONE & THE NOSE WHEN NOSTALGIA FOR THINGS GRIPS HIM HE GROWLS HE'S SAVING IT FOR THE NEXT TIME AROUND. WITH RELIEF TO PUBLIC ACTION, BRIEFLY STOPT THE LONELY STALKING OF PHRASING & CONCEPT: I'LL BEGIN LIKE A CANNON OR CANON: I THINK THE ELDER STATESMAN STANCE WILL DO. I WILL WEAR MY BEARDED DIFFERENCE WITH RUE BEFORE THE DAMNED YOUNG THINGS FLASHY FOR KNOWLEDGE OF THEY DREAM NOT WHAT UNTIL I DROP THE BACCHAE IN ITS SLOT: TAKE THAT! AND THAT! ALSO HIS BRAINS ACCUMULATES ITS FAT UNTIL THEIR PRIEST, SQUAT ON THE ALTAR, SKAT, RELUCTANT AS MY TOT. THE WOMEN SCREAM ADOWN THE MOUNTAIN SIDE & THE FRISKY GOD SCREAMS, AS FULL WELL HE MAY, WORST IS THE ARMED MOTHER: NIGHT WITH HER KNIVES REIGNS. I WILL STAY THE NIGHT AND I HAVE NOTHING MORE MUCH NOW TO SAY IN THE BRILLIANCE OF THEIR SMOTHER. WAN SHONE MY SUN ON EASTER MONDAY,--AY, ON MONDAY WAN, AND YET THE SNOW HAS CEAST. FILTHY, MY GRASS APPEARS. PAVEMENTS APPEAR. IT'S SPRING IN MINNESOTA. MY SUMMERHOUSE LIMPS. MY FRIENDS IN THE EAST STALK ROBINS, & DOT THEIR FEARS. ONE OF MY STEPS IS BROKEN, FREE FROM ICE, I NOTICE. HENRY'S STEPS SAG IN THE BLUE LOST OF LOUISIANA. HE WAS ALWAYS IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG WOMAN WE CAN'T GO ON HERE, WHICH WOULD NOT BE NICE NOR TRUE. HORROR ABSOLVED HIS MOVEMENT'S STRANGE. HE HANGS ON AZURED THE STAR OVER THE TOWER AT THE TOP OF THE HILL, THE MAYOR'S WIFE SANK INTO GRATEFUL SLEEP BY HIS GOOD SIDE BLONDE, TOUSELED, BACK FROM WASHINGTON. IN WHICH PALE SUN WE ABIDE. JEWS BEING BETTER THAN US OTHERS, STILL . . . WHICH BRANDISHED GODDESS WIDE-EYED HENRY'S NIGHTS-- THE TEMPREATURE WAS EVEN, THE SKY WAS STILL-- TELL ME, WHICH ONE? WAS IT THE ONE WITH THE CURVE TO HER LEFT KNEE-- HIDDEN HER FACE WITH SWUNG HAIR, MASKED HER DELIGHTS-- OR WAS IT ANOTHER ONE? DOING HIM LESS GOOD. HE HAD A COURT CASE HE WAS BOUND TO LOSE. PHOTOGRAPHERS & REPORTERS SWARMED, AS OF AN HONOUR WHICH ALL THOUGHT IT WAS, WHEREUPON HE HAD A CHINESE NIGHTMARE, WHOSE? BACK TO THE KNEE. WE MUST NOT THE DIVINE KNEE SWIFTLY FORGET. HER FAMILY DON'T TALK, NOBODY LATELY TALKS. MY FRIENDS ARE ILL OR DEAD, WHO GOES FOR WALKS? IN THE ATLAS OF HENRY'S WOMEN YOUR HAPPY MAP WOULD BE A FOLDING MAP. TOOK HENRY TEA DOWN AT THE ATHENAEUM WITH YEATS AND OFFERED THE MASTER A FAG, THE WHICH HE TOOK, ACCEPTING TOO A LIGHT TO HENRY'S LASTING HONOUR. TIME ABATES. HUMOURLESS, GRAND, BY THE GREAT FIRE FOR A LOOK HE SET OUT HIS DEATH IN TWILIGHT. THE GODDAMNED SCONES CAME HOT. HE COUGHED WITH HIS SPHINCTER, WHEN IT HURT HENRY, WHO NOW THAT FIERCENESS IMITATES. EMPIRES FALL, ARISE SEMI-STATES, KLEENEX IMPROVES, CLINGS TO ITS OWN OUR DIRT THE FOUL SAME. THE LAST OF THE GIRLS HAD GONE HALF IN DESPAIR ON. HE STARVED & FLUNG HIM ON 'EM. FAT THEN, FREE, HE MAKE A LUKEWARM WOOER. ALL THIS HELL OF FLESH-- NOT SO BULK', AFTER ALL-- KEEPS HIM FROM EDGE, AS FOREVER HE WILL BE-- HOW ROTTENLY THE PRIZE COLLAPSE FROM FRESH-- A TALLER MAN THAN, WE THOUGHT, TALL. 'SCADS A GOOD EATS', DERE OWN T'REE CARS, THE 'TEENS (UNTIL OF THEM SHALL BE ASKED ONE THING, THEY ROMP OR DOZE) HAVE GOT IT MADE; NO PROB. WAS EVER SET THEM, THEIR POOR OL' JERKS OF PARENTS LOVED THEM, WITH DEEP-FREEZE, & SNACKS WOULD KEEP A HINDU FAMILY-GROUP ALIVE. WELL, SO THEY'RE LIARS & GLUTTONS & COWARDS: SO WHAT? . . . IT'S THE LAND OF PLENTY, MAYBE ABOUT TO SIGH. WHY SHOULDN'T THEY TERRIFY WITH HEGEMONY DAD (STUPIDO DAD) AND TEACH'? (THE TANKS OF THE ELDERS ROLL, IN EXERCISE, ON THE GERMAN PLAIN.) EVEN IF THEIR SENSE IS TO (SWILL &) DIE WHY DON'T THEY JOIN US, PAL, AS TEXAS DID MODESTLY, & WITH EXACTNESS, AND . . . LIKE A SENSE OF THE COUNTRY, MAN? COME OFF IT. POWERS, THE FETED TRAITOR, BECAME SO IN HOURS, AND THE PRESIDENT, IGNORANT, DIDN'T EVEN LIE. SOME REMEMBER ('PRETTY WELL') THE KOREAN WAR. THE UNRECRUITED MEMORY SEEMS TO EMBRACE THE BAY OF PIGS, FRANKLIN ROOSEVELT. WHO HAS IN MIND WITH A SHUDDER COLD HARBOR,-- HENRY IS SCHLAFT IN HIS HISTORICAL MOODE,-- WITH PITY & HORROR THE BLOODY ANGLE? GOOD FRIDAY, AND THE END? THREE LIKE TERRIFYING POLITICAL MURDERS HAVE CAST, AS ADAMS SIGHED, NO SHADOW ON THE WHITES' HOUSE. --ADHERE, SIR BONES, TO HEAVEN; THO' THE SHRINE IS STILL, WHAT HERE OR THERE BUT BY THE WILL OF HIDDEN GOD GIT DONE? AH ASK. --I HAVE AN ANSWER LOST HERE ON MY DESK: PAKISTAN MAY PAKISTAN, WELL, FIND; OR NOT. HENRY COULDN'T CARE LESS. --MR BONES, CARES FOR ALL MEN! --OVERLOADED. IT IS MY COUNTRY IN MY COUNTRY ONLY CAST IS OUR LOT. FORTUNE GAVE HIM TO KNOW THE FLAMING BEST, EXPRESSION'S KINGS IN HIS TIME, BY VOICE & HAND,-- THE IRISHMAN, THE DOOMED BARD ROARING DOWN THE THIRSTY WEST, THE SUBTLE AMERICAN BRITISH BANKER-MAN AND THE LUNATIC ONE FIDGETING, WITH BANANS, AND HIS FRIEND THE SAGE (TOUCHY, 'I'M VERY TOUCHY') IN HIS CABIN TWO MILES FROM MINE HERE, AND ALREADY NOW LET'S CALL IT A STRONG AGE, NOT JUST A SCIENCE AGE, AS IDIOT HABIT CRIES; I'M GETTING NEAR AN END, BUT I ADD ON THE BOSTONIAN, RUGGED & GRAND & SORROWFUL. THAT'S SIX, AND THAT'S ENOUGH. HENRY AS I WAS MUTTERING KNEW THEM MAN BY MAN: MUCH GOOD IT DID HIM IN HIS FIX EXCEPT FOR LETTING OUT LOVE. HE LIFTED UP, AMONG THE ACTUARIES, A GRANDEE COW. AH HA & HE CROWED GOOD. THAT FUNNY MONEY-MAN. MUTTER WE ALL MUST AS WELL AS WE CAN. HE MUTTER SPIFFY. HE MAKE WONDER HENRY'S . . . SOMETHING . . . SOMETHING . . . NOT THERE IN HIS FLOURISHING ART. O VETERAN OF DEATH, YOU WILL NOT MIND A COUNTER-MUTTER. WHAT WAS IT MISSING, THEN, AT THE MAN'S HEART SO THAT HE DOES NOT WOUND? IT IS OUR KIND TO WOUND, AS WELL AS UTTER A FACT OF HAPPY WORLD. THAT METAPHYSICS HE HEFTED UP UNTIL WE COULD NOT BREATHE THE PHYSICS. ON OUR SIDE, MONOTONOUS (OR EVER-FRESH)--IT STICKS IN HENRY'S THROAT TO JUDGE--BRILLIANT, HE SEETHE; BETTER THAN US; LESS WIDE. --IF WE'RE NOT JEWS, HOW CAN MESSIAH COME? PRAISE GOD, BROTHERS, WHO IS A COLOURED MAN. (SOME TIME WE'LL DO IT AGAIN, IN WHITEFACE.) 'RAM,' WAS HIS LAST WORD, LIKE 'MARY' OR 'OM' OR A PERISHING NEW GRUNT. (WINGED 'EM.) KINGDOM? SOME. MY GOD! THEY'M BE SURPRISED TO SEE YOUR FACE, ALL YOUR ADMIRERS, IN THEIR TAFFETA, OR--UPON THOUGHT--NOT ALL: WE WILL NOT WONDER, WILL US, MR BONES, WHEN EITHER HE LOOMS DOWN OR WIFOUT TRACE WE VANISHETH. IT'S TALL TIME NOW IN GHETTO-TOWN: IT'S CURTAIN-CALL: HARD NOW TO READ THE TIME. SEEM TO ME I'M NOT ALTOGETHER THE SAME PRO-MAN I STRUTTED OUT FROM THE WINGS AS, LIKE LOSING FAITH. COUNSEL ME, MR BONES. --MY FRIEND, THE CLINGDOM HAS COME. I POURED MYSELF OUT THRO' MY TIPS. WHAT'S LEFT? I SLIPT. I SLIPT. WHAT'S RIGHT? WHOSE CENTRE'S WHERE? HIS SON HAS SET. THEIR TOWERS LEAN & WOBBLE. ANYTHING I SANG I TAKE BACK. CRIMSON IS SUCCEEDED BY BLACK; IT IS A FACT. BECKETT SHUDDERED, WITH THOUGHT. AN UNSPEAKABLE SOUND OF TYPING CHITTERED TO ME IN THE NIGHT AS I SAT THINKING. PRAY AS I WOULD, DAWN CAME TO MY HILLS: IN PERFECT SILENCE I TOOK OUT MY LAUNDRY AND HAD IT DONE. IF THE BLOOD BANGED, AS IT MUST DO, FAINT WITH NECESSITY, FORGIVE IT, PLEASE. 'I PAINT' (RENOIR SAID) 'WITH MY PENIS.' A PICTURE IN PHILADELPHIA PROVES IT. PAL, WE KNOW WHO IT MEANS? IT WAS A DIFFICULT CRIME TO RE-ENACT, FATTY'S; IF CRIME IT WERE. WAS HE SO MADE AS TO BE DANGEROUS? OR IF SHE'D GONE TO THE JOHN BEFOREHAND MIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS LOVE SHE HAVE BEEN ALL RIGHT OR WAS THERE SHOVED ICE? THIS BURNING TO SHEATHE IT WHICH SO MANY MALES SO OFTEN AND ALL OVER SUFFER: WHY? IS IT: TO MAKE OR KILL IS JUNGLE-LIKE WHAT CONSTITUTES MY I, SO LET'S THRUST? WHEN BOTH CRIMES LEAD INTO WAILS, AT ONCE OR LATER. TALES TOLD OF THESE TRUTHS STAND UP LIKE GOLDENGLOW HEAD-HIGH, AND AROUND THE PLANET MEN ARE ERECT AND GIRLS LIE READY: A BOUNCE, TOWARD PAIN. MELONS, THEY SAY, THOUGH, ARE BEST--I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S CORRECT-- AS WELL AS INFERTILE, IT'S SAID. IT'S WONDERFUL THE WAY CATS BOUND ABOUT, IT'S WONDERFUL HOW MEN ARE NOT FOUND OUT SO FAR. IT'S MISERABLE HOW MANY MISERABLE ARE OVER THE SPREAD WORLD AT THIS TICK OF TIME. THESE MYSTERIES THAT I'M REHEARSING IN THE DARK DID BRIGHTER MINDS MUCH BOTHER THROUGH THEM AGES, WHOM WHO FINDS GUILTY FOR FAILURE? UP ALL WE ROSE WITH DAWN, SPRINGY FOR PRIDE, TRYING ALL MORNING. DAZZLED, I SUBSIDE AT NOON, NOON BE MY GOALER AND AFTERNOON THE DEEPENING OF THE TASK POOR HENRY SET HIMSELF LONG SINCE TO ASK: WHY? WHO? WHEN? --I DON KNOW, MR BONES. YOU ASKS TOO MUCH OF SUCH AS YOU & ME & WE & SUCH FAST CATS, WORSE MEN. LONELY IN HIS GREAT AGE, HENRY'S OLD FRIEND LEANED ON HIS BURNING CANE WHILE HIS OLD FRIEND WAS HYMNED OUT OF LIVING. THE ABBEY RANG WITH SOUND. POUND WHITE AS SNOW BOWED TO THEM WITH HIS THOUGHTS--IT'S HARD TO KNOW THEM THOUGH FOR THE OLD MAN SANG NO WORD. DRY, RIPE WITH PAIN, BUSY WITH LOSS, LET'S GUESS. GONE. GONE THEM WINE-MEETINGS, GONE GREEN GRASSES OF THE PICNICS OF RISING YOUTH. WORRIES THE LOOSE TOOTH, WITS AS STRONG AS YOUNG, ONLY THE ALBINO BODY FAILING. WHERE THE SMOTHER CLUSTERS PINPOINT INSIGHTS CLEAR. THE TENNIS IS OVER. THE LAST WORDS ARE HERE? WHAT, IN THE WORLD, WILL THEY BE? WHITE IS THE HUE OF DEATH & VICTORY, ALL THE OLD GENEROSITIES DISMISSED WHILE THE WHITE YEARS INSIST. MADNESS & BOOZE, MADNESS & BOOZE. WHICH'LL CAN TELL WHO PRECEEDED WHOSE? WHAT CHICKEN WALKED OUT ON WHAT EGG? I CAN TELL, WHICH AM WHICH OBLONG. CORROBORATE, LOS ALAMOS. --WE READ YOU. WRONG. --I PUT UP MY RADAR & BEG: CORROBORATE FROM BERKELEY. --WRONG. --CORROB O FROM WOODS HOLE. --NO WISH TO BOB YOUR CRED', BUT WE KNEW THAT. YES. CONFIRMED, CONFIRMED. --DANCE IN MY CORRIDORS, UNDER THE ORANGE-GREY MOON, STUFF ON YOUR GLORY HAT, AND POTSILL HIGHLAND MALT THAT WHISKY OUT SWIFTER THAN MISSLES TO THE SIDE OF THE HILL, THE SIDE OF THE SWEET HILL, WHERE INSTALLATIONS LIVE FOREVER, ABOUT. UP SCOTLAND! WHO ONLY DRUNKY SEXY BURNS PRODUCING, WHICH RETURNS. PHANTASTIC THUNDER SHOOK THE WELKIN, HIGH. THE ANIMALS SAT FACE TO FACE & GLARED. HENRY WAS AFRAID. HER LOVE, WHICH WAS NOT EXACTLY THAT OF A MAID, FAILED TO ASSUAGE HIS TERRIBLE FEARS, WHO FARED FORTH IN SUCH A WORLD. AROSE FROM THROATS ANGUISH. DISAPPEARED IN AIR MANY, AND MANY ON THE GROUND, AND MANY AT SEA. IT WAS NOT A PLACE TO LOVE. THUMBS INTO EYES, ENORMOUS EXPLOSIONS OF WHAT WE KNOW NOT, UNTIL SOBRIETY BECAME A VICE. 'OUR BREAKDOWNS GUARANTEE US', SAID A PAL. I SAW HER IN A DREAM, FROM MY DREAM SHE WOKE, PLEASANTNESS & COURTESY & LOVE AND ALL THEM STUFF. SHE HAD LONG HAIR AS IF LONG HAIR ENOUGH TO SMOTHER HORRORS. WHAT WITH HER IN THE SMOKE HE DID HE WILL NOT SAY. PROFOUNDLY TROUBLED OVER MISS BIRNBAUM-- A PHOTOGRAPH! FROM HEAVEN! BY HEAVEN, PLEASE!-- TORTURED WITH HIS PROJECT: LEBENSRAUM! (UNUSED TO PRAY, HE ACHE.) AWAY WITH TREATIES! LASSEN SIE UNS HERAUSGEHEN! (BONY, EITHER, HIS KNEES HURT, ALL OVER HE HURT.) DOWN WITH THE SUPERIOR RACE! ONE LOOK MORE AT THAT FACE LIVE ENCHANTING WOULD TRANCE HENRY TO ASSERT IDEOLOGIES WEIRD: TAKE HER AWAYS: DISBAND THE BUNDS: LEAVE WIZARD HENRY: AT HIS LECTERN WHERE HE'S WORKING ON HIS PHANTASIES: DISPERSE! AND EVERYTHING GOES WORSE SO THE WORLD FILLS WITH HER KNEES, HARMFUL & FAIR: A MEDIUM WHERE 'FUCK YOU' COMES AS NO CURSE BUT COME AS A SIGH OR A PRAYER. THE FATHER OF THE MILL SURVEYED HIS FALLS, HIS DAUGHTERLY RACE, HIS FLUME, HIS CLOVER, PRIVY, OF ALL HIS WATERFALL, FOUND WELL. RAIN FELL IN JUNE LIKE . . . GRACE? ONE FLOPPING TROUT (A RAINBOW) MAKE HIS LUNCH WHO TOOK HIS BAIT. PITCH, & FATE FLOUT. EACH CAT SHOULD SEIZING PRIVATE WATERFALL, OR RENT, AS HENRY DO. SEIZURE IS GALL, I GUESS. YES; WE NOTHING OWN. BUT WE ARE LYING OWNED. WHEN LAST HIS BURNING PUBLISHER TELEPHONED, HE DYING TO CONFESS. THE FATHER AND THE MILL PURVEYED THEIR FALLS: GRIST, GRIST! STILL, STAMPING ON FATE, HE LAUDED HIS LADY; LADIES. WADERS WERE TREBLE AT HIS END OR ENDS. THE FOOL DANCED IN THE WATERFALL LOSING HIS FOOTING, READY. THEY LAID THEIR HANDS ON HENRY, KINDLY LIKE, AND SWOOPED HIM THRO' THE MAJOR & MINOR ORDERS AND SAID TO HIM: 'YOU'RE IN BUSINESS.' 'OW' HE RESPONDED. IT WAS RAINING AT THE TIME, OR CASCADING, OR THE SEAS WERE CLIMBING UP OUT OF THEIR BORDERS, WHEN HE TOOK UP IS-NESS. DRAGONS, GOOD DRAGONS, SPORT IN THE VIOLENT FOAM ON THE SECOND FLOOR OF THE BOSTON ART MUSEUM IN THE JOY OF THE DEAD SUNG MASTER. TIGERS WERE FRIENDLY: THEY DO NOT KILL NEEDLESS AND REMOVE PESTS; DRAGONS ARE MALE, YES. THE SUBJECT: TRIUMPH--DISASTER. I CANNOT HELP HIM. BUT, IF HE REPENTS, I'LL DO WHAT I CAN, MAN. LIKE EXORCISE: A SLOW PROCESS: AT LEAST, UNLESS HE DIES, HE'LL SCREAM WITH LESS VEHEMENCE AND WE'LL GET THE DEVIL A BUS TICKET. THERE ARE VOICES, VOICES. LIGHT'S DYING. BIRDS HAVE QUIT. HE LIED ABOUT ME, MONTHS AGO. HIS FRIENDLY WIT NOW SLID TO APOLOGY. I AM SORRY THAT SENIOR GENIUS REMEMBERED IT. I AM NOTHING, TO OCCUPY HIS THOUGHT ONE MOMENT. WE WENT AT HIS BIDDING TO HIS CABIN, THREE, IN TWO BODIES; AND HE SPOKE LIKE JOVE. I SAT THERE FULL OF LOVE, SALT WITH ATTENTION, WHILE HIS JOKES LIKE NODS PIERCED FOR US OUR MOST STRANGE HISTORY. HE SEEMED TO BE IN CHARGE OF THE ODDS: HURRAH. THREE. THREE. I MUST REMEMBER THAT. I LOVE GREAT MEN I LOVE. NOBODY'S GREAT. I MUST REMEMBER THAT. WE ALL FIGHT. HAVING FOUGHT BETTER THAN THE REST, HE SINGS, & MUTTERS & PROPHESIES IN THE WEST AND IS OUR FLUNKED TEST. I ALWAYS COME IN PROSTRATE; YEATES & FROST. TO THAT BORING SHIT JAMES THOMSON, SEASONAL NOW GENTLY RAIL ON HENRY PUSSYCAT, FOR HE DID BAD, AND PUNISHT HE MUST BE, BY THEM, & BY THEM, & BY ALL. HE'LL LOSE HIS PLACE (IN THE BOOK) AND EACH THING THAT EVER HE VALUED. HE'LL LOSE HIS MINSTRELSY. VAINLY WILL TOPICS CALL FOR CUNNING PUTTING TO WHO SMASHED HIS LYRE, DROWNED HIS HARMONICA, COVERED WITH FOES, AND COUGHED WITH HORROR, & GAVE UTS. ONE WORD OF THEM: (HE'LL LOSE HIS SCHOLAR-IRE, PEREANT QUI . .) A VOYEUR, O AND THOSE THE SLOB'S ASSOCIATES THE AGGRESSIVE TEASE SHOCKFULL OF MALICE, THE DEAD-END OUT-OF-CONFLICT FATHER, THE CLEVER BROTHER & THE DULL, THE NOSEY JESUIT. A TRIBE TO LOSE TO: I LOSE MY RIGHT HAND, SHE LOST THE HONOUR OF HER WORD, AH WELL HENRY FELL AMONG . . IT. THEY WORK NOT WELL ON ALL BUT THEY DID FOR HIM. HE WOLFED FRIEND BREAKFAST, BOLTED LUNCH, & PIGGED BEASTLY YET, MEAT AT MIDNIGHT, JUICE HE SWIGGED, JUICES, AVICADO LEMON'D, ARTICHOKE HEARTS, ANYTHING INNER, EXECPT THE SAUCE. STAND HENRY OFF THE SAUCE. HE SCRUB HIMSELF, HAVE NINE MORE MATCHLESS CIGARETTS, WAITING UPON THE LORD. PASCAL DROP IN, THEY PLACING CAGEY BETS, IT'S MIDNIGHT! BEING AMPLE IN THEIR SKINS THEY HANG AROUND BORED. NEGROES, IGNITE! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO USE BUT YOUR BRAINS, WHICH LET BUST OUT. --WHAT WAS THAT AGAIN, MR BONES? DE BODY HAVE ABUSE BUT IS DE ONE, TOO. --ONE-TWO, THE OLD THRONES TOPPLE, DEAD SOBER. THE DECANTER, PAL! PASCAL, WE FREE & LOOSE. MISUNDERSTANDING. MISUNDERSTANDING, MISUNDERSTANDING. ARE WE STATIONED HERE AMONG ANOTHER THING? SOMETIMES I WONDER. AFTER THE LIGHTNING, THIS AFTERNOON, CAME THUNDER: THE NATURAL WORLD MAKES SENSE: CATS HATE WATER AND LOVE FISH. FISH, PLANKTON, BATS' RADAR, THE SENSE OF FISH WHO GLIDE UP THE COAST OF SOUTH AMERICA AND HEAD FOR GIBRALTAR. HOW DO THEY KNOW IT'S THERE? WE CALL THIS INSTINCT BY WHICH WE DREAM WE KNOW WHAT INSTINCT IS, LIKE MISUNDERSTANDING. I WAS SOFT ON A GREEN GIRL ONCE AND WE SMILED ACROSS AND MARRIED, CHILDED. NEVER DID WE TRULY TAKE IN ONE BURNING WING. HENRY FLOUNDERS. WHAT IS THE NAME OF THAT FISH? SO BETTER ORGANIZED THAN WE ARE OH. SING TO ME THAT NAME, ENCHANTER, SING! THE CHILD STOOD IN THE SHED. THE CHILD WENT MAD. LATER, & SANED THE WISEMEN. PEOPLE GATHERED AS HE CONJOINED THE JORDAN JOINT AND HE SPOKE WITH THEM UNTIL HE GOT SMOTHERED AMONGST THEIR PASSION FOR MYSTERIOUS HEALING HAD. THEY COULD NOT TAKE HIS POINT: --REPENT, & LOVE, HE TOLD THEM FRIGHTENED THRONGS, AND IT IS SO HE DID. DID SOME OF THEM? WHICH NOW COMES HARD TO SAY. THE DATE'S IN ANY EVENT A MATTER OF WRONGS LATER UPON HIM, LEST WE WOULD NOT KNOW HIM, PASS ME A COOKIE. O ONE ABSOLUTELY DID LEST WE NOT KNOW HIM. FASTEN TO YOUR FIRE THE BLESSING OF THE LIVING GOD. IT'S FAR TO SEEK IF IT WILL DO AS GOOD WHETHER IN OUR WOMANLY OR IN OUR MANLIHOOD, THIS GREAT MAN SOUGHT HIS RETIRE. TEARS HENRY SHED FOR POOR OLD HEMINGWAY HEMINGWAY IN DESPAIR, HEMINGWAY AT THE END, THE END OF HEMINGWAY, TEARS IN A DININGROOM IN INDIANA AND THAT WAS YEARS AGO, BEFORE HIS MARRIAGE SAY, GOD TO HIM NO WORSE LUCK SEND. SAVE US FROM SHOTGUNS & FATHERS'S SUICIDES. IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHO YOU'RE THE FATHER OF IF YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF-- A BAD EXAMPLE, MURDER OF ONESELF, THE FINAL DEATH, IN A PAROXYSM, OF LOVE FOR WHICH GOOD MERCY HIDES? A GIRL AT THE DOOR: 'A FEW COPPERS PRAY' BUT TO RETURN, TO RETURN TO HEMINGWAY THE CRUEL & GIFTED MAN. MERCY! MY FATHER; DO NOT PULL THE TRIGGER OR ALL MY LIFE I'LL SUFFER FROM YOUR ANGER KILLING WHAT YOU BEGAN. WHEN HENRY SWUNG, IN THAT GREAT OPEN SQUARE, THE CROWD WAS IMMENSE, THE LITTLE CLOUDS WERE WHITE AND IT WAS ALL WELL DONE. IT'S TRUE HE DID IT, BECAUSE MORE TO BEAR OF HER OPEN EYES & MUTE MOUTH AT MIDNIGHT BEHIND HER LITTLE COUNTER BY THE OTHERS MANGLED, TRYING ON HER THROAT WITH A LARD KNIFE: HE TOOK HIS SHOEMAKER'S AND IT WAS ALL WELL DONE. FOR MORE TO BEAR HE COULD, HA HE COULD NOT WITH A LARD KNIFE. HIS GUILTY THOUGHT HAD HAD TAKERS AND HERE THEY WERE AT IT. AND THE REST GOT OFF & SOMEHOW HERE HE SWINGS IN THE OPEN AIR OF AN EDINBURGH MORNING FOR AN IMPULSE OF MERCY. WHO'S GOOD, WHO'S EVIL, WHOSE TAIL OR WHOSE WINGS CROSSES HIS FAILING MIND. THE STOP WAS MOURNING AND IT WAS ALL WELL DONE. WHEN IN THE FLASHLIGHTS' FLARE THE ADULTERING PAIR SAT UP WITH HORROR UNDER THE CRAB-APPLE TREE (SOON TO BE HACKED AWAY FOR SOUVENIRS) WHILE MASKED & SHEETED FIGURES SILENTLY-- 'KNEEL, I-LOVE,' HE STAMMERED, 'AND PRAY,' HENRY WAS THERE. WHEN FOUR SHOTS SNAPPED, ONE FOR THE REVEREND, HER SICK HOWL, THREE FOR HER, IN THE HEADS, ALL FATAL, AND WHEN HER THROAT IS SLIT SO DEEP THE BACKBONE EDDIES, HER WORSHIPFUL FOOLISH LETTERS STREWN BETWEEN THE BODIES, HER TONGUE & VOICE-BOX OUT, HIS CALLING CARD TIPPED UP BY HIS LEFT HEEL, HENRY WAS TOWARD. WHEN TO THE SMOKLESS MILD CELESTIAL AIR THEY CAME REPROVED & FORGIVEN, HER SOUL HURRING AFTER HIS, WHEN BRIGHT WITH WISDOM OF THE RISEN LORD ENTHRONED, THEY SWAM TOWARD WHERE WHAT MAY BE IS AND WITH THE REST MRS MILLS, LARYNX & TONGUE RESTORED, CHOIRING TE DEUM, HENRY WAS NOT THERE. 'IT WAS NOT GAY, THAT LIFE.' YOU CAN'T 'MAKE ME SMALL,' YOU CAN'T 'PUT ME DOWN' OR TAKE AWAY MY JOB. I AM IMMUNE, ALTHOUGH IT IS NOT GAY. WHY DID WE COME AT ALL, CONSONANT TO WHOSE BIDDING? PERHAPS GOD IS A SLOB, PLAYFUL, VAST, ROUGH-HEWN. PERHAPS GOD RESEMBLES ONE OF THE LAST ETCHINGS OF GOYA & NOT VALESQUEZ, NEVER REMBRANDT NO. SOMETHING DISTURBED, ILL-PLEASED, & WITH A TOUCH OF PARANOIA WHO CALLS FOR THIS THUS OF LOVE FROM HIS CREATURES-O. PERHAPS GOD OUGHT TO BE CURBED. NOT ONLY ON THIS PLANET, I ADMIT; SOMEWHERE. OUR ONLY RESOURCE IS BLEAK DENIAL OR ANTI-POTENT RAGE, BOTH HAVE BEEN TRIED BY OUR WISEST. WHO WAS IT BACK THERE WHO DIED UNSHRIVEN, DARING TO SEE WHAT MORE COULD HAPPEN TO A PAINTER WITH SUCH COURAGE? AM I A BAD MAN? AM I A GOOD MAN? --HARD TO SAY, BROTHER BONES. MAYBE YOU BOTH, LIKE MOST OF WE. --THE EVIDENCE IS DIFFICULT TO STRUCTURE TOWARDS DELIBERATE EVIL. BUT WHAT OF THE REST? DOES IT WAX FOR WRATH IN ITS INFINITE COMPLEXITY? SHE LEFT WITHOUT A WORD, FOR ECUADOR. I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO DISCUSS MORE WITH HER THIS THING THROUGH THE TERRIBLE NIGHTS. A WOMAN. SHE BROUGHT ME SANKA AND VIOLENT DRUGS WHICH WERE YET WHOLLY INADEQUATE. MY DOCTOR DOUBLES THEM DAILY. AM I A BAD ONE-- I'M THINKING OF THEM FIRES & THEIR PERPLEXNESS-- OR MAY A NICHE BE FOUND IN NOTHINGNESS FOR COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED HENRY? BUT IT COMES USELESS TO CANVASS THIS ALONE, OUT OF HER EYES AND SOUND. AIR WITH THOUGHT THICK, AIR SCRATCHED. THE DESKS ARE HINGED. I FORSEE, FOR STORING. AND WHEN A WHILE HAS CHANGED (THE PEOPLE ARE HINGED TOO, FOR STORING) . . . BUT NOW THEY ARE TAKING OUR EXAMS AND THE GREAT ROOM IS BUSY WITH STILL DAMNS. THE PROCTOR'S HINGED & BLUE, THAT'S ME. THE DESKS COME OUT (I COME NOT OUT) EACH AUGUST ON THE MOUNTAIN AND BEAR THOUGHT. I FEEL THEY DO NOT MIND. I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE THE GROSS CREATION HOWLS WITH STORAGE & RETURNS. RINGS FULL OF TOWELS WHEEL, BOTH FIGHTERS ARE BLIND, NOBODY PASSES, NEITHER--OF ALL--AT LENGTH MISS JEWELL'S EYES & MR TORREY'S STRENGTH. MY RAFTERS BULGE WITH DEATH KINDLY ARISING FROM CREAKING BODIES, FROM MY HUNDREDS BRAINING & SELF-BURDENSOME YAWNING DOWN THERE, CATCHING THEIR BREATH. FATHER BEING THE LONELIEST WORD IN THE ONE LANGUAGE AND A WORD ONLY, A FRACTION OF SUN & GUNS 'WAY 'WAY AGO, ON A HILLSIDE, UNDER RAIN, MANEUVERS, ONCE, AT BIG DAWN. MY FIELD-GLASSES SURPASS--HE SANG-- YOURS. WICKED & POWERFUL, SHY HENRY LIFTED HIS HEAD WITH AN OFFERING. BOOTS GREETED HIM & IT. I RACED INTO THE BANK, MY BANK, AFTER TWO YEARS, WITH HEALTHY CHEQUES & NOBODY SEEM TO KNOW ME: WAS I EX-: LIKE DADDY?? O. O . . . I CAN'T HELP FEEL I LIFT' THE STRAIN, TOWARD BOTTOM. GAMES IS SOMEWHAT TOO, BUT YET CERTAINS IMPROVE AS IF UPON THEIR ONLY. WE GRINNED WIF WUV FOR THAT WHICH EACH OF ELSE WAS MASTER OF. CHRISTEN THE FALLEN. ABOUT THAT 'ME.' AFTER A LECTURE ONCE CAME UP A LADY ASKING TO SEE ME. 'OF COURSE. WELL, NOW, SHE SAID. 'YES, BUT I HAVE A LUNCH- EON--' THEN I SAW HER AND SHIFTED WITH REMORSE AND SAID 'WELL; COME ON OVER.' SO WE CROSSED TO MY OFFICE TOGETHER AND I SAT HER DOWN AND ASKED, AS SHE SAT SILENT, 'WHAT IS IT, MISS?' 'WOULD YOU CLOSE THE DOOR?' NOW HENRY WAS PERPLEXED. WE DON'T CLOSE DOORS WITH STUDENTS; IT'S JUST A PRINCIPLE. BUT THIS LADY LOOKED BEYOND FROWN. SO I ROSE FROM THE DESK & CLOSED IT AND TURNING BACK FOUND HER IN TEARS--APOLOGIZING--'NO, GO RIGHT AHEAD,' I ASSUR- ED HER, 'HERE'S A HANDKERCHIEF. CRY.' SHE DID, I DID. WHEN SHE GOT CONTROL, I SAID 'WHAT'S THE MATTER--IF YOU WANT TO TALK?' 'NOTHING. NOTHING'S THE MATTER.' SO. I AM HER. AN UNDEAD MORNING. I . . . SHUFFLE MY POSS'S. LASHED HERE, WITH EARS, IN THE NARROWS, MEMORIED, LIKE A REMAINING MAN, HE CALL TO HIM FOR DISCOMFORT BLUE-BLACK LOSSES, GINS & GREEN GIRLS, GRAG OF THE SLAYING WEED. JUST WHEN IT BEGAN AGAIN I WILL REMEMBER, SOON. ALL WILL BE, SOON. THE LITTLE BIRDS ARE CRAZED. SURVIVE US, GULLS. A HISS FROM DISTANT SPACE HOMES IN THE OVERCAST--TO THEIR GROWN TUNE-- DEAD ON MY FOAMING GALLEY. FEEL MY PULSE. IS IT THE HOUR TO REPLACE MY FACE? DANCE IN THE GUNWALES TO WHAT THEY CANNOT HEAR MY LORN MEN. I BEAR EVERY PIECE OF IT. OFTEN, IN THE WAYS TO COME, WHERE THE SUN RISES AND FULFILS THEIR FEAR, UNLASHED, I'LL WHISTLE BITS. THROUGH THE MAD PILLARS WE ARE BOUND FOR HOME. CALAMITY JANE LIES VERY STILL HER SOLES TO WILD BILL'S SKULL WHOSE SUDDEN GUNS ARE GONE THE PIKE WHAT LEAPT IS TRASH A SUN-DISCOLOURED FLASH SHE LOOKT ON THAT TIME THAT TIME IS GONE GOLD SEEM SOILS THE WHILD HILLS THE BRAIDED SKY A WOMAN IS KINDER HER GUN WAS NOT HIS OWN IN GIRDLE & BRA GO FORTH TO WAR & MINES HER HORSE (HA! HA!) IS WHIFFS OF BONE TURNING I SEE IN SILK & PEARL PLIANT WHILE THE GALE DOES DOWN IN THE CANYONS OF SUMMER COLD JANE, MIDDLETON'S GIRL, YANKEE LADIES, JOAN--BEHOLD WITH A HOT SIGH THEY LIE DOWN FIND ME A SUR-VIVID FOOL, FIND ME ANOTHER ABLE TO RUN THE FIRST, FIND ME TWO FOOLS WITH AN ABSENCE OF SKILLS AND EACH MUST DO PRECISELY SUBLIMELY THE SAME & PRY ON EACH OTHER, UNDER,--AND LEST THIS BE SEEN LET THERE IN THEIR OFFICES SUB-FOOLS WITH SUB-FOOLS INTERFERE: DOING AUGHT ELSE-- (THERE IS A WORK CALLED THE REPUBLIC): OVER THEM SET AN IVY APPOINTEE WHO KNOWS ABOUT FROM NO & NOWHERE; ALSO THEN LET THE ELECTED OFFICALS (NONE THOUGH IN JAIL) DIARRHEA ABOUT DEMOCRACY, STARTING WITH THE HARLEM VICER. BY A FRICTION-VOTE BARELY LET BOSTON MILLIONS IN, DIES THE OPPONENT (IN PUBLIC OPINION, THE CRUDE OF THE 'PAPERS). KEEP ON DOING THAT. I PERSONALLY HAVE VOTED DEMOCRATIC ALL MY LIFE AND HATE FOREIGN IDEAS. FLAPS, ON WINTER'S FIRST DAY, LOOSELY THE FLAG ACROSS THORNS, A THORNY TREE LIKE A SNIPER, LIKE OUR ENTHUSIASM, AND THE SPREAD ASYLUM IN A SPIRIT'S WHICH WE DON' CALL IT. HENRY TOO DRIFTS SAG--AFTER WHAT TIME HIS BABY BORNS. TEN FEEDING BIG BIRDS TREATING WITH CONTEMPT SIR SQUIRREL, WITH LAZY FLAPS OF 18 INCHES; HENRY THEY DO NOT LIKE, & LEAVE. HIS MORNING'S NOT ONE THE SUN SKIMPT, WOODS MILD & FRECKLED BELOW GERIATRICS. OUR OLD SET OF CINCHES SEEM TO 'VE COME DOWN IN THE WORLD--WHAT'S THE PHRASE, I HAVEN'T DRUNK A DRINK IN 7 DAYS, THEY'RE IN A FLAP, A BIND, ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE FREE. TO EACH BLOW SOMETHING NEW CRUNCHED. I WISH MY GIRL WOULD OUT. THE OLD MAN HUNCHED BLIND-SOBER ON HIS PORCH LIKE ME. HENRY WALKED AS IF HE WERE ASHAMED OF BEING IN THE BODY. THIS DID NOT LAST FOREVER HIM BUT MANY OF HIS MOMENTS BEST ON IT HE BLAMED; HIS FUTURE SHRINKING SLIM. 'HIS MAJESTY, THE BODY' KAFKA WROTE A TERRIBLE HALF-TRUTH. VISIONS OF BEAUTY DREW ALL HIM FROM HIS AFFAIRS, O TREACHEROUS EYES! ON A TRANSATLANTIC BOAT A LADY SEEN NOT MET RAN HIM LIKE THE CREW & CAPTAIN. THICKER FEARS CONDENSED ON HIM LIKE ICE, SHOULD HE MEET HER. A TIGER WATCHES FROM A VECTOR. AH, WATCH WE THAT TIGER BACK, AND CHANCE IS KING, A JACKET LINED WITH FUR FOR JUNE, WHILE VIRUSES IN THE BACK SEAT CLAMOUR FOR THE WHOLE MAN GLOWING BLACK. SNOWY OF HER BREASTS THE DRIFTS, I DO BELIEVE, ALTHOUGH I HAVE NOT BEEN THERE. MILD HER VOICE AND OFTEN FOR NO REASON SECRECIES. A HEALTHY PEASANT OUT OF THIS MIGHT WEAVE AN UGLY STORY, WHEN WE MIGHT REJOICE BUT LET'S NOT BOTHER. FOR SIZE, SHE'S MEDIUM. SHE IS NO MATHEMATICIAN. NOR IS HENRY, AND IN THAT THEY'RE ONE. OF OTHER CONGRUENCE WE'LL LESS SAY. THE SKY BEGINS TO BLOND THIS TIGER-LILY HERE IN SARAH'S POT BLONDS, WITH THE CONSEQUENCES DREAM ON OF A PRIVATE LIFE BUT YOU WON'T MAKE IT YOUR FATED LIFE IS PUBLIC, LEST WE CHEER, TAKE IT EASY, KID. YOU LIE UNEASY WHOM WE ALL ENDEAR WHERE STORMS COME DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAINS THE DOG A RUG AWAY IS MUNCHING A BONE. BUSHES LAY LOW. UNEVEN GRASS EVEN LAY LOW. (THE PARKING LOT WAS TRANQUIL.) GREAT SKY HUNG DARK. WE HURRIED. A SPATTERING PURSUED US TO THE ORANGE OLD CHEVROLET AND I WAS OFF TO SPIT A DOUBLE LECTURE, TIRED IN THE CORTEX, FLAT OUT BUT UPRIGHT, WISE WITH NOTES. I LOVE STORMS; I LOATHE THIS WISDOM HENRY GIVES OF. HELP? YES, TO THE ATTENTIVE CHILDREN,-- WHO ONLY, AT TWENTY, INTO EACH OTHERS' ARMS WOULD CARE TO BE CONFIDED, BUT DON'T DARE AND WHO ARE NEITHER MEN NOR NOT, NOR WOMEN NOT. AND SIXTY DO NOT CARE AND THEY ARE BORED WITH THE ELECTRIFYING AIR & THE DON & THUNDER-CLAPS. QUIETLY FOR THE QUESTION OF THE LENGTH OF THE HAIRS ON THE MOLE OF HIS GIRL. CHILD, SAD SIGHTS. A CRUMPLED, EMPTY CIGARETTE PACK. O EMPTY BOTTLE. HEY: AN EMPTY GIRL. FILL 'ER UP, PAL. I COUGH MY PROPER BLOOD. A TIME ADVANCES, BLACK & FULL? WHEN I WON'T HAFTA. SECONAL: . . . NO. LET'S PUT THE ROAD ON THE SHOW. AS FOLK-TALK (WHAT WE HAVE FOR PROVERBS) SWIRL THE VALID & A MAD; YEAH, MAD, AND SO THE VALID, MAN. OFTEN I HAD TO MUTTER WHAT HURT AN' (WHILE SUNSETS ROSE IN THE CLOTHES OF THE FIELD OF GOD) WHAT KIN HURT ON . . . I FIT THE HOLSTER. I WAS NOT SIGHT-SEEIN'. I LOVED HER AND SHE KILLED ME. THAT BE SO. I KILLED HER ALL, TOO. THE ABILITY OF SLEEP LEAVES YOU FOREVER. ODD. SO MUSING, THEY BLEW THE WHISTLE ON THE CAT WHICH WAS THAT. HENRY WANDERED: WEST, SOUTH, NORTH, AND EAST, SOMETIMES FOR MONEY, SOMETIMES FOR RELIEF, SOMETIMES OF PURE FATIGUE, SOMETIMES A STROLLER THROUGH THE MENTAL FEAST FOUND HIM AT SCHWETZINGEN OR AVILA OR THE BLACK HILLS IN DAKOTA, FOUND HIM IN BIZARRE TANGIER OR OUTSIDE DUBLIN OR INSIDE THE PALAIS DES PAPES AT AVIGNON WHERE THE GUIDE SUDDENLY SANG TO SHOW OFF THE ACOUSTICS OR IN THE LAKES TO RELAX. HE ADMIRED THE FANTASTIC AIRWAY INTO HONG KONG ALL CIRCLING PEAKS & WATERS, AND SWEATED IN THE AIRPORT APPERTAINING TO BANGKOK; BUT MOSTLY TRAVEL IS MISSING, BY A NARROW MARGIN, THINGS DESIRED: ELEPHANTA, THE BADLANDS; ONCE A DINNER FELLOW-GUEST & I RECKONED UP MERELY WHAT EACH MISSED DURING HIS MONTHS IN INDIA: TOGETHER WE MADE THE WHOLE SUBCONTINENT SIGH. WE HIT THE GREAT CITIES (ONLY I MISSED MADRAS), HE MISSED BHUVANESHWAR & PATALIPUTRA WITHOUT HAVING SEEN WHICH ONE CAN SCARCELY CLAIM ONE VISITED THE LAND. ONE-DOWN-MANSHIP WE PRACTICED: KONARAK BOTH MISSED, REASONS. BESIDES, HE WAS TRAVELLING. I WAS WORKING, ON LOAN FROM THE STATE DEPARTMENT, HENRY, LESS UNRELIABLE O THAN THEY, DOING IT AGAIN I'D DO IT AT A SAUNTER, LIKE OLD BEN IN PARIS, WHEN AS WE WERE YOUNG & OUR COUNTRY REGARDED AS A TYKE. TRAVEL'S A PLAGUE. BUT THAT'S NO MATTER. SO IS HOME. IT'S PAYING OUT CASH EVERYDAY THAT ACTUALLY BUGS YOU. ISN'T GETTING RID OF OLD FRIENDS WORTH IT? AND THE DESTRUCTION OF MAIL EN ROUTE WORTH ANYTHING? ACCOMPANIES THE COMBERS FOAM INTO WHICH WE DIVE TOO. HE SHOPPED DOWN SLAGHIN, AND THROUGH SIERPES, THREADING CHANDNI-CHAUK HE BROUGHT OFF COUPS, WITH THE CHAMPS-ELYSEES LIKEWISE WAS HENRY NOT UNFAMILIAR: AS OF ANTIQUES & RARE BOOKS HE MURMURED 'WHOSE?' O HE ASKT LITTLE QUESTIONS & GLANCED AT THE EYES OF THE AVID SELLER, SIOR. THAT WAS IN VENICE. ONCE TO ME IN VENICE A MAN TOLD A FACT. I LOOKT INTO HIS EYES AND I SAW HE WANTED LESS: I FOUND MYSELF IN A POSITION TO CHECK THIS FACT BUT DIDN'T: LIFE IS HARD ENOUGH FOR EVERYBODY: HONOUR WANDERS: I BOUGHT IT. ON JOHN R ST. IN DETROIT HE MADE A BARGIN. HE HAS BEEN SHOPPING AROUND THE STREETS OF THE WORLD DECADES & WOES--AND HOW DOES HE SHOW FOR IT? 'ASHES, ASHES. ALL FALL DOWN.' SIAGHIN WAS NOTHING. IT WAS INTO THE CASBAH AT MIDNIGHT WHERE HE WAS TRULY TAKEN, OUT OF HIS PRONE FOR PRODUCTS. MRS THOMAS, MRS HARRIS, AND MRS NEEVEL WERE ALL HIS STUDENTS ALL A SUMMER'S DAY. HE COULDN'T TELL, FROM THE OTHER, ONE. AND HE DID TEACH THEM LUTHER, WHO UNDONE THE SACRAMENTAL SYSTEM & TAUGHT EVIL IS INGRAINED. WHY, THAT WAS A SEXY SUMMER, WITH MRS THOMAS SITTING UNDER HER HAIR ON A CHAIR-FORM & MRS HARRIS & MRS NEEVEL WHO I MAY HOPE FOR MR HARRIS & MR NEEVEL DO GIANT SHRIMP IN OLIVE OIL & LEMON TAKING NO NOTES. MRS T, MRS H, & MRS N FIGURED AMONG MY KIDS, BUSY AS ALL LUTHER WENT INTO SECLUSION, ALONG WITH MRS THOMAS, AND ONCE I FELT IN MY FLYING TACKLE FACE A CLEAT WHEN I SAILED THROUGH THE FIFTH FORM. MY TWIN, THE NAMELESS ONE, WILD IN THE WOODS WHILST I AT PIPPIN'S COURT FLOURISH, AM KNIGHTED: WE MET & FIGHTED ON A RED ROAD, MADE FRIENDS, AND ALL MY GOODS NOW ARE HALF HIS. I PULL THIS OUT OF THE PAST, ST VALENTINE'S FORECAST. TRIM, THE COMPLEX LACE, WHITEST ON RED: MY BABY'S KINDERGARTEN HAD A BALL SAVE ONE GOT NONE AT ALL & TEARS, LIKE THOSE FOR THE ROMAN MARTYR SHED & THE BISHOP OF TERNI WHO SUFFERED THE SAME DAY, SO ANCIENT WRITERS SAY. I SAY, SAID HENRY (ALL DEGREES OF LOVE FROM SKY-BLUE DOWN TO SPIRITING BLOOD, DOWN TO THE ELDER FROM THE NEW, LOOM SANCTUARIES WE ARE PILGRIMS OF, THE PIERCED HEART OVER THERE SEEMS TO BE MINE) THIS IS MY VALENTINE. HENRY RESTED, POSSESSED OF MANY PILLS & GIN & WHISKEY. HE PUT UP HIS FEET & SWITCHED ON SCHUBERT. HIS TRANQUILLITY LASTED FIVE MINUTES FOR (1) ALL THAT UNDONE ALL THE HEAVY WEEKS AND (2) IMAGES SHOOK HIM ALERT. A RAINY SUNDAY MORNING, ON VACATION AS WELL AS FELLOWSHIP, HE COULD NOT REST: BITTERLY HE SHOOK HIS HEAD. --MR BONES, THE LORD WILL BRING US TO A NATION WHERE EVERYBODY ONLY REST. --I CONFESS THAT NOTION BORES ME DEAD, FOR THERE'S NO OCCUPATION THERE, SAVE GOD, IF THAT, AND LONG EXPERIENCE OF HIS WORKS HAS NOT TAUGHT ME HIS LOVE. HIS LOVE MUST BE A VERY STRANGE THING INDEED, CONSIDERING ITS PRODUCTS. NO, I WANT REST HERE, NEITHER BELOW NOR ABOVE. THE THUNDER & THE FLAW OF THEIR GREAT QUARREL ABASED HIS PEN. HE COULD NOT LIKELY THINK. HE TOOK HIMSELF OUT OF IT, BOTH WRONG & RIGHT, BEYOND WELL BEYOND MORAL, IN THE GROVES OF MEANINGLESS RAGE, WHICH ACHE & STINK UNLIKE OLD SHIT WHICH LOSES ITS POWER ALMOST IN AN HOUR, NOW THEY'LL BE PROFESSIONAL: THEY BECAME PROFESSIONAL, AT ONCE WEDLOCKS WENT SOUR BECAUSE THEY COULDN'T COMPETE WITH HENRY, WHO SOUGHT THEIR REALIZATIONS. THE J.P. COUGHED. MARRIED LIFE IS A BOAT FOREVER DUBIOUS, WITH THE BILGE STALE. THERE'S NO GETTING OUT OF THAT. GONGS & LIGHTNING CROWD MY RETURNED THROAT, I ALWAYS WEPT AT PARADES: I KNEW I'D FAIL: HENRY WANDERED BACK ON STAGE & SAT. SCARLATTI SPURTS HIS WIT ACROSS MY BRAIN, SO TOO DOES FIGARO: SO MUCH FOR ART AFTER THE CENTURIES YES WHO HAD FOR ALL THEIR PAINS ABOVE ALL PAIN & WHO BROUGHT TO THEIR WORK A BROKEN HEART BUT NOT AS BAD AS SCHUBERT'S: THAT WENT BEYOND THE POSSIBLE: THAT WAS LIKE A MAN DRAGGED BY HIS BALLS, SINGING ALOUD 'OH YES' WHILE TO HIS ANGUISHT GLANCE THE ARCHITECTURE DIFFERS: HE'S GETTING ON, THE TOPS OF BUILDINGS CHANGE, LIKE A MAD DANCE, THE PIAZZA NAVONA RECOVERS ITS CALM AFTER HE WENT THROUGH, THE FOUNTAIN WENT ON SPLASHING, ALL WAS THE SAME AFTER HIS AGONY, ABANDONED CATS HAD WHAT TO SAY TO YOU, LOVERS PERFORMED THEIR GLORY & ITS SHAME: HENRY PUT HIS FOOT DOWN: FREE. DOES THEN OUR RIVALRY EXTEND BEYOND YOUR DEATH? OUR LOVELY FRIENDLY RIVALRY OVER A QUARTER-CENTURY? ONE OF MY STUDENTS GIVES ME, LATE, A LONG PAPER ON ONE OF YOUR POEMS, WHICH I BARELY CAN STAND FOR EXCELLENCE & LOSS? WHEN WORST IT GOT, YOU WENT AWAY I CHARGE YOU AND WE WILL WONDER OVER THIS IN HELL IF THE CIRCLES COMMUNICATE. I STAYED HERE. IT'S CHANGING FROM BLUE TO BLUE BUT YOU WOULD BE RAPT WITH THE GOLD HUES, WELL, YOU WENT LIKE PIER TO ANOTHER FATE, I NEVER CHANGED. MY DESIRE FOR DEATH WAS STRONG BUT NEVER STRONG ENOUGH. I THOUGHT: THIS IS MY CHANCE, I CAN BEAR IT. I'M NOT A BUDDHIST. I STUDIED THE SYSTEMS LONG, THE HIGH SYSTEMS. COME HUNT ME, ANCIENT FRIEND, AND TELL ME I AM WRONG. TIDES OF DREADFUL CREATION ROCKED LONELY HENRY ISOLATED IN THE MIDST OF HIS FAMILY AS SOLITARY AS HIS DOG. IN ANOTHER WORLD HE'LL HAVE MORE TO SAY OF THIS,-- CONCEPTS CAME FORWARD & WERE GREETED WITH A KISS IN THE PASSIONATE FOG. LUCID HIS PROJECT LAY, BEYOND. CAN HE? LOOSE TO THE WORLD LAY UNIMAGINABLE HENRY, LOOSE TO THE WORLD, TAUT WITH HIS VISION AS IT HAS TO BE, OPEN & CLOSED SINGS ON HIS MYSTERY FURLED & UNFURLED. FLAGS LIFT, STRANGE CHORDS LIFT TO A CLIMAX. HENRY IS PAST. RETURNING FROM HIS TRAVAIL, HE CAN'T THINK OF WHAT TO SAY. THE HOUSE'S ALL ABOUT HIM, SO IS HIS FAMILY. TAME DOORS SWING UPON HIS MYSTERY UNTIL ANOTHER DAY. RESTLESS, AS ONCE IN LOVE, HE PUT PEN TO PAPER-- A STUB POINT WITH REAL INK, HE HATES BALLPOINTS-- AND ON A THICK PAD, ON LAP-- HOW MANY THOUSANDS TIMES HAS THIS BEEN THE CAPER, IN FEAR & LOVE, WITH INTEREST, WHOM NONE ANOINTS, TAKING INSTEAD THE FOURTH RAP-- HABITUAL--LIFE SENTENCE--WILL HE SEE IT THROUGH? OR WILL A LONG VAC, AT THE END OF TIME-- DISCHARGE--GREET GRAVID HENRY? MANY A ONE HIS PEN'S BEEN BAD UNTO, WHICH THEY DESERVED, SOME HONOURED IN HIS RHYME WHICH THEY DESERVED, HEE HEE! A STUB POINT: ONE ODD WAY TO PARADISE HA HA! BUT OF MORE DIGNITY THAN MY TYPEWRITER, THAN MY MARVELLOUS PENCILS DARKER. WE'RE CIRCLING, WAITING FOR THE TOWER & THE MARKER THE RADIO'S OUT, SOME RUNWAYS ARE BRIGHTER AS WE BREAK CONTROL & COME DOWN WITH OUR SIZE. THE TENOR OF THE LINE OF YOUR RETREATS, DONE IN AN INSTANT, HURTS ME FOREVER. WELL, I SUFFER THAT BAD WILL SO LONG AS I SUFFER. YOU WOULD NOT HAVE WANTED THIS, THE CHAINING OF YOUR FRIEND TO YOUR ABYSS WITH ONE OF THE BEST SEATS. I OVERLOOK THE HOPELESS SPECTACLE WITH PITY & LOVE & ALMOST PERFECT ADMIRATION, I FEEL YOUR TERROR. BUT YOU HAVE DISQUALIFIED YOURSELF FOR THIS NATION OF ATTEMPTS & TRIAL-&-ERROR. YOU LOWERED A WALL BETWEEN US WHICH WAS YOUR PRIVILEDGE. NOW YOU MUST NOT EXPECT FEARLESS & FINAL. YOU BECAME ANONYMOUS ANYTHING BUT SUFFERING MORE, AND UNTRUTH AFTER IN YOUR REGARD WILL BE CORRECT HUNG ON THE VEIL YOU TORE. YOU COULDN'T BEAR TO GROW OLD, BUT WE GROW OLD. OUR DIFFERENCES ACCUMULATE. OUR SKIN TIGHTENS OR DROOPS: IT ALTERS. TAKE COURAGE, THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN AND THEY WILL NEVER AGAIN. HOT HEARTS GROW COLD, THE RUSH TO THE SURFACE FALTERS, SECRETIVE GROWS THE DISAPPEARING SOUL LEARNED & UNCERTAIN, YOUNG AGAIN BUT NOT IN THE SAME WAY: HERACLITUS HAD A WISE WORD HERE TO SAY, WHICH I FORGET. WE WAKE & BLUNDER ON, WISER, ON THE WHOLE, BUT NOT MORE ACCURATE. LEAVE THAT TO THE YOUNG, GROPE FORWARD, TOWARD WHERE NO ONE ELSE HAS BEEN WHICH IS OUR PRIVILEGE. BESIDES, YOU GAVE UP EARLY IN OUR AGE WHICH IS YOUR PRIVILEGE, FROM CHATTERTON TO THE BITTER & PRESENT SCENE. I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE OLD, I WANTED TO SAY 'O I HAVEN'T READ THAT FOR FIFTEEN YEARS' OR 'MY COPY OF THAT SEEMS IN THE USUAL COURSE TO HAVE GONE ASTRAY' OR 'SHE--THAT WOMAN MOVED ME TO YOUNG TEARS, EVEN HENRY CAT.' BUT NOW THE MOMENT'S MINE, I FIND I LOVE IT NOT. BASE ENVY OF THE VERY YOUNG AFFLICTS ME, CONTEMPT & BOREDOM, BUT ENVY. I JUST CAME ON MY NOTES FOR AN OLD PLAY, FIFTY VOLUMES I READ FROM WIDENER, THOUGHT THAT NOW WOULD TURN ME GREY ROILED IN MY BURNING BRAIN, CONNOLLY & PEARSE MY HERO-MARTYRS OVER FIFTY BOOKS STAMPT DOWN IN LIME: THEIR TRIUMPH NEEDS A MAN YOUNGER IN RHYME, RESERVATIONLESS, UNFEELING FOR THE WORSE, A YOUNG MAN WITH THREE ROOKS. I DON'T KNOW ONE DAMNED BUTTERFLY FROM ANOTHER MY IGNORANCE OF THE STARS IS FORMIDABLE, ALSO OF DOGS & FERNS WHEN I RECKON UP MY REAL IGNORANCE, PAL, I MUMBLE 'MANY RETURNS'-- NEXT TIME IT WILL BE NATURE & THOREAU THIS TIME IS BAUDELAIRE IF ONE HAD THE SKILL AND EVEN THOSE PROBLEMS O AT THE MYSTERIOUS URGING OF THE BODY OR POE REELED I WITH CHANCE, INSUBORDINATE & A KILLER O FORMAL & ELABORATE I CHOOSE YOU BUT I LOVE TOO THE SPARE, THE HIT-OR-MISS, THE MAD, I SOMETIMES CAN'T ALWAYS TELL THEM APART AS WE FALL APART, WILL YOU LET ME HEAR? THAT WOULD BE GOOD, THAT WOULD BE HALFWAY TO BLISS YOU SAID WILL YOU ANSWER BACK? I CROSS MY HEART & HOPE TO DIE BUT NOT THIS YEAR. DINCH ME, DARK GOD, HAVING SMOKED ME OUT. LET HENRY'S AILS FAIL, PENNIES ON HIS EYES NEVER TO OPEN MORE, THE SHIRES ARE VOTING HIM OUT OF TIME & PLACE, THEY'LL DROP HIS BUNDLE, DRUNKARD & BOY SCOUT, WHERE HE WAS ONCE BEFORE: NOWHERE, NOWHERE. WAS THEN THE THING ALL PLANNED? I MENTION WHAT I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. I MENTION FOR INSTANCE LOVE: GOD LOVES HIS CREATURES WHEN HE TREATS THEM SO? SURELY ONE GRAND EXCEPTION HERE BELOW HIS PRESIDENCY OF THE WIDESPREAD GALAXIES MIGHT ONCE BE MADE FOR PERISHING HENRY, WHOM LET NOT THEN DIE. HE CAN ADVANCE NO CLAIM, SAVE THAT HE STUDIED THY WORD & GREW AFRAID, WORK & FEAR BE THE BASIS FOR HIS TERRIBLE CRY NOT TO FORGET HIS NAME. CAN LOUIS DIE? WHY, THEN IT'S TIME TO JOIN HIM AGAIN, FOR ANOTHER ROUND, THE LOVELY MAN. YEARS ROLL AWAY, AND WE ARE BACK IN LONDON, IN '53. HE WAS DOING THE DOCUMENTARY OF THE EVEREST FILM. (BOOK V IS DONE. WOULD LOUIS HAVE BEEN DELIGHTED THEREWITH?) HE WAS NOT OF THE CHARACTER OF MYTH, & KNEW NOTHING ABOUT CLIMBING. I HAD TO TELL HIM ABOUT LEIGH-MALLORY & LEIGH-MALLORY'S DAUGHTER CLARE, & LEIGH-MALLORY'S REMARK: 'BECAUSE IT IS THERE.' SO HENRY'S THOUGHT RUSHED ONTO A THOUSAND SCREENS BIRDS ARE INCREDIBLY STUPID. MY LOVE FOR LOUIS TRANSCENDED HIS GOOD WORK, AND--OLDER THAN HENRY--SAW HIM NOT IN THE DARK & SUFFOCATING. HENRY, ABSENT ON PARADE, HAIR-TRIGGERED, MOURNED ON MEMORIAL DAY A MANY OF MY DEAD AND ALL OF THE LIVING HE FINALLY DECIDED: IT'S FORGIVING. WE WAKES AT DAWN & WE SITS UP, FORLORNED, BESIDES THE PANIC DREAD. HIS LOVE PASSED ONTO HIM THROUGH ONE A NOTE, WHICH MADE HIM ACHE. NOTES IN THE SULLEN GROUND ARE NOT PASSED, OR FOUND. THEIR SOLITUDE IS GREAT & DUG TO LAST, THEIR FINAL MEMORY THE SCARY BOAT. NOW LET'S HAVE A NEW SOUND: THAT OF THE BANNERS & THE BANDS, AND MY LOVE, IN TRIUMPHANT RECKONING: THEY DIE, WE CHEER, HURRAH FOR THE LOST! THESE THOUGHTS, AND OF HIS LOVE, IN HIS MIND HE TOSSED ENOUGH UNTIL HE NEARLY DIED THEREOF. THEN CAME BACK THE FEAR. ACRES OF SPIRITS EVERY SINGLE DAY SHOOK HEADED HENRY TOWARD HIS FRIENDLY GRAVE. BUT AFTER ONE SQUARE MILE LESS HE SHOOK, MORE HE LABOURED, WITH EACH WAVE FURTHER HE VANISHED, WHILE THE GREAT SKY GREW GREY NEVER TO WAKE AGAIN WHILE THE VISIBLE UNIVERSE GROWS OLDER, WHILE ONFLYING STARS OUT TO MY EDGES SAIL-- THE EDGES OF WHAT? I PAUSE IN A WELCOME DISTANCE OF APPLAUSES HENRY OBEYED SOMETIMES SOME STRANGE OLD LAWS: MOSTLY HE MADE HIS OWN, CUPSHOT. HIGH WEIRD THE HYMNS NOW IN HIS FINAL DAYS, ITEMS HE SOUGHT OF WHAT WAS ONCE CALLED PRAISE WHICH NOW SPITS & SHRIEKS, THEY SAY HENRY'S LOVE IS WELL BEYOND HENRY & ADVISE THE POOR MAN BACK INTO THE TREE GIVING UP SPIRITS & STEAKS. THIS FELLOW KEEPS ON STICKING AT HIS DRUM THE ONLY DECENT GERMAN FOR DECADES. SOME WOULD LIKE YOU TO MAKE ROOM, MOTHER, AND YOU KNOW WHERE WHENCE WE WERE FOXED TO FLOWER INTO POWER & BLOOM, HEADED THENCE FOR THE TOMB. WOMB WAS THE WORD, WHERE HENRY NEVER DEVELOPED. THAT WHICH YOU NEGLECT. THE FACE HE PUT ON MATTERS, SLIGHTLY WRECKED, PASSED MUSTER O AT NOON & WHILE HE SUPPED & ENROUTE BACK TO THE WOMB. THERE WAS NO TIME, IN THE END, TO FINISH HER OFF. HALFWAY HE LEFT HER, WITH THE RIGHT SIDE OF HER HEAD A' GONE, WITH THE STRENGTH TO SPEAK DIMINISHING INSTEAD BUT CURED FOREVER OF THAT COFFIN COUGH & THE REST OF HER HAIR WIND-BLOWN. WHY THEN DID HE MAKE, AT SUCH COST, CRAZY SOUNDS? TO WAKEN ANCIENT LONGINGS, TO REMIND (OF CHILDNESS), TO MAKE LAUGH, AND TO HURT, IS AND WAS ALL HE EVER INTENDED. SHORT CAME HIS COMMANDS. TODAY, IN APRIL, THE CLOUDS HAVE PERSONALITIES. YES, THERE'S A LAMB ONE; THAT'S LYING DOWN; HE WAITS HIS FRIGHTFUL CHANCES; SHE HANGS OVER; THERE'S A DOVE; TWO ARE CONSPIRING; ONE FLIES, WILD. THESE BANKS AND RANKS OF GLOWING CLOUD REQUIRE HIS PASSIONING ATTENTION. THRONG THE FATES, HE COULDN'T CARE LESS, BEING IN LOVE WITH HIS OWN TEEMING LADY,--WHOSE DORSAL FIN IS KEEPING HER NAUSEOUS. WAIT TILL THAT KID COMES OUT, I'LL FIX HER. I'LL BURP HER TILL SHE BLEEDS, I'LL TAKE AN AX TO HER INABILITY TO FOCUS, UNTIL IN ONE WEIRD MOMENT I FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO. THE SUBJECT WAS HER. HE WAS THE OBJECT. CLINGS STILL TO THESE FACTS AFFECT. IF LITTLE CATS COME TO THE PARAPET AND HURT MY SHOLDERS, GROWING THERE LIKE WINGS WHERE MOST I SHOULD GO SAFE: LET'S FACE IT, THAT'S THE LOOKING TO A WET. --I'LL SEE YOU IN THE A.M., DR BONES. --DON'T LEAVE NOW. AN EMINENCE OF MAN, AN IMMINENCE OF HER, BOILS ON MY BROTHERS' DEATHS. NOBODY OWNS MUCH, GOOD FRIEND. A PARAPET WITH WINGS, AN EGG LINED WITH FUR. --I REALLY GOTTA GO. YOU DON' MAKE SENSE. --I DON'T TRY TO. GET WITH IT. WHEN'S SAID & DONE ALL THAT WE DID & SAID & DRANK & DREAMT, A HUNDRED SEASONS HENCE, WHO'LL FORGIVE SUNSPOTS & THE STAINS OF THE SON WHERE ALL WE CRAWLED & BLED? SURVIVE--EXIST--WHO IS AT OTHERS' WILL OPTIONLESS; MAY GELDED BE, BE PUT TO STUD, AND WERE SWEATING SOLD; WAS SOLD. --MR BONES, DAT SLAVEY STILL IS OF OUR FORMER COAST. --WHEN THEY MAKE ME, BUD, I SHOW MY GENITALS, COLD. SAUDI ARABIA IS MAH FAVORITE PLACE. 'CONDITIONED CADILLACS, LIKE BIGOTY TEXAS OF OUR OWN MINDLESS OIL. COME CLOSER, SAMBO. I PLANTING IN YOUR FACE ILEX. YOUR FACE. YOU JUS LIKE A FLEX WHERE THE BULB FAILED. FLAIL UPON BAHREIN, AT ONE HUNDRED-ODD DEGREES AT FOUR IN THE MORNING, WHERE THE OFAYS' CAMERAS WERE DUTYLESS.-- MUSCLE MY WHACK. WE GOTTA TRICKLE. SEIZE THEM MOSLEM TESTICLES, AND PULL. PLEASE HURT MY OWNER, TWICE. IT'S LOVELY JUST HERE NOW IN THE MIDST OF NIGHT: COOL. I TAKE BACK SOME OF MY IMPRECATIONS, SOME. I TURN THE FAN OFF. THE TWENTY-SCORE PEOPLE WHO COUNT ON ME FOR TOMORROW PROBABLY WILL BE SATISFIED. MAYBE I WILL. THE SUMMER HAS BEEN ROUGH, I'VE BOOKED OUR PASSAGE TO A GREENER SCENE AND THERE MY SOUL IS EARNING. MY INSULTED BODY THOUGH STILL IS EARNING HERE. MY O'ERTAXED BRAIN, IN ITS UNITS, HANGS ON BETWEEN. IT EVEN KEEPS AN OFFICE HOUR, A STRANGE LADY RANG UP TODAY TO KNOW WHEN. WE'LL DO OUR BEST FOR THE LADY AND THE HUNDREDS AND WE WILL DO OUR BEST FOR THE CAUSE OF THE BRAIN THOUGH SEA-FOAM TUGS EASTWARD MY HEART, MY MANUSCRIPTS ARE READY FOR TRANSPORT, AND SUDDENLY IT ALL SEEMS QUITE SANE TO A MAN WHO HAS ROLLED UP THE RUGS. AND YET I FIND MYSELF ABLE, AT THIS DEEP POINT, TO CARRY OUT MY DUTIES: I LECTURE, I WRITE. I AM EVEN LECTURING WELL, I THREW TWO CHAIRS THE JANITORS HAD PILED ON THE PODIUM TO THE FLOOR OF THE LECTURE HALL: THE STUDENTS WERE AMAZED IT WAS GOOD FOR THEM, ACTION IN THE MIDST OF THOUGHT, AN ANGRY ZEN TOUCH, SOMETHING NOT WRITTEN DOWN EXCEPT IN THE DIARIES 'MASTER HENRY IS APPROACHING HIS LIMIT.' A LITTLE MORE WHISKEY PLEASE. A LITTLE MORE WHISKEY PLEASE. SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE EITHER IN EDGY HENRY OR THE ENVIRONMENT: THE CONFLICT CANNOT LAST, I SOOTHE MYSELF WITH, THOUGH FOR 50 YEARS THE WAR'S MADE HEADLINES. WAITING FOR FALL AND THE COLD FOGS THEREOF IN DELICIOUS IRELAND. HE TOSSED A FAREWELL PARTY FOR HIS PALS WHO ALL AT ONCE SAT UP TO GROOM THEIR WIVES TO CALIFORNIA'S AIRS, LEAVING HENRYVILLE BEREFT, CARNIVALS- CUM-INTELLECT CLOSED DOWN NOW, OFF IN PAIRS THEY FLEW TO LEAD FRESH LIVES ALAS, WHICH WAS THEIR PERFECT RIGHT, ALAS. HENRY REPAIRED TO DUBLIN, SHOWING HIS BACK, TO THRIVE ON SHANTY-TALK. 'THEY'LL MISS ME TOO' HE MUTTERED, AND 'A SORRY PASS, WHEN THE BEST ARE SO DISPERSED ONE HAS TO CHALK UP THOUSANDS OF MILES FOR ONE CRACK OR CANNY REFERENCE' SHAKING HIS HEAD HE GROANED AND GRINNED AT HIS GREEN FRIENDS ACROSS HIS STOUT BUT HIS HEART WAS NOT IN IT, HIS HEART WAS OUT WITH THE LOSS OF FRIENDS NOW TO BE TELEPHONED ONLY WHEN DRUNK ANDOAT ENERMOUS COST: HE GNASHED OUT A LONESOME TOAST. WILLING THEM WELL! HE HOPED WOULD NOT COLLAPSE AT ONCE THEIR INSTITUTIONS NEW, AND HOUSES. HIS WAS FIRM ENOUGH. HE'D LOOK FOR THEM HEREAFTER ON HIS MAPS, WITH WIVES' DETAILS IN LETTERS: HENRY LOVED, A SCHOLAR WHO SWOOPS, WHO BROWSES, THE DAILY FAR ROUTINE OF ALL HIS FRIENDS LIVING, AND HE GREW VERY GOOD AT IT: COWARD IS HIGH BY TEN, MOSTLY BY NOON THE POETS HAVE MADE AMENDS AND DOWNED THEIR GUILT TOWARD THAT OF OTHER MEN, O AND FAR SCHOLARS SIT BAFFLED OR FLOURISH! YOU'RE FOR BETTER JOBS, I BLESS YOU IN THEIR OUTCOMES, WITH A LIFFEY GRIN: HENRY IS OUT, YOU'RE IN, LONG-TERM: SPARK HIM A FORMULA FOR MOBS YOU'LL TALLY NO MORE: HERE'S TO YOUR TINY CLASSES AND THEREFORE ALL YOUR GRAND WORKS WE'LL SEE WIN FAIL MAY YOUR ENERMIES, ABUNDANT HERE, IN THAT MOST HAPPY CLIME. PLAY IT BY EAR OUT THERE UNTIL ALL'S STRAIGHT AND MAY NO RUDENESS INTERRUPT YOUR PLAY. ONE DECADE'S WAR FORGET, IN WHICH, I MAY SAY, WE'VE SCARCELY WON A BATTLE TO THIS DATE. FRESH FROM THE WOODWORK ISSUED OUR BLUE FOES BOTANISTS & PEASANTS OF ELEMENTRY GERMAN DRONES, DRONES IN THE HIVE FACTION RAN WILD & SO DID MANY VERMIN FRESH FROM THEIR WOODWORK AND WE BORE THEIR BLOWS & CARRIED ON OUR WORK ALIVE. I FEAR THE QUEEN IS SWARMING, TOWARD THE WEST TAKING HER CHOSEN WORKERS, FOR A STUNT LEAVING BEHIND HER HENRY. NO HARM IN THAT, THE OLD SURVIVAL TEST. PARDON MY SORE TOAST, NOMINAL & BLUNT & LET'S GET ON TOWARD THE SEA. LEAVING BEHIND THE COUNTRY OF THE DEAD WHERE HE MUST THEN RETURN & DIE HIMSELF HE SET HIS TIRED FACE DUE EAST WHERE THE SUN RUSHES UP THE NORTH ATLANTIC AND WHERE HAD PAUSED A LITTLE THE WAR FOR BREAD & THE WAR FOR STATUS HAD CEASED FOREVER, AND HE TOOK WITH HIM FIVE BOOKS, A WHITMAN & A PURGATORIO, A ONE-VOLUME DICTIONARY, AN OXFORD BIBLE WITH ALL ITS BAYS & NOOKS & BAFFLEMENTS LONG FAMILIAR TO HENRY & ONE OTHER NEW BOOK-O. IF EVER HE HAD CRAFTED IN THE PAST-- BUT ONLY IF--HE SWORE NOW TO CRAFT BETTER WHICH LAY IN THE HANDS ABOVE. HE SAID: I'LL WORK ON SLOW, O SLOW & FAST, IF A LETTER COMES I WILL ANSWER THAT LETTER & MY WHOLE YEAR WILL BE TENSE WITH LOVE. DECISION TAKEN, HENRY'LL BE BACK ABROAD, FROM WHERE THINGS LOOK MORE INTER'STING, WHERE THINGS AMERICAN ARE SEEN WITHOUT AMERICA'S PERPETUAL SELF-LAUD AS IF EVERYTHING IN AMERICA HAD WINGS, THE WORLD ELSE A CRAWLING SCENE, THE WORLD ELSE PERIPHERAL. NOW GOOD LONDON CRIMES, IRISH & SPANISH SPORTS, JAPANESE DISASTERS HE'LL STILL HAVE BAD OL' TIME EACH WEEK, & THE TIMES, TO CLUE HIM IN TO THE ACTIONS OF HIS MASTERS. HE BOUGHT A LOT OF INK, HAVING MUCH TO SAY, MASTERLESS AFTER ALL, & GAY WITH PROBABILITY, TIME BEING ON HIS SIDE, THE LARGE WORK LARGELY DONE, OVER THE YEARS, THE PRIZES MOSTLY WON, WE WORK NOW FOR OURSELF ALONE, AWAY EVEN FROM PAL & WIFE, IN WAYS NOT TO BE DENIED. WE MISSED QUEBEC BUT NOW THE NORTH SHORE LIGHTS ARE BRIGHT AGAINST THE LOWERED CLOUDS OF DUSK, THEY COME IN TWO BROAD BANDS, NEITHER OF WHICH WAS EVER BEFORE IN HENRY'S SIGHTS, AND HE IS PREPARING NOT FOR STRANGENESS BUT FAMILIARITY'S DEMANDS. THE MANIC GLARE WITH WHICH THESE PASSENGERS TOOK IN ONE ANOTHER IS DIMINISHING INTO ROUTINE, I HAVE MADE MY FIRST AQUAINTANCE AND ONE STEWARD HAS REVEALED TO ME HIS SECRET IN FLORIDA & DULUTH & LONDON. AFTER THIRTY FALLS I RUSH BACK TO THE HAUNTS OF YEATS & OTHERS, WITH A NEW BOOK IN MY BRIEFCASE FOUR TIMES TOO LARGE: ALL YEAR I MUST IN TERMINAL DEBATES WITH ME SAY WHO IS TO LIVES & WHO TO DIES BEFORE MY BLESSED DISCHARGE. RICHARD & RANDALL, & ONE WHO NEVER DID, TWO WHO WILL NEVER CROSS THIS SEA AGAIN, & DELMORE, FILLED HIS PITTED MIND AS THE SHIP FORGED ON I HEAR THE THREE FREAKS IN THEIR DIFFERENT NOTES DISCUSSING MORE & MORE OUR MEANING TO THE OLD WORLD, THEIRS TO US WHICH MUCH WE PONDERED IN OUR YOUNGER YEARS AND THEN COUGHED & SANG THE NEW FORMS IN WHICH ANCIENT THOUGHT APPEARS, THE ALTERING BODIES OF THE LABILE SOULS, FOES FANG ON FANG. THE LOVELY FRIENDS, AND FRIENDS THE FRIENDS OF FRIENDS, PURSUING INSIGHTS TO THEIR JOURNEYS' ENDS SUBTLE & STEADFAST: THE WIND BLOWS HARD FROM OUR PAST INTO OUR FUTURE AND WE ARE THAT WIND, EXCEPT THAT THE WIND'S NATURE WAS NOT TO LAST. A MINIMUM OF TREMOR IN THE BAR. TODAY WAS CHILDREN'S DAY & THE LITTLE TWISS PRINKED OUT AH AS A BUNNY WON OR DID NOT WIN--I FORGET--SECOND PRIZE: I FORGET TO SAY. I FORGET THE GREAT SHIP STEAMING THRO' THE DARK I FORGET THE SOULS SO EAGER FOR THEIR PAIN. GRAND SHIPS' OFFICERS, LARGE HEADS & GOLD BRAID, TWO HAVE JUST DROPT IN, THE AUTHORITY OF THE BARTENDER IS DWARFED I FORGET ALL THE OLD I SEEM TO BE HENRY THEN AT TWENTY-ONE STEAMING THE SEA AGAIN IN ANOTHER BRITISH BOAT AGAIN, HALF MAD WITH HOPE: WITH MY LOVED BASQUE FRIEND I STROLL THE TOPMOST DECK HIGH IN THE WINDY NIGHT, IN LOVE WITH LIFE WHICH HAS PRODUCED THIS WRECK. THE HAND I SHOOK WILL OPERATE NO MORE AFTER FORTY YEARS OF CUTTING. WE ADMIRE THE BLOSSOMS OF YOUTH ON THE TALL ENGLISH BOYS. THE SUN ROARS ON THE SEA TODAY. THE OLD ARE FAT. THESE HANDSOME RAUCOUS ONES ARE SAID TO BE RHODES SCHOLARS. ON THE WHOLE BOAT ONE PASSENGER KNOWS MY NAME & THAT'S TOO MANY. FOG HAS ALL THE SEA WE DRIVE ON PURPOSEFUL. HENRY IS ONE OF THE THREE PASSENGERS WHO IS DOING ANY WORK. GRINS GIVEN STRANGERS DIMINISH HIS ISOLATION. BUT NOW HE LIES IN THE GOLDEN SUN & EATS. FUN & GAMES, THE FRESH ACQUAINTANCES, WITH A HEAVY HEART. WIDE SPORTED THE SEA BEHIND, THE LAND OF ART LAY OFF AHEAD FAR: MEANWHILE CHATS & DANCES, TRIVIAL TRIUMPHS, DEFEATS. MUCH PETTED HENRY LIKE A PETAL THROVE, HIS NARTHEX LET THE GIRLS & PUPILS IN, APTOTIC HE REMAINED HENRY'S OWN MAN, WHEN HE SQUIRMED NOT IN LOVE, FIFTY PRESSURES HERDED ONE DISCIPLINE: THE SUN SHOT UP, IT RAINED, WEATHERING HENRY KEPT ON HIS OWN SIDE, WHATEVER IN THE NAME OF GOD THAT SIDE WAS. AND HE STRUGGLED, PAL. APRICATE NEVER: TOO HE TOOK IN HIS STRIDE MORE THAN MOST MONSTERS CAN. WHATEVER THE CAUSE THEY CALLED HIM MADRIGAL WHEREVER THEY WERE GOING AND WERE GONE. HENRY PEERED QUITE ALONE AS IF THE WORLDS WOULD ANSWER TO A CODE JUST AROUND THE CORNER, DOWN GELID DAWN, BECKONING LIKE A MOAN. SO HENRY'S ENEMY'S LOST, NOT PARANOIA BUT CANCER, LONG. I WOULD HIM VERY WELL, FORGETFUL OR CHOIRING, WHETHER THE GREAT ONE IS HIRING OR FIRING. STATIONED THERE PERMANENT, DOES HE ENJOY A BELL FOR MASS, FOR MATRIMONY, THE PASSING BELL? HENRY WALKED THE CORRIDOR IN DARK, DRUG-DRUNK, SMOKING AND DROPT IT & NEAR-SIGHTED CANNOT FIND. NURSES WILL DEAL HELL IF THE WARD WAKES, CROAKING TO SMOKE ANTIC WITH FLAME. ALL THE PARTS OF THIS DAMNED FLOOR ARE THE SAME. HE SCRABBLED, WORRIED HARD, WITH HALF HIS MIND. LIKE THE BREAKFAST BELL ON FIRE IT BRINGS O HO IT BRINGS AROUND AGAIN WHAT MISERABLE HENRY MUST DESIRE: APLOMB AT THE TEMPS OF THE TOMB. A BEST WORD ACROSS A VOID MAKES A HARD BLAZE. HENRY REACTED LIKE A SNAKE TO PRAISE, HE SHED HIS SKIN APPEARING THENCEFORWARD IN A NEW GUISE SO THE PRAISE WAS FOR HIS PAST, HE NOT THEREIN, SAVING HIM FROM VANITY, THE MIRROR'S EYES, SAVING HIM FROM GREED. LEAN AS A SNAKE HE STAKED HIS CLAIM UPON OBSCURITY: A PRAYER TO BE LEFT ALONE ESCAPED HIM SOMETIMES OR FOR A MIDDLE ZONE WHERE HE COULD BE & BECOME BOTH UNKNOWN & KNOWN, LISTENING & NOT. A FLOWER A YEAR, ENOUGH TO GRIEVE HIM ON, TO THE EXTENT THAT ONE IS ABLE, FROM ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN WITS, HE WAS PLEASED WITH & ONE HAS JUST NOW COME, AN UNEXPECTED & TRIUMPHING CABLE WHEN LEAST HE HOPED FOR HOPE, & MOST NEEDED IT, MAKING HIM FEEL AT HOME. IN NEIGHBOURHOODS EVIL OF NOISE, HE DEPLOYED, HENRY, STANCE UNHEROIC. SAY YES WITHOUT OFFENDING. IN OUR CAREER HERE GOOD WILL WE TOO WITH ILL. WRINKLE A GRIN. THE PLACE IS NOT SO BAD, CONSIDERING THE ALTERNATIVE WITH REAL FEAR. TO HIMSELF SAID MR BLOOM. BUT IS IT THAT NOW? AS ONE HUNGARIAN JEW TO ANOTHER, I HAVE SEEN GRINS THAT TEST OUR PATIENCE, PAL. THINGS ARE GETTING OUT OF HAND, GAFFERED ANOTHER ONE. BLUNDERING, FALTERING, UPHILL ALL THE WAY & ICY. O SAY YES WITHOUT OFFENDING. HIS HEART, A MUD-PUDDLE, SANG. 'SERVE, SERVE' IT SANG, AND IT SANG THAT ALL DAY. NEW TASKS WILL CRAZE YOU IN YOUR HAPPY ENDING. LET GO WITHOUT A PANG. IT IS, AFTER ALL HER! & IN THE LATE AFTERNOON OF THE LAST DAY! & SHE IS EVEN MORE DELIGHTFUL THAN LONGING HENRY EXPECTED: PARISIENNE, BI-LINGUAL, TEACHES ENGLISH, AT 27 UNMARRIED, FOR SHE HAS NOT FOUND ANYONE 'NOT ORDINARY': (ANOTHER COUPLE IN THE CLUB HAVE COME TO TERMS) ON THIS LAST DAY SHE IS MORE BEAUTIFUL HIGH-COLOURED EVEN THAN HENRY'S WIFE WHO IS PALE, PALE & BEAUTIFUL: YVETTE'S ANKLES ARE SLIM AS THE THOUGHT OF VARIOUS POETS I COULD MENTION & SHE TILTS HER HEAD PROUDLY. 'TWOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE FOR HER TO LOSE HER DIGNITY, I NOTICE THIS AT DUSK IN A RISING SEA, SUCH AN EXCELLENT LADY I WILL HAVE MORE TO SAY AT A LATER TIME WITH MY WHOLE CRACKED HEART, IN PROSE OR RHYME OF THIS LADY OF THE NORTHERN SEA. WHY IS IRELAND THE WETTEST PLACE ON EARTH YEAR-ROUND, BEATING CALCUTTA IN THE MONSOON & THE TROPICAL RAIN-FOREST? CLEARLY THE SUN HAS MADE AN EXCEPTION FOR IRELAND, THE SUN GROWLED & SHONE ELSEWHERE: IOWA, DETESTABLE STATE. ADORABLE COUNTRY, IN ITS COUNTRYSIDE & PERSONS, & ITS HABITS, & ITS PAST, MARTYRS & HEROES, ITS NOBLE MONKS, ITS WILD MEN OF HIGH PRIDE & POETS LONG AGO, SYNGE, JOYCE & YEATS, AND THE RANKS FROM WHICH THEY ROSE. DETESTABLE STATE, MADE OF SWINE & CORN, RICH & IGNORANT, PASTLESS, WITH ONE GREAT TREE IN IT & DOUBTLESS CERTAIN SOULS PERPLEXED AS THE IRISH WHETHER TO SHOUT OR MOURN OVER MAN'S RIDDLING FATE: ALTER, OR STET: COLD & GOLDEN LAY THE HIGH HEROINE IN A WILDERNESS OF BEARS. HIS SPIRIT FLED UPON THIS APPARITION. SHE NEVER MOVED BUT THE BEARS WERE MOVED TO MOVE AND IF HE COULD HAVE BEEN SURE THAT SHE WAS DEAD HE WOULD HAVE FLED FOR ALL HIS LOVE LEAVING BEHIND HIM FRACTURED VOWS, FOR HE LOATHED BEARS. THEIR GIANT FORELEGS & THEIR TERRIBLE PAWS NOT TO MENTION THEIR TEETH, THEIRS LIKE AN OLD SABRE-TOOTH TIGER'S FAMISHED & WILD HURLING HIMSELF UPON A MASTODON AND GORGING, RECONCILED. JUST ONCE, THE TIGER WONDERED TO ITSELF: I AM THEIR ENEMY, I HAVE ENEMIES ALMOST AS BAD AS FR. ROLFE; FRIENDSHIP IS OUT. HOW THEN CAN WE ADMINISTER OUT AFFAIRS IN THE ABSENCE OF SLAVES & STEWARDS, IF YOU PLEASE, WHO MAY HIRE US FOR THEIRS. THE IRISH SKY IS RAINING, THE IRISH WINDS ARE HIGH, THE IRISH SUN COMES BACK & FORTH, AND I IN MY IRISH PUB PAST PUBERTY & INTO PUB-ERTY HAVE SENT MY IRISH WIFE & CHILD DOWNTOWN, I LAPSE LIKE AN IRISH CLOWN. I DREAM, AND GOD KNOWS HENRY'S DREAMS ARE VIVID AS THE HORSES IN POONA, LUSTROUS ON THE TRACK WHOSE FATHER WILL NOT SWIM BACK RUINED IN A GRAVE IN OKLAHOMA LOVELESS EXCEPT FOR HENRY STEEPT IN HOMER & TIMON & LIVID. HENRY, WHO WAS ALWAYS A CRASH PROGRAMME, SMILED, AND THE SMILE WAS WORSE THAN THE RICTUS OF THE VICTUM, 'ANOTHER DROP' SAID MICK. HE PUT HIS SILVER DOWN, HE TOOK BACK ALL HIS LIES, HE WENT DOWN CHIMNEYS UNDER THE IRISH SKIES & THE LAST VOICE IN DRAWLED; 'HENRY? A BRICK,' WHAT GALL HAD HE IN HIM, SO TO BEGIN BOOK VII OR TO DESIGN, OUT OF ITS HOTSPUR MATERIALS, ITS ULTIMATE STRUCTURE WHEREON WILL CRITICS BROWSE AT LARGE, AT HEAVEN ELEVEN FINDING IT WAS NOT CLIFFHANGERS OR OLD SERIALS BUT ACCORDING TO HIS NATURE O THE BABY HAS HAD ONE MILLION & THIRTEEN FALLS, NO WONDER SHE HOWLS IN LATIN. THAT BABY HAS GOT TO LEARN THINGS INCLUDING REMAINING ERECT & ON DECK & ALL, HER STUDY OF HERSELF MUST INCLUDE NO WINGS. SHE'S STURDY, BEAUTIFUL, & SHE WILL DO, UNLESS THE UNIVERSAL HOMAGE TURNS HER HEAD AS IT WELL MIGHT DO MINE, HYPMOTIZED BY THE LITTLE BABY, WHO HAS EARS ONLY FOR DIANA & THE BEAST, & MOMMY, & ADMIRERS & HER MIR, INSTEAD OF BROTHERS & SISTERS COMING ON LIKE SWINE. I BROKE A MIRROR, IN WHICH I FIGURED YOU. HENRY DID NOT LAVISH HIS HOPES: HE HOPED TO DESTRY WITH THIS ONE ACT THE COUNTER-FORCES AGAINST YOUR ART'S DESIGN, THE BURGEON OF YOUR HEART. YOU HAVE ENEMIES, MY DEAR. IT IS A FACT THAT YOU HAVE ENEMIES: ONE WORD OF PRAISE HAS GROUPED AGAINST YOU GANGS AGAINST THAT WORD OF DECENT PRAISE: I URGE YOU, WITH MISGIVINGS, ON, THESE DAYS, THE TEMPREATURE OF THE END HAS NOT BEEN TAKEN, SO I HAVE HEARD, I TRUST YOUR DETESTATION OF CARLYLE THE EVIL WAY A GENIUS CAN GO. I HOPE YOU HATE CARLYLE & EMERSON'S INSUFFERABLE ESSAYS, WISDOM IN EVERY LINE, WHILE HIS WIFE CRIED UPSTAIRS, DISGUSTING EMERSON & RILKE. YOU DEAR YOU, CLEARING UP HENRY'S FORGEIN AFFAIRS, WITH YOUR SWORD & ARMOUR HEADING FOR HIS BANK, A CABLE GONE ASTRAY: EXCEPT FOR YOU HE HAD HOPPED IN THE LIFFEY & SANK. NOW WHAT CAN HE IN RETURN DO: UPSTAIRS? DOWNSTAIRS? YOU RUN YOUR LIFE EVERY DAY SO WELL IT'S HARD TO THINK OF ANYTHING YOU NEED AND I ONLY SUPPLY NEEDS, NEEDS & CEREMONIES, I'LL SEND YOU THE LAST THIRTEEN, IN ALL OF WHICH HENRY IS EXTREMELY DEAD BUT TALKATIVE. TO YOU WITH YOUR PEAT MOSS & LEAF-MOULD & LITTLE SOFT WET HOLES WHERE YOU PUT GINGER, BLOODROOT & BLUEHEADS & PEARLY EVERLASTING,--WHAT CAN HE SAY OF WORTH? IN ALL HIS NINE LIVES HE WAS SELDOM SO PLEASED BEEN TO BE ON THE SAME EARTH WITH YOU, MY DEAR. WE GET ON BETTER THAN MOST HUSBANDS & WIVES. OF GRACE & FEAR, SAID LADY VALERIE, YOU ARE THE MASTER, HENRY PUSSY-CAT. AFTER THAT A LOVELY SILENCE, THE LADY SAT THERE, AWAY IN ILLINOIS, HENRY SAT HERE, IN DUBLIN'S FAIR CITY, CLOSE TO KILLARNEY BAY. O THAT BAY IS EXCELLENT, THE ATLANTIC IS BLUE AND SOON WE'LL TAKE A PLANE ACROSS IT TO LONDON, PARIS & ROME & ATHENS & THEN, IF ALL GOES WELL, JERUSALEM WHERE ALL THOSE FINE JEWS ARE, & HOLY PLACES IMPERFECTLY DETERMINED. O THE SEA IS BLUE, & YOU ARE MY HONEY DEAR, PURRED HENRY FAR AWAY, IN CRISIS. FEAR & GRACE, SHE SUDDENLY SAID. A SWEET THING TO SAY. HENRY WAS A NEEDER OF A VERY FEW OR EVEN OF ONE READER IN THE BRIGHT AFTERNOON OUTSPREAD. GOLDEN HIS MAIL CAME AT HIS JOURNEY'S END, HENRY WAS BACK IN ACTION. HIS OLD FRIEND LIKED HIS ANCIENT SONNETS, AND INSTITUTIONS HAD COME UP TO SCRATCH AWARDING HENRY MUCH: NOW HE WAS ON HIS OWN, NO LECTURES, NO SEMINARS, ONLY THE ACTUAL: I PERFECT MY METERS UNTIL NO MOSQUITO CAN GET THROUGH, I LOVE THE LIFFEY, RUINED CASTLES (THREE) MAKE MY BLOOD FLOW & THAT IS WHAT MY DOCTOR WOULD CONTRA-INDICATE IN MY CASE. IS THERE MORE TO SAY? SURELY I'VE SAID ENOUGH, MY MIND HAS BEEN LAID OPEN FOR THIRTY YEARS, AS WHEN I SPOKE OF LOVE & EITHER COULD NOT GET IT OR HAD TOO MUCH OF IT, IMPENETRABLE HENRY, GOATISH, RESERVED, WHOSE HEART IS BROKEN. HENRY IN TRANSITION, TRANSIENT HENRY, RUBBED HIS EYES & HURT. HE WAS ON TV WITH HIS BABY DAUGHTER, AND HOUSMAN'S RHYME O IN THIS CASE WAS 'OUGHTER AND HENRY DID HIS BLOODY LEVEL BEST FOR ALL THEM YOUNG ENGLISHMEN & SO DID HIS DAUGHTER. THE BABY ON A MILLION SCREENS, HURRAH, MY ALMOST PERFECT CHILD, IN THE MIDST OF THE CAMERAMEN & DADDY'S HIGH-LIT READING. SHE NEVER MADE A PEEP TO THAT SENSITIVE MIKE MY BORN PERFORMER. WE'LL SEE HER THROUGH SMITH & THEN DADDY BY THEN WILL BE THE NEAREST GHOST, HONEY, BUT WON'T RETURN. DADDY'S HEART SANK AT LEAVING THE LOVELY BABY. YOUR MOMMY WILL BE WITH YOU, WHEN HENRY'S A BLANK, YOU'LL HAVE TO STUDY HIM IN SCHOOL, AT MOST, TROUBLED & GONE HENRY. THE IRISH HAVE THE THICKEST ANKLES IN THE WORLD & THE BEST COMPLEXIONS. UNNERVED BY BOTH, HENRY RESERVED HIS VOTE. A DREADFUL DREAM, ME STRANDED ON A RED ROCK SLOPE UNABLE TO GO UP, OR DOWN, OR SIDEWAYS: SHOUT FOR THE FIRE DEPARTMENT? YOUR FIRST DAY IN DUBLIN IS ALWAYS YOUR WORST. I JUST FOUND MY FLY OPEN: PANIC! A DEPRESSING & BADLY WRITTEN LETTER, VERY LONG, FROM NORTHERN CALIFORNIA ENCLOSING A BAD POEM. FEAR OF PROVING UNWORTHY TO MY SELF-IMPOSED TASK. FEAR. AND HOW WILL HIS LAST DAY IN DUBLIN BE, AWAY SO MANY LABOURS?--OFFER UP PRAYERS, MR BONES. DOWN ON YOUR KNEES. LIFE COMES AGAINST NOT ALL AT ONCE BUT IN LAYERS. --YOU OFFERS ME THIS HOPE. NOW I THANK YOU, DEPRESSED, DOWN ON MY KNEES. YOUR FIRST DAY IN DUBLIN IS ALWAYS YOUR WORST & TODAY IS BETTER, AS WHEN THIRTY YEARS AGO I RECOVERED MY SPIRITS ONCE. UNSHAVEN, TIELESS, WITH THE MOST EXPENSIVE DRINK IN THE ROOM, I HAVE RECOVERED A LITTLE. THE ROOM IS FILLING WITH IRISH TYPES--ONE GORGEOUS GIRL, PIPE-MEN, CIGARETTE-MEN, A PORTENTOUS BLACK BEARD, & THE ACCENTS ARE FLYING: THE ALL-SERVICE MAN IS A GIANT WITH A SHOCK OF RED HAIR & AN EASY AIR. HENRY IS FEELING BETTER, OWING TO THREE GIN-&-VERMOUTHS. HE IS SEEKING WHERE TO LIVE & PURSUE HIS WORK. THE IRISH ARE NOT NEAT, EXCEPT IN THE BOOK OF KELLS. THE SKIRTS ARE AS SHORT HERE AS IN MINNESOTA. WHAT THE SERVICES NEED IS A TEEN-AGE H-BOMB: FASHIONS THEIR ELDERS CAN FOLLOW. HIS SHOES ARE MONUMENTAL, EGYPTIAN, AY THE TWO AT MY LEFT ARE GIVING IT VERBAL HELL. WITH HIS ODDITIES ABOUT MONEY & HIS ENIGMATIC LADIES, THE GIANT PRESENCES CHAINED TO ST PATRICK'S, TUMULTUOUS, SERENE, THEIR MIGHTY STINT DONE, LARGER IN STONE THAN LIFE, LARGER THAN HENRY'S BELIEF WHO NOW RETURNS AT FIFTY, CONFLICT-SCARRED, TO SEE HOW THEY ARE DOING: WHY, THEY ARE DOING JUST WHAT THIRTY YEARS AGO HE THOUGHT THEY WERE DOING, AND IT IS NOT HARD, NEITHER IN DOUBT OR TROUBLE, NEITHER GAINING NOR LOSING, JUST BEING THE SAME O. HIS FRANTIC HUGE MIND LEFT HIM LONG BEFORE THE END, HE WANDERED MAD THROUGH THE APARTMENTS BUT ONCE WAS SEEN TO PAUSE BY A SHELF & LOOK AT A COPY OF THE TALE OF A TUB: HE TOOK IT DOWN & WAS HEARD TO MUTTER 'WHAT A GENIUS WAS MINE WHEN I WROTE DOWN THAT BOOK.' COLD & GOLDEN LAY THE HIGH HEROINE IN A WILDERNESS OF BEARS. THE FOREST TRAMPED. HENRY WAS NOT AT EASE. INTRUSIONS HAD CERTAINLY BEEN MADE ON HIS DIGNITIES, TO HIS FURY. LOOKING AROUND, HE FELT CRAMPED. HE SAID: THIS PLACE IS THEIRS, I'LL REMOVE ELSEWHERE, I WILL NOT LIVE HERE AMONG MY THUGS. LO, AND HE WENT AWAY TO DUBLIN'S FAIR CITY. THERE HE MET AT ONCE TWO LADIES DEAR WITH PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS. HENRY COULD NOT SAY LIKE THEIR PARISH PRIEST 'PRAY'. HE IMMERSED HIMSELF IN THEIR DISABLED FATES THE CATAFALQUE ABOVE ALL FOR INSTANCE T--'S AND OTHERS' BOUND TO COME THE WHITE HOUSE INVITATION CAME TODAY, THREE WEEKS AFTER THE RECEPTION, HEY, HENRY NOT BEING AT HOME. 'THREE IN HEAVEN I HOPE' SAID OLD JANE TO HENRY 'AND ONE IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL AND THREE WED.' HENRY HAD ONLY THREE. JACK'S LOUNGE ROARED AROUND THEM THEY CHATTED OVER THEIR KIDS, TEN-THIRTY. WORK'S OVER, EXCEPT HENRY'S: MORE. THE IRISH CLOUDS OUTSIDE GIVING US AN IRISH DOWNPOUR. THE BABY IN HER HIGH & HURRIED VOICE BABBLES WHILE HENRY ROCKS & ROCKS; AGED FOUR. I DO LOVE THAT BABY. CHIEFLY IN PAUL & MARTHA, CALLED TWISSY-PITS, AND JACK-KNIFED HOW ON THE FLOOR SHE SITS DOING HER COLOURING & HER SCISSORING. BROUGHT JERRY WITH ME HOME LAST NIGHT, KATE GOT CROSS, JERRY LIKES MY BABY TOO. WORKING & CHILDREN & PALS ARE THE POINT OF THE THING, FOR THE GRAND SEA AWAITS US, WHICH WILL THEN US TOSS & ENDLESSLY US UNDO. MARIS & VALERIE HELD HIS GRAND ESTEEM EXCEPT FOR MAYBE ELLEN ON HER HILL-TOP IN NORTHERN CALIFORNIA: MARIS THE VIVIDEST WRITER YET, A TEAM NOT A WOMAN, BRINGING BANK MYSTERIES TO A STOP, RELISHING GARDEN MYSTERIES, WITH THE ENIGMA OF BOYD EVER AT HER ELBOW AS ELLEN HAS THE ENIGMA OF PHIL, WHILE VALERIE HAS ONLY & ALWAYS HER OWN IN HER DARING & PLACID BEAUTY, WHICH BESTOW WARILY, MY DEAR, WARILY, WARILY, LEST THEY WANT THAT ALONE. I WROTE TO THE WHITE HOUSE YESTERDAY, REGRETTING THE LATENESS OF AN INVITATION THERE, WE COULDN'T ACCEPT: I SHOULD HAVE CONSULTED HIM ON MY SPLENDID GETTING FOUR LADIES TO WRITE TO HENRY: WHO IS MOST FAIR, INGENIOUS & ADEPT? LIKE THE SUNBURST UP THE WHITE BREAST OF A BLACK-FOOTED PENGUIN AMID INFINITE QUANTITIES OF GIN HENRY PERCIEVED HIS SUBJECT. IT CAME NEARER, LIKE A GUILTY BYSTANDER, STOOD CLOSE, LEAVING NO ROOM TO PONDER, MICKEY MOUSE & THE TIGER ON THE TABLE. LEAVING THE END AFT OPEN, TOUCH THE MEANS, WHEREBY WE RIPEN. TOUCH BY ALL MEANS THE MEANS WHEREBY WE COME TO LIFE, ENDURING THE MANNER FOR THE MATTER, AY I SING QUICKLY, OFFERED HENRY, I SING MORE QUICKLY. I SING WITH INFINITE SLOWNESS FINITE PAIN I HAVE REACHED INTO THE CORNER OF MY BRAIN TO HAVE IT OUT. I SAT BY FIRES WHEN I WAS YOUNG, & NOW I'M NOT I SIT BY FIRES AGAIN, ALTHOUGH I DO IT MORE SLOWLY. THE DANISH PRIEST HAS HORNS OF SOLID FIRE THE ANGRY LITTLE LADY IS FOR HIRE HENRY REMEMBERS IT ALL HIS HOUSEMOTHER MISS DULON WITHOUT A WRINKLE THE LONG SWEET DAYS OF FALL THE LONG SWEET DAYS OF YOUTHS STRIVING TOGETHER FRIENDS SO INTENSE THE WORLD SEEMS TO HOLD NO OTHER HENRY REMEMBERS ALL A NIGHT WITH A DRUNK B-GIRL & A DRUNK PAWNBROKER THEY THREW HIM OUT IN THE END, A HALF-DRUNK JOKER WHEREAS THEY WENT IN HER ROOM ON BUSINESS THE GREEN GREEN FIELDS BETWEEN COBH (KHOVE) & DUBLIN WHITE HORSES GRAZING, MOST SPLENDID SINCE KENTUCKY HENRY REMEMBERS FIRE IRISH TENORS IMPROMPTU IN THE LOUNGE THIRTY YEARS OF MOSTLY LABOUR & SCROUNGE THE FIRE OUT OF HAND, THE EMBERS THE IRISH MONK WITH HORNS OF SOLID MIRE PILLAGED THE COUNTRYSIDE: HAW HAW THEY CRIED THIS IS OUR FAVORITE MONK HE DID THEM DOWN DIRTY LIKE A LOW-DOWN SKUNK THE IRISH SKY REMAINED FITFUL & WIDE WITH CLOUDS BRIGHT AS FIRE HELEN OR HENRY IS REBORN IN THIS PLACE OF THE PAST THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY LIVES ON & ON HENRY IS OVERCOME WITH THIS SOLIDITY WHERE SHALL HE FIND A HOME? THE IRISH CONVERSE ABOUT PRACTICAL QUESTIONS & ABOUT FINDING US A HOUSE FAST. COLD & WEARY SOUGHT HE A HEARTH, NOT JUST FOR NOW BUT ALL THE WORKFUL MONTHS TO COME, ADRIENNE SUCCOR ME, BE ON MY SIDE THIS IS THE CHIEF LION-BREEDING PLACE: I BOW GENTLY TO MY SUPERIORS, BEING MERELY MEN WHO HAVE NOT BEEN DENIED. THE WOMEN OF KILKENNY WEEP WHEN THE TEAM LOSES, THEY DON'T SEE THE MATCH BUT THEY CRY. MAD BETTORS EVERYWHERE, THE SIGN ''TURF ACCOUNTANT'', MEN SLIPPING IN & OUT. PEOPLE ARE ALL THE SAME, THE SEAMEN ARGUED: HENRY FEELS THE SPANISH & IRISH & BENGALIS ARE THOROUGHLY ODD. AMERICANS, WHOM I PREFER, ARE HOPELESSLY NORMAL. THE JAPENESE ARE BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE & FORMAL, FORMAL HENRY FOUND. WE SHOULD HAVE LOWERED THE BOOM ON OURSELVES IN OUR MOTHER'S WOMB, DIXIT HENRY'S PAL ABOVE GROUND. & STRONG OF MY LARGE WORK, WHICH WILL APPEAR, AND BAFFLE EVERYBODY. THEY'LL SEEK THE STRANGE SOUL, IN RAIN & MIST, WHEREAS THEY SHOULD RECALL THE PRETTY COUSINS THEY KISSED, AND STICK WITH THE SWEET SWITCH OF THE BODY. FALLEN LEAVES & LITTER. IT IS SEPTEMBER. HENRY'S MONTHS NOW BEGIN. MUCH TO BE DONE BY MERRY CHRISTMAS, MUCH TO BE DONE BY THE AMERICAN THANKSGIVING (I HATE THESE ENGLISH CIGARETTS), MUCH TO BE DONE, MUCH TO BE DONE. I WENT SHOPPING TODAY & CAME BACK WITH A BOOK ABOUT THE EASTER RISING, REALITY & MYTH-- ALL HENRY'S OLD HEROES, THE O'RAHILLY, PLUNKETT, CONNOLLY, & PEARSE, SPRING BACK INTO ACTION, FATUOUS CAMPAIGNERS DEWY WITH PHANTASTIC HOPE. PHANTASTIC HOPE RULES HENRY'S WAR AS WELL, ALL THESE ENTERPRISES ARE DOOMED, ALL HUMAN PLEAS ARE HEADED FOR THE NIGHT. WAIT THE LIME-PITS FOR ALL ORIGINATORS, WOUNDED PROPPED UP TO BE EXECUTED, AFTERWARD KNOWN AS MARTYRS. HIS GIFT RECEDED. HE COULD WRITE NO MORE. BE SILENT THEN, UNTIL THE THING RETURNS. WE HAVE GOETHE'S WARRANT FOR IDLING WHEN NO THEME PRESENTS ITSELF OR NONE THAT CAN BE HANDLED SUITABLY: I FALL BACK ON THAT HIGH WORD. I HATE HIS RACE THOUGH, EXECPT HOLDERLIN & KLIEST, WHOM HE CLASPED BOTH TO HENRY'S BOSOM: A SUICIDE & A MADMAN, TO TEACH HIM LESSONS WHO WAS SO FAR NEITHER. THE LANGUAGE BEST HANDLED BY A FOREIGNER, KAFKA, OLD PAL. HENRY, MONSTROUS BUG, LAID HIMSELF DOWN ON THE MACHINE IN THE PENAL COLONY WITHOUT A SINGLE REGRET. HE WAS ALL REGRET, SWALLOWING HIS OWN VOMIT, DISAPPOINTING PEOPLE, LETTING EVERYONE DOWN IN THE FORESTS OF THE SOUL. FAMISHT HENRY ATE EVERYTHING IN SIGHT AFTER HIS ANCIENT FAST. HIS FASTING WAS VOLUNTARY, SELF-IMPOSED. HE SPECIALLY LIKED HUNKS OF DECENT BREAD SOPPED IN OLIVE-OIL & CUT RAW ONION, SPECIALLY. WOMEN, CIGARETTS, LIQUOR, NEED NEED NEED UNTIL HE WENT TO PIECES. THE PIECES SAT UP & WROTE. THEY DID NOT HEED THEIR PIECEDOM BUT KEPT VERY QUIETLY ON AMONG THE CHAOS. AN OLD OLD MISTRESS RECENTLY RANG UP, HERE IN IRELAND, TO SEE HOW HENRY WAS: HOW WAS HE? DELIGHTED! HE THOUGHT SHE WAS 3000 MILES AWAY, SAFE WITH HER CHILDREN IN NEW YORK: SHE'S COMING AT FIVE: WE'LL WELCOME HER! I HAVE MOVED TO DUBLIN TO HAVE IT OUT WITH YOU, MAJESTIC SHADE, YOU WHOM I READ SO WELL SO MANY YEARS AGO, DID I READ YOUR LESSON RIGHT? DID I SEE THROUGH YOUR PHASES TO THE REAL? YOUR HEAVEN, YOUR HELL DID I ENQUIRE PROPERLY INTO? FOR YEARS THEN I FORGOT YOU, I PUT YOU DOWN, INGRATITUDE IS THE NECESSARY CURSE OF MAKING THINGS NEW: I BROUGHT MY FAMILY TO SEE ME THROUGH, I BROUGHT MY HOMAGE & MY SOFT REMORSE, I BROUGHT A BOOK OR TWO ONLY, INCLUDING IN THE END YOUR LAST STRANGE POEMS MADE UNDER THE SHADOW OF DEATH YOUR HIGH FIGURES FLOAT AGAIN ACROSS MY MIND AND ALL YOUR PAST FILLS MY WALLED GARDEN WITH YOUR HONEY BREATH WHEREIN I MOVE, A MOTE. THE IRISH SUNSHINE IS LOVELY BUT A BELFAST MAN LAST NIGHT MADE A PASS AT MY WIFE: HENRY, WHO HAD PASSED OUT, WAS HORRIFIED TO HEAR THIS NEWS WHEN HE WOKE. THE IRISH SUNSHINE IS LOVELY AS IT COMES & GOES. THE COUNTRY IS FULL OF CON-MEN AS WELL AS THE LOVELY GOOD. SAINTS THRONG THESE SHORES, & ANCIENT PRACTICES CONTINUE IN THE DOLMENS, RUINED CASTLES ARE STANDARD. THE WHOLE PLACE IS GHOSTLY: NO WONDER YEATS BELIEVED IN FARIES & PERSONAL SURVIVAL. A TRIM SURBURBAN VILLA ALSO IS HAUNTED, BY ME. HEAVEN MADE THIS PLACE, ALSO, ASSISTED BY MEN, GREAT MEN & WEIRD. I SEE THEIR SHADES MOVE PAST IN FULL DAYLIGHT. THE HOLY SAINTS MAKE THE TREES' TOPS SHIVER, IN THE ALL-ENCLOSING WIND. AND WILL LOVE LAST FURTHER THAN TONIGHT? TO HENRY'S AMERICAN FATE, WHICH WAS TO BE WELL, HAVE MONEY IN THE BANK & BE AT HOME. HE CAN'T THINK WHAT TO DO UNDER THIS CLUSTER OF MISFORTUNE & HELL, HE GAVE A LAST WAVE & SANK BACK ON HIS RENTED PILLOW, SORE AT HEART, AMAZED. IT'S TIME FOR CABLES TO COME TO THE RESCUE BUT CABLES DO NOT COME. HE COULD HAVE DONE WITH JUST A CERTAIN SUM OF WHAT WAS DUE HIM: PLUS THE PAIN, THERE'S SMART & PUZZLEMENT TOO. PITY HIS VIGIL, FAR AWAY, DONE FOR ALMOST, & CHOICELESS. THE FICKLE IRISH SKY SHINES DOWN FOR A CHANGE, STOPPING SHORT OF HIS PILLOW. HIS THOUGHT TORE. WERE THERE ANY OTHER GODS HE COULD DEFY, HE WONDERED, OR RE-ARRANGE? BEHIND ME TWICE HER NECESSARY KNIGHT SHE COMES LIKE ONE OF SPENSER'S LADIES ON ON A WHITE PALFREY AND IT IS COLD & FULL DARK IN THE VALLEY, THOUGH I HAVEN'T SEEN A DRAGON FOR DAYS, & FAINT MOONLIGHT GIVES MY HORSE FOOTING TILL DAWN. MY LADY IS ALL IN GREEN, FOR INNOCENCE I AM IN BLACK, A TERROR TO MY FOES WHO ARE NUMEROUS & STRONG. I HAVEN'T LOST A BATTLE YET BUT I AM TENSE FOR THE FIRST LOSING. I WIPE BLOOD FROM MY NOSE AND RAISE UP MY VOICE IN SONG. HARD LIES THE ROAD BEHIND, HARD THAT AHEAD BUT WE ARE ARMED & ARMOURED & WE TRUST ENTIRELY ONE ANOTHER. WE HAVE BEATEN DOWN THE FOULEST OF THEM, LUST, AND WE PACE ON IN PEACE, LIKE SISTER & BROTHER, DOING THAT TO WHICH WE WERE BRED. BLOW UPON BLOW, HIS FIRE-BREATH HURT ME SORE, I UPPED MY BROAD SWORD & IT HURT HIM MORE, WITHOUT HIS TALONS AT A LOSS & DRAGONS ARE STUPID: I WHEELED AROUND TO THE BACK OF HIM MY CHARGER SWIFT AND THEN I TRIMMED HIM TAIL-LESS. OFFERING DRAGONS QUARTER IS NO GOOD, THEY RE-GROW ALL THEIR PARTS & COME ON AGAIN, THEY HAVE TO BE KILLED. I SET MY LANCE & TOOK HIM AS I WOULD, IN THE FIERY HEAD, HE CRUMPLED LIKE A MAN, THAT THRICE FOR LADY VALERIE I WOULD SUFFER BUT NOT BE WAX FROM LIKE A BASE-BORN DUFFER, NO NO, SIR HENRY WOULD WIN. UNTIL A DAY THAT WAS NOT PROPHESIED, HAVING RESTORED HER LANDS. MY LOVE & PRIDE FIXED ME LIKE A SAFETY-PIN. MY MOTHER THREW A TANTRUM ON A HIGH TERRACE HURLING DOWN WATER-BOMBS ON MY BROTHER & ME, NONE OF WHICH LANDED? AFTER A PANIC SCENE IN A RESTAURANT & IN THE STREET: I HAD PICKED OUT FOR HER A PEACH SWEET INSTEAD OF ONE WITH A CATHOLIC NAME. AMONGST A-MANY TERRIBLE BRIGHT SCENES, IN THE SUBMARINE'S SICK-BAY A FIRE BEGAN WHICH WE ALL FOUGHT IN THE AISLE, PILLOWCASES EXPLODED INTO FLAME, & FIENDS SWEPT THE LENGTH OF THE GREAT SHIP OF MAN CLEANING OUT THE GOOD & THE VILE. HENRY WITH JOY LAY DOWN FOR HIS NEXT BOUT OF REST, IN HAPPY EXPECTATION OF THE NEXT ASSAULT ON HIS DIVIDED SOUL. DOES THE VALIDITY OF THE DREAM-LIFE SUPPOSE A MAKER? IF SO WHAT A CARELESS MONSTER HE MUST BE, WHOLE, TAKING THE CLAWS WITH THE PURR. HAPPY & IDLE, SONGLESS HENRY SWUNG NEXT SPRING, SEEING HIS METHODICAL TOILS FORDONE: CONGRATULATE HIM. HA HA, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY RUNG BY RUNG, SWAYING IN THE SEASTORM, WITHOUT SUN, EYELESS IN THE SPRAY & GRIM HE COUNTS THE ANXIOUS MONTHS TO HIS ARRIVING: TOILS WITHOUT SURCEASE: WICKED NIGHTS: ILL DREAMS WHEREIN VALERIE NOT TO HIS SIDE (CONSIDERING ALL THE CONDITIONS) STREAMS AND ALL HIS FRIENDS DESERTED FROM HIS STRIVING SAVE TWO, SKILLED & WIDE & WISE: FOR THEM ALONE HE SACKED HIS BRAIN & FOR MISS CARVER, WHO WAS RUTH ITSELF & WHO WILL VISIT HERE COME SPRING: MY WIFE WILL MAKE HER RIGHT AS RAIN AND HENRY'S WORK, ON THE ATLANTIC SHELF WILL BEGIN TO DISAPPEAR. HAVING ESCAPED, EXCEPT IN HIS DREAMS, MANY DOOMS AND IT DOES NOT SEEM LIKELY NOW THAT HIS OLD PHANTASY, OF HAVING HIS LEFT LEG SAWED OFF HE CAN SEE & HEAR, CONVALESCENT HENRY: HIS HOUSE HAS MANY ROOMS WHEREOF FROM ONE HE'LL CABLE HIS DOCTOR IF THEY ARE ABOUT, AFTER A FINAL GAME OF PINGPONG, TO TAKE OFF HIS LEFT LEG & FLAME THE STUMP--THAT GOES WITH THE STORY-- & BANDAGE IT, & SHRIEK A CRIPPLE SONG, & BUY HIMSELF A PEG: PEG-LEG, PEG-LEG, HIS GOLDEN VOICE DID ARIA THE BETTER FOR HIS CHANGE, HE COULD PLAY PINGPONG SITTING DOWN & THERE WAS ONE LEG NO MORE COULD HAPPEN TO-- I THRUST A KNIFE INTO IT, IT DOESN'T HURT, AS THEY TOOK IT AWAY DOWNTOWN. STEPS ALMOST UNFAMILIAR TOWARD HIS DOOR DEEP IN NIGHT CAME. 'I AM A FIERCE OLD MAN' HENRY CALLED OUT. WAS IT HIS MOTHER? MIGHT IT BE A WHORE OUT OF HIS YOUTH? SOME FOE--COLD HIS BLOOD RAN-- FORGOTTEN IN THE CROWD FEMALE HE'D KNOWN THROUGH HAIRY YEARS COME BACK FROM THEMISCYRA COME TO PUSSY-CAT LAND IN HELMETS & MINISKIRTS-- SEE THEM ALL DOWN THE MALL! BUT THIS ATTACK WAS SINGULAR: HE WAITED: A SOFT HISS BAD TO HIS EARS, & HURTS, BORNE THROUGH THE OPEN TRANSOM TO HIS WINCING BED: IT WAS NOT HER, NOR HER, NOR HER: WAS THEN IT SHE COLD IN STEEL & SWORDED & UNFORGIVING: PENTHESELIA DREAD! HIS NERVES HEAR THE LOCK TURN. 'I AM--' CRIED HENRY, WAKING SWEATED & SORDID. O LAND OF CONNOLLY & PEARSE, WHAT HAVE EVER YOU DONE TO DESERVE THESE TRAGIC MASTERS? YOU COME & GO, FREE: NOTHING HAPPENS. NELSON'S PILLAR BLOWS BUT THE BUSSES STILL GO THERE: NOTHING IS CHANGED, FOR ALL THESE DISASTERS O WE FOUGHT OUR FREEDOM OUT A LONG WHILE AGO I CAN'T SEE THAT IT MATTERS, WE CAN'T HELP YOU LAND OF RUINED ABBEYS, DISCREDITED SAINTS & BRAINLESS SENATORS, ROOFLESS CASTLES, ENEMIES OF JOYCE & SWIFT, ENEMIES OF SYNGE, ENEMIES OF YEATS & O'CASEY, HOLD YOUR FOUL GROUND YOUR FILTHY COUSINS WILL COME AROUND TO YOU, BARELY ABLE TO READ, THOSE MASTERS WHO CAN BOTH READ & WRITE, IN THE HIGH IRISH STYLE. I GAVE MY LOVE A COOKIE, AS I SAID, WHICH SHE ATE. 'APU-APU' WAS MY DREAM. MY LOVE WAS ALL IN GREEN, AS I SAID. 'UNAM SANCTAM' WAS MY OTHER DREAM, IN A CHAPEL WHERE NONE OF MY FAMILY COULD TAKE DEGREES, ONLY START THEM, & MOTHER WAS DEAD I KNELT AT A SHALLOW ALTAR HIGH ON THE RIGHT WHERE SHE HAD PRAYED. THE CARPET WAS BLUE-GREEN. THE SCHOLARLY FRAME WAS FRENCH, GOGUEL & GUIGNEBERT & THE ECOLE DES HAUTES ETUDES: I TOOK MY MOTHER'S HAND, WHICH WOULD NEVER HOLD A DEGREE, AND SHOOK IT, BEHIND HER BACK. I GAVE MY LOVE A COOKIE, IT WAS HER FATE TO BE INVOLVED WITH HENRY PUSSYCAT, I FEEL ONLY PITY FOR HER. I'LL SPARE HER ALL I CAN, IN IRELAND & ELSEWHERE, IT MUST HAVE BEEN THAT COOKIE WHICH SHE ATE, NEVER TAKE COOKIES FROM CATS. CHURCHILL WAS EVER-ACTIVE & CRAMMED WITH GLEE, HENRY WAS MORBID, INACTIVE, & A CHILD TO ANGST, THERE THE DIFFERENCE ENDS. THEY BOTH DRANK, HEAVILY. BUT THAT IS NOT THE REASON WHY THIS WITTY & SPORTIVE DINOSAUR IS A HERO TO HENRY & AMONGST HENRY'S FRIENDS, GIVEN A DIFFERENT TURN OF LUCK, WOULD VALIANTLY HAVE FIGURED. BOTH WROTE THINGS DOWN, BOTH THOUGHT ON THEIR FEET, AND BOTH SPENT THE BULK OF THEIR LONG LIVES OUT OF FAVOUR: NO BED OF ROSES CUSHIONED ANY FROWN DISABLING THEIR ACHIEVEMENT: MALICE WAS THEIR APPOINTED AIR, & WITH DEFEAT THEY WERE FULLY FAMILIAR: IN THE END THE GRAND TRIUMPH CAME DOWN LIKE LIGHTNING ON ONE MATCHLESS, & NOW THAT'S OVER LET'S SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE SECOND STILL IN FULL TIDE, WITH A STYLE STERN WICKED & SWEET AND O MUCH, SO MUCH TO BE DONE. HENRY IN IRELAND TO BILL UNDERGROUND: REST WELL, WHO WORKED SO HARD, WHO MADE A GOOD SOUND CONSTANTLY, FOR SO MANY YEARS: YOU HAD SO MANY GIRLS YOUR LIFE WAS A TRIUMPH AND YOU LOVED YOUR ONE WIFE. AT DAWN YOU ROSE & WROTE--THE BOOKS POURED FORTH-- YOU DELIVERED INFINITE BABIES, IN ONE GREAT BIRTH-- AND YOUR GENEROSITY TO JUNIORS MADE YOU DEEPLY LOVED, DEEPLY: IF ENVY WAS A HENRY TRADEMARK, HE WOULD ENVY YOU, ESPECIALLY THE BEING THROUGH. TOO MANY JOURNEYS LIE FOR HIM AHEAD, TOO MANY GALLEYS & PAGE-PROOFS TO BE READ, HE WOULD LIKE TO LIE DOWN IN YOUR SWEET SILENCE, TO WHOM WAS NOT DENIED THE MYSTERIOUS LATE EXCELLENCE WHICH IS THE CROWN OF OUR TRIALS & OUR LAST BRIDE. CONTROL IT NOW, IT CAN'T DO ANY GOOD, YOUR GRIEF FOR YOUR GREAT FRIEND, KILLED ON THE DAY HE & HIS WIFE & THREE WERE MOVING TO A LARGER HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET. OUR DEAD FRISK US, & LATER THEY GET BETTER AT IT, OUR WITS ARE STUNG ASTRAY TILL ALL THAT WE CAN DO IS GROAN, BEREFT: TEARS FAIL: AND THEN WE RECKON WHAT IS LEFT, NOT WHAT WAS LOST. I NOTICE AT THIS POINT A DIVIDED SOUL, HEADED BOTH FORE & AFT AND GUESS WHICH SOUL WILL SWAMP & LOSE: THAT HOPING FORWARD, BRISK & VIVID ONE OF WHICH WILL NOTHING EVER BE HEARD AGAIN. ADVANCE INTO THE PAST! HENRY MADE LISTS OF HIS SURVIVING FRIENDS & OF THE VANISHED ON THEIR UNCANNY ERRANDS AND TOOK A DEEP BREATH. MY RIGHT FOOT BEING COLDER THAN MY LEFT KNEE, I PUT IT ON IT: MY RIGHT ARM IS UNDER THE PILLOW WHICH IS VERTICAL, TRANSVERSE NEVER: MY RIGHT CHEEK'S HAPPY ON IT, STALE SWEAT DEVELOPING OVER HOURS MAKES ME CHANGEY, I SHIFT STRAIGHT OVER ON MY BACK, SEE, & MY THOUGHTS ARE DIFFERENT & MORE STRAIGHTFORWARD THAN ON MY SIDE, MUCH LESS MY SELDOM STOMACH: HALF-DREAMS CEASE: O YES, IF HENRY WANTS A LITTLE PEACE IN THE VIGILS LONG HE RIGHTS ONTO HIS BACK, HE CAN'T SLEEP BUT THE HORDE OF TERRORS FRESH FROM HENRY'S SHAMING PAST & YET THIS PROGRAMME IS SOUND: FAST ON YOUR SIDE LIE, PAL, WITH ONE KNEE FAST UNDER YOUR CHIN, THE HORRID WAKING NIGHT, WHY, IT BEATS UNDERGROUND (OR I RESERVE MY OPINION). FREUD WAS SOME WRONG ABOUT DREAMS, OR ALMOST ALL; BESIDES HIS INSIGHTS GRAND, HE THOUGHT THAT DREAMS WERE A TRANSCRIPT OF CHILDHOOD & THE DAY BEFORE, CENSORED OF COURSE: A TRANSCRIPT: EVEN HIS LESSER INSIGHT WERE MISUNDERSTOOD & BECAME A BORE EXCEPT FOR THE KNOWING & TROUBLED BY THE FALL. GRAND JEWISH RULER, CUSTODIAN OF THE PAST, OUR PAEDEGOGUE TO WHIP US INTO TRUTH, I SEES YOUR LONG STORY, TYRANNICAL & TRIUMPHANT ALL-WISE AT LAST YOU WHOLLY FAILED TO TAKE INTO ACCOUNT YOUTH & HAD NO INTEREST IN YOUR GLORY. I TELL YOU, SIR, YOU HAVE ENLIGHTENED BUT YOU HAVE MISLED US: A DREAM IS A PANORAMA OF THE WHOLE MENTAL LIFE, I TOOK ONE ONCE TO FORTY-THREE STRUCTURES, THAT ACCOUNTED IN EACH FOR EACH WORD: I DID NOT YELL 'MAMA' NOR DID I TAKE IT OUT ON MY WIFE. --I WRITE WITH MY STOMACH: HENRY RUEFULLY; AND MY STOMACH IS IMPROVED, I WRITE WITH MY PURSE AND LONG SUMS HAVE COME FROM FOREIGN PLACES. I WRITE HERE BY THE SEA & THE GULLS GO OVER MY GARDENS. I WRITE TERSE & THE WASTEBASKETS FILL LIKE HOME. I WRITE WHAT I DESIGN, GROANED MORTAL HENRY. HAPPINESS WAS OURS TOO BUT DID NOT STAY, NEITHER MISERY MAY. THE MONEYS & THE TUMMY GREW TO A GALE WAFTING HIM ONWARD WHERE HE WOULD NOT AIL BUT INVENT ENDLESSLY. 'I HELPED TO WIND THE CLOCK' CRIED THE O'RAHILLY, 'I COME TO HEAR IT STRIKE'--SO IN AT THE DEATH HENRY REQUIRED TO BE. HE BROUGHT HIS ANCIENT BRAIN, HIS FAULTLESS BREATH, HIS LIVER & HIS LIGHTS, HIS GRAND ENERGY, & FLOURISHT LIKE A SYCAMORE TREE. HENRY ON LSD WAS HENRY INDEED POUNDS SHILLINGS PENCE, MADE A MOUNTAINING LANDSCAPE ALL HIS RELATIVES DANCED IN SHAMELESS AIR COKE CAME FROM HIS NOSE THE VATICAN WAS A GRAPE THE BABY'S ANIMALS TEAR BLUE FLEW THE PARENTS THROUGH THE HUMID DUSK, THEY CAN'T ARRANGE FOR THE YELLOW COLLECTION OF SHELLS WHIMPER NEAR THE CITY CENTRE HE TOLD A DIRTY STORY, ANGRY & BRUSQUE, HE ATE BLACK-EYED PEAS SINCE THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE HE LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR HIS MENTOR HIS MENTOR FOUND WAS BLACK & RIPE, A FLOATER, WE'LL THREAD THE EYES, ARGUED THE OLDEST ONE, & BURY IT AT SEA TO GET RID OF THE SHROUD PUT ON FULL THE MOTOR, JUST A LITTLE HUMP, SINK IT IN THE RISING SUN, ABOMINABLE & IMPENETRABLE HENRY. THE TWISS IS A TIDY BUNDLE, CHIRPED JOYOUS HENRY, ALL OTHER DREAMS FORGOTTEN. ACRES OF JOY SPRING WHEN SHE STRODE THE BIKE BEHIND HER MOTHER, ALL SO NEAR THE SEA WHERE NEVER SHE HAS BEEN. A LITTLE BOY IS WHAT IS DADDY'S MIKE, THAT WHICH HE SEEKS & FEARS HA HA. HE'S SUPPOSED TO FEAR, SINCE EVERYONE ELSE DOES, BUT ACTUALLY HE CAN'T MAKE IT. HE BROADCASTS FREELY. CANTONS OF CANDY FOR THE LITTLE TWISS HERE. SHE WON A PRIZE ON BOARD, ONE AT THE CHURCH, AT THE SUPERMARKET & IN THE HOTEL SHE WAS EXTRAVAGANTLY ADMIRED, I WONDER IT DOESN'T TURN HER SILLY HEAD, THE LITTLE BABY. UNIVERSAL CLOUDS, AN IRISH SKY, SAID WHAT WOULD BE HER FATE, TEARS & A CHILD AND A FATHER OLD & WILD. THIS IS THE THIRD. WHAT HAVE I MORE TO SAY EXCEPT THAT I HOPE THAT IN MY DYING HOUR NOBODY WILL BE ASHAMED OF ME: MAY I NOT BE SCARED THEN OF THAT FINAL VOID INTO WHICH I LAPSE, LEAVING ALL MY POWER & MEMORY BEHIND ME. THERE'S A LOT OF HAIR IN IRELAND, MUCH OF IT RED. AN ULTIMATE SEGMENT OF IRISHMEN ARE DEAD. CLIMB OVER THE TOMBS TO FIND THE GAY LIVING AT YOUR FEET, THE INTELLECTUAL GIRL WITH GOOD LEGS & FINGERS AT HER BROW, LISTENING TO A WHIRL OF TALK FROM HER COMPANIONS: HE DIED IN FULL STRIDE, A GOOD WAY TO GO, MAKING THEM WONDER WHAT'S MISSING, A STRANGENESS IN THE FINAL NOTES, NEVER TO BE RESOLVED, BEETHOVEN'S, GOYA'S: YOU HAD BETTER GO TO THE PRADO DOWNSTAIRS, TO SEE ON WHAT I AM INSISTING. TRUNKS & IMPEDIMENTA. MY MANUSCRIPT WON'T GO IN MY HUGE SPANISH BRIEFCASE, SOME INTO A BAG. PACKING IS AN INDIA'S WOMEN'S, I WONDER EVERY TIME HOW I MANAGE IT & I HAVE DONE IT THIRTY-FOUR TIMES, BY COUNT. IT'S TIME TO SETTLE DOWN-O BUT NOT YET. I WANT TO HEAR THE INTERMINABLE SEA AND MY SPIRITUAL EXERCISES FOR OTHER CIVILIZATIONS ARE WELL UNDER WEIGH. SHIPS I LOVE, & ON SHIPS STRANGERS: YVETTE CHOINAIS, THE LITTLE MAN FROM CAMBRIDGE WITH THE LITTLE BEARD PADDING ABOUT ALONE BAREFOOT WITH A LITTLE BOOK. HIM HENRY NEVER MET, BUT MLLE CHOINAIS HE SELF-MET & SWUNG WITH ON THE PENULTIMATE DAY: O THERE WAS A FEARFUL LOSS, WE COULD HAVE TALKED THE WHOLE WEEK'S JOURNEY THROUGH PARMI SOME CHASTE CHAT ABOUT ME & YOU AND OF NOT BEING MARRIED AT TWENTY-SEVEN THE SEMI-CROSS AND NOW I'VE SENT, CUSTODIAN OF SONGS, MANY TO SOME: WHICH WILL SURPRISE THEM, THOUGH THEY'D ALL ASKT. AS FOR THE REST, HENRY SOUNDS LIKE EIGHTY VIET CONGS IN THEIR LITTLE SWEET EARS: NO STRATAGEM WITH WHICH HE HAS BEEN TASKED WILL EVER BRING THOSE BABIES INTO CAMP, HURRAH: WILL NEVER BRING. HENRY'S LISTENERS MAKE UP A GALLANT FEW, AS I HAVE SAID BEFORE: BRING NEARER THE LAMP, WE'LL FIND THEM OUT, WITH LIGHTNING, IN THE TORRENTS THAT ARE MERELY HENRY'S DUE AND ARE GOOD TO THE LAND: MERCIFUL RAIN BEATS BACK & FORTH, COMPLETING THE DESTRUCTION OF HIS ROSES. HE WOKE & ROSE AGAIN TO CIRCUMAMBULATE THE LEAST OF HOUSES WHERE HE FOUND NO DAMAGE, SAVE TO THE FLOWERS WHICH WERE ONLY BY RENTAL OURS. THRUMS UP FROM NOWHERE A DISTINGUISHT WAIL, THE GRIEFS OF ALL HIS GRIEVOUS FRIENDS, AND HIS, OUR SEDATE SUBURB, THE CAPITAL OF WHAT IS, A LATE SEPTEMBER FLY GOES BY, LEARNED & FRAIL, AND CEMETERY RIDGE GLARES DOWN THE YEARS OF LOSSES TO THIS END THAT THE NOTE FROM MY BANK THIS MORNING WAS STAMPT WITH SIR ROGER CASEMENT, NO 'SIR,' JUST THE PORTRAIT & YEARS: ABOUT WHOM YEATS WAS SO WRONG THIS DISTINGUISHT & SENSITIVE MAN LIVED IN THE GRIP OF A HOMOSEXUAL OBSESSION, EVEN THE 'TOOLS' OF NATIVE POLICEMEN EXCITED HIM. YEATS KNEW NOTHING ABOUT LIFE: IT WAS ALL SYMBOLS & WORDSWORTHIAN EGOTISM: YEATS ON CEMETERY RIDGE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN SCARED, LIKE YOU & ME, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN, BEFORE THE BULLET THAT WAS HIS, STUDYING THE MOVEMENTS OF THE BIRDS, SAID DISAPPOINTED & AMAZED HENRY. IN HIS COMPLEX INVESTIGATIONS OF DEATH HE CALLED FOR A LOCKSMITH, TO BURST THE TOPIC OPEN WHERE SO MANY FRIENDS HAVE GONE IT'S CROWDED THERE, OR LONELY, I CAN'T SAY WHICH, NO MESSAGES RETURN, THEY PRESERVE SILENCE INCLUDING THE GREAT AUTHOR OF THE LEOPARD. WHOM HENRY NEVER MET: HE WOULD HAVE LIKED TO DO & THEY COULD HAVE TALKED ABOUT SHAKESPEARE & STENDHAL FOR SUNNY WEEKS AFTER A GREAT WHILE HENRY WOULD MURMUR: I HONOUR YOU (WITH EMPHASIS HIS LIFE HAVE SELDOM DEMANDED, PAL): GREAT MEN CAN SPRING ON US IN A SECOND: OUR HEADS MUST BE HELD READY FOR A NOD, ENCOUNTERING A MYSTERY: I NOD TO ROLFE & ALL THE OTHER UNPOPULARS INCLUDING THAT WORST CAREER, WHOSE WAS IT? GOD'S I SEEM TO REMEMBER, HE MAKES ME WISH I HAD TAKEN UP GOLF OR THE STUDY OF THE STARS. <[ 336> HENRY AS A LANDLORD MADE HIS EIGHT FRIENDS LAUGH BUT HENRY LAUGHED NOT: THE LITTLE SCRAGGLY-BEARDED JERK HAS NOT PAID HIS RENT FOR TWO MONTHS: A COMMERCIAL XXXX, WITH TWO CHILDREN: IF THEY COULDN'T AFFORD THE HOUSE, WHY MOVE INTO IT? GRRRRRR. THIS PASSION BOTHERED HIS IMPORTUNATE THOUGHT THREE THOUSAND MILES AWAY & MADE HIM WILD AT THE JERK, AT HIMSELF FOR A FOOL, AT ALL MATHEMATICIANS EXCEPT WEYL & EINSTIEN WHO WALKED OFF WITH HIS UMBRELLA LEAVING HIS EVEN SHABBIER OWN. I SAY I'LL HAVE THE LAW ON SCRAGGLY-BEARD AND HE WILL PAY BOTH THROUGH HIS NOSE & ASS, I'LL BLACKLIST HIM. BUT WHAT A BORE IT IS, BEING A LANDLORD: SO HELP ME CHRIST, IT'S WORSE THAN A HASTY MASS OR A TUNELESS HYMN. THE MIND IS INCALCULABLE. GREATLY EXCITED TO LEARN FROM HIS EX-FIANCEE, A WIDOW, THAT SHE HAD REMARRIED I PATTED THE HUSBAND ON THE SHOULDER AND ABRUPTLY MY HAPPY THOUGHT BECAME FINANCIAL: MY GOD, SAID HENRY TO HIMSELF, AS THEY SHOOK HANDS, THAT SUIT COST TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS! THAT LUCKY FELLOW, WITH SUCH A BRIDE & SUCH A DOWN-SOFT TWEED! VILE ENVY DID NOT ENTER HIS SOUL BUT WHISKED AROUND THE CORNERS ALL-RIGHT. WOW. HENRY MISSED HIS CHANCE: HE SAT DOWN TO READ & WRITE, MISSING THE WHOLE GIRL OR LADY & THE REMARKABLE TWEED. SHALL HE PUT IN PLAY AGAIN THE BROAD ESTEEM IN WHICH HIS WORK WAS HELD AGONIZED? HIS LONELY & HIS DESPERATE WORK? O YES: HE WOULD NOT TRADE: MOMENTS OF SUPREME JOY JERK HIM ON, HIS OTHER LOVES QUELLED & DISPELLED. ACCORDING TO THE ANNALS OF THE FOUR MASTERS THE WEST DOORWAY OF THE NUNS' CHURCH, CLONMACNOISE, WAS COMPLETED IN 1167. HENRY WAS AT THAT STRANGE POINT STILL IN HEAVEN AND SO WERE ALL HIS READERS. ADRIENNE & WILLIAM SLEPT IN POSSIBILITY, THEIR WITS UNWAKENED, AND SO DID DELMORE & RANDALL & EVERY READER ELSE UPON THE EARTH OR UNDER IT. IN A HAPPY PROTO-SILENCE THEY OR WE ALL WAITED. IN FACT IT MAY BE SAID OUR BREATH WAS BATED WAITING FOR THE ADVENTURE OF SIN. WHICH TOOK US SOME ONE WAY & SOME ANOTHER LIKE A BRITISH TRAVELLER IN THE AIRPORT AT BANGKOK SWEATLESS AMONG THE ORIENT READING PRECISELY A DARK-BLUE WORLD'S CLASSICS-- I'LL BET HE LOVED HIS FATHER & HIS MOTHER A MAZE OF DRINK SAID: I WILL HELP YOU THROUGH THE WORLD. IT IS NOT WORSE THAN HOBBES SAID, NOR AS BAD. THOUGH HE WAS A THOUGHTFUL MAN. AUBREY HAS DONE HIM FOR US FOREVER. THE FLAG UNFURLED BY THE AMERICAN EMBASSY EACH MORNING LIFTS MY HEART, HENRY WAS A SHAMELESS PATRIOT. AT THE FLAGSTAFF HEAD THE FINE FLAG CRACKED LIKE A WHIP SLATTING THE HALYARDS. DIPLOMATIC BRAINS I SUPPOSE UNFURL EACH MORNING, SO DIFFICULT ARE OUR RELATIONS WITH IRELAND, THE OTHER MASSACHUSETTS. STRONG WINDS ARE TOSSING IRISH TREES & PUTTING MY HEART IN A WHIRL. THE GREENHOUSE DOOR WAS LEFT OPEN. SEAGULLS WERE SCREECHING. ACROSS HIS FACE CAME A DELICIOUS BREEZE. THE GALE WAS THROUGH. CATS-PAWS OF WIND STILL RUFFLED THE BLACK WATER. ONE GOLD LINE ALONG THE RUBBINGSTRAKE SIGNALLED A BEAUTY. THE SECRET IS NOT PRAISE. IT'S JUST BEING ACCEPTED AT SOMETHING LIKE THE FIGURE WHERE YOU PUT YOUR WORTH ANYWHERE ON THE BLOODY EARTH, ESPECIALLY ABROAD. WE MUST KEEP OUR SPIRITS UP ANYHOW. OF COURSE, PRAISE IS NICE TOO, PARTICULARLY WHEN IT COMES TO A STOP. WHEN IT COMES TO A STOP, SO ONE CAN THINK 'YES, THAT HAPPENED.' IT'S NOT SO GOOD WHILE GOING ON: AN ELEMENT OF INCREDULITY ENTERS & DOMINATES. THE SHADOWS OF THE GREY ASH ON MY PAGE, I CAN'T GET OUT OF THIS EITHER TO YOUTH OR AGE, I'M STUCK WITH MIDDLE. SUCH HARD WORK DEMANDS SUCH INTERNATIONAL THANKS BESIDES BETTER RELATIONS WITH ONE'S VARIOUS BANKS, SLIGHTLY BETTER. SO MANY HAVE FORGOTTEN ME, I FORGET SOME AND THERE WILL NEVER COME A CONGREGATION TO SEE NEEDING HENRY HOME. IMPERISHABLE HENRY GLARED AT THE MAP OF THE MONASTIC REMAINS IN IRELAND & FELT THREATENED. (HIS WIFE GAVE IT HIM: 7/6). HE FELT DECLARED, WELL, OUT OF BOUNDS, SAY; CRAP. THE SOUL'S UNREAL! WILL YOU HAVE YOUR DEATH UNSWEETENED TO BE COMPANION IN 'YOUR' PILGRIMAGE? PERISHABLE HENRY GROANED, FAMILIAR TOO WELL WITH THE ROUTINES OF DECAY. HIS BODY KNEW IT HAD TO SUFFER, AND RAGE CONTORTED ITS ANTI-BUDDHIST FEATURES. STILL, THE BODY IS HAVING ITS DAY. THE BODY IS HAVING ITS DAY, & SO IS HENRY: WINNING TRIBUTES, GIVEN PRIZES, MADE OFFERS, & SUCH. ONLY THE TERRIBLE SOUL HAD NO INKLING OF WHAT WAS TO COME FOR HE, HE STOOD BY HIS INSTINCT & IT WAS NOT MUCH-- I HEAR THE DEVIL LIKES THEM WHOLE. FAN-MAIL FROM FOREIGN COUNTRIES, IS THAT FAME? IMITATIONS & PARODIES IN YOUR OWN, TRANSLATIONS? MOST OF THE RELEVANT PRIZES, YOUR PRIVATE NAME SPLASHED ON PAGE ONE, WITH A PHOTOGRAPH ALONE OR YOU WITH YOUR LOVELY WIFE? INTERVIEWS ON TELEVISION & RADIO ON VARIOUS CONTINENTS, CAN THAT BE FAME? HENRY COULD NOT FIND OUT. BEFORE HE LEFT THE SHIP AT COBH HE WAS PHOTOGRAPHED, I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY KNEW HE WAS COMING HE SAID AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE. THEY WANTED TO KNOW WHETHER HIS SOURCES OF INSPIRATION MIGHT NOW BE IRISH: I CRIED OUT 'OF COURSE' & WAVED HIM OFF WITH MY FOUNTAIN PEN. THE TENDER LEFT THE LINER & HEADED FOR SHORE. COBH (PRONOUNCED KHOVE) APPROACHED, OUR LUGGAGE WAS READY, AND ANONYMOUSLY WE WENT INTO CUSTOMS. A LONE LETTER FROM A YOUNG MAN: THAT IS FAME. ANOTHER DIRECTORY FORM TO BE CORRECTED. HENRY DID ONE YEARS & YEARS AGONE FOR WHO'S WHO, WASN'T THAT ENOUGH? WHY DOES THE REHEARSAL OF THE PUBLIC EVENTS OF HIS LIFE ALWAYS STRIKE HIM AS A LIST OF FAILURES, PAL? WHERE IS CHILDHOOD, FROM WHICH HE RECOVERED, & WHERE ARE THE MOMENTS OF LOVE? HIS THREE-DAY DRUNK AT THE FETE OF ST TROPEZ? HIS INN-GARDEN IN KYOTO? HIS MOMENTS WITH SONYA? THE POOL-APRON IN UTAH WHEREON HE LAY THE FAMOUS DAUGHTER? OF THE FAMOUS MOTHER? O THERE WERE MORE THAN ENOUGH WHEREOF OF JOBS, AWARDS, BOOKS. HE TOOK A HARD LOOK AT THE PROGRAMME OF THE YEARS AND STRUCK HIS HARDENED PALMS ACROSS HIS EARS & 'BASTA!' CRIED: I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A NOTED CROOK OR CAT IN A LOUD SLUM YES. WERE YOU GOOD TO HIM? HE WAS NOT TO YOU: I KNOW: IT WAS IN HIS LATER YEARS WHEN HE COULD NOT BE GOOD TO ANYBODY: PAIN & DISORDER, BASELESS FEARS, MALIGN INFLUENCES RULED HIS DESCENDING STAR, WHICH CROWDS TODAY MY THOUGHT FROM OBSERVATION OF THIS MOST BEAUTIFUL OF PARKS SINCE BOMBAY ON THIS EXQUISITE OCTOBER SUNDAY, THE GREAT BRIGHT GREEN SPACES UNDER THE FINE SUN, CHILDREN & DUCKS & DOGS, TWO SUPERB ELMS, THE SCENE HENRY OVERWHELMS. WE TRAVERSE A TRELLIS, MAGISTERIAL. A LITTLE IS ROLLING OVER & OVER ON THE TURF, MY OWN. THAT DREADFUL SMALL-HOURS HOTEL DEATH MARS ALL. DID YOU LEAVE HIM ALL ALONE, TO THAT END? OR DID HE LEAVE YOU, TO SEEK FRAILTY & TREMOR, OBSESSED, MAD & WEAK? ANARCHIC HENRY THOUGHT OF LAYING HANDS ON HENRY: HAW! BUT THE BLOOD & THE DISGRACE, NO, NO, THAT'S OUT. THEY CUT OFF, IN ATTIC LAW, THAT HAND FROM THE BODY AND BURYING IT ELSEWHERE. THAT I UNDERSTANDS, BUT THE DESTRUCTION OF THE FACE QUICKLY IS WHAT LEAVES THIS AVENUE UNUSED AND I HAVE NEVER DISCUSSED WITH ANYONE AMUSED THIS, WHICH HAS FILLED OUT MANY CONVERSAZIONES ON SEVERAL CONTINENTS: RELEVANT EXPERTS SAY THE WOUNDS TO THE SURVIVORS IS THE WORST OF THE ACT, THE WORST OF THE ACT! SIT STILL, MAYBE THE GOBLINS WILL GO AWAY, LEAVING YOU FREE, YOUR BREATH COMING NORMALLY, ALL QUARRELS MADE UP, SAY IT TOOK TWENTY LETTERS SOME TO HIS INFERIORS, TWO TO HIS BETTERS SO-CALLED, PAL. HENRY'S VERY RICH AMERICAN FRIENDS DRIFTED THROUGH HENRY'S LEAN ESTABLISHMENT ON THE WAY TO SALMON-FISHING 60 MILES NORTH, AND ALL THESE FRIENDS WERE ALMOST EQUALLY INTERESTING, THE WIVES EVEN MORE SO THAN THE VIVID HUSBANDS. A 13-POUNDER, TWO FEET LONG, TAKING UP HIS WHOLE BACK, GAFFED WE SAW, AND A VERY PRETTY FISH. WE CAUGHT NOTHING. IT IS IN THE NATURE OF HENRY TO CATCH NOTHING, BUT NOT OF ED'S: CREPT INTO HIS PHANTASTIC OPTIMISM A DEFINITE NOTE OF LACK. BUT THAT GOOD MAN, STRANDED WITH ALL HIS DOUGH, UNCERTAIN, HAVING TRAVELLED MANY PATHS, OF HIS VOCATION, FREE, SEEMED ONCE OR TWICE TO BE WANTING GUIDANCE O WHICH NOBODY CAN GIVE: HE IS TOO FREE, HE NEEDS THE LIMITATIONS OF HENRY. THE DAY WAS DARK. THE DAY WAS HARDLY DAY. FORGESTIC HENRY, WITH NO MORE TO SAY, GLOOMED AT HIS BIG FRONT WINDOW, & SAUCY LAWN WITH GENTIANS HARD TO SEE AND BROODED ON HIS ALMOST ENDLESS DESTINY WITH A BIRTHDAY TO COME O. HANKERED HE LESS FOR YOUTH THAN FOR MORE TIME TO ADJUST THE CONFLICTING EVIDENCE, THE 'I'M-- IMMORTAL-&-NOT' ROUTINE, PASCAL, SPINOZA, & AUGUSTINE, KAFKA & ALL HIS TRIBE, LIVING IT OUT ALONE, MARY BAKER EDDY'S TELEPHONE IN HER VAULT WITH A DIRECT LINE TO THE MONITOR: IT AIN'T RUNG YET, PAL, NOR HAS CHRIST RETURNED, ACCORDING TO THE WORLD ALMANAC WHICH I READ LESS FOR WHAT IT SAY THAN FOR WHAT'S MISSING: THE EDITOR OF THE ATLANTIC BURNED, FOR INSTANCE, & CHRIST CAME BACK. 700 YEARS? IT'S TOO SOON TO DECIDE, AN ANTI-INSTANT OF GOD'S ANTI-TIME: DANTE & RIMBAUD WITH ALL THEIR PROBLEMS. BUT EACH DUG DOWN FOR HIMSELF A DEFINITE HOLE IN A DEFINITE UNIVERSE WHICH HE COULD BRING TO MIND STRUCTURED, UNLIKE THE OBLONGS HENRY & HIS SURVIVING FRIENDS NOW TRULY CONFRONT WHEN A WHORE CAN ALMOST OVERTHROW A GOVERNMENT ON FRONT PAGES ALL OVER THE WORLD & BE A BIG STAR AFTERWARD: NOT A WOMAN: A WOMAN'S BROW MIGHT IN THAT SPOT BE PEARLED, HER PIMP KILLED HIMSELF PERHAPS WE OUGHT TO FORGIVE HER? REFORMED PERHAPS? CAN ANYONE REACH THAT STUPIDITY OF SIN? COMPLACENT, LAUGHING, AS IN AMERICA WE HAVE LANA TURNER WHOSE DAUGHTER KILLED HER MOTHER'S GANGSTER LOVER, TO AN ACCESS OF BOX-OFFICE. ;B 349= THE GREAT BOSCH IN THE PRADO, CASTLES IN SPAIN, ZEN GARDENS IN KYOTO, A TARN IN UTAH, PADS ALL OVER MANHATTAN, HENRY OBSERVED, & THE SALMON-FISHING ON THE FANE NEARLY AT THE BITTER BORDER BETWEEN THE NORTH & SOUTH, & DINNER AT LAPEROUSE AU GRATIN, HENRY ENTRANCED WATCHED, & THE BERKELEY HILLS & YEARS OF HARVARD YARD: HENRY GOT AROUND. I CAN'T SAY IT IMPROVED HIM BUT UNQUESTIONABLY IT GAVE HIM SOME TO THINK ABOUT: THE TEMPLE COMPLEX AT BHUWANESHWAR, PHANTASIES WHERE NOBODY REPROVED HIM! HE RESTED ON HIS LAURELS AFTER A SKI-LIFT THAT SHOWED HIM FOUR OR SEVEN STATES: HE HOPED TO DIE ON THE DOWN INTO THE VOID, HIS SEAT SO SMALL IT HAD NO TOILET PAPER, WHILE THE MOUNTAINS SMILED, AT HENRY IN MID AIR & AT HIS EQUALLY TERRIFIED WIFE, MONFS PREGNANT. ALL THE GIRLS, WITH THEIR VIVACIOUS LITTLES, VISITED HIM IN DREAM: HE WAS INTERESTED IN THEIR TOPS & BOTTOMS & EVEN IN THEIR MIDDLES, FOR YEARS HENRY HAD BEEN GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER, THE SHERIFF MUSED. THERE'LL HAVE TO BE AN ORDER SPECIFICALLY TO STOP CLIMBING TREES, & OTHER PEOPLE'S WIVES: WE'LL CUT OFF HIS TELEPHONE, STROKE ONE, AND HASTEN HIS SENILITY, STROKE TWO: ENCOURAGE HIS VIRTUES, IF HE HAS ONE: ASK HIM UPSTAIRS MORE FREQUENTLY FOR TEA, STROKE FOUR, PUT HIM ON THE WAGON, DEATH, NO DRINKS: THAT OUGHT TO CURE HIM. THE PROGRESS OF AGE HELPED HIM, TO BE NOT GOOD BUT BETTER: HE RESTRICTED HIS PASSES TO PASSES MADE BY LETTERS HE DRANK LESS. MLLE CHOINAIS NOTED A DEFINITE THOUGH SMALL IMPROVEMENT IN HENRY: AS THEY PASSED FORTH ACROSS THE NORTHERN SEA, A DEGREE OF GENTLENESS. ANIMAL HENRY SAT READING THE TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT WITH A LARGE JAMESON & A WORSE HANGOVER. WHO WILL HIS DEMON LOVER TODAY BECOME, HE QUERIED. HAVING MADE A DENT IN THE WORLD, HE INSISTED ON SPECIAL TREATMENT, MASSAGE AT ALL HOURS. LOVE IN THE SHADOWS WHERE THE ANIMALS COME TICKLED HIS NERVES' ENDS. HE PUT DOWN THE TIMES & BEGAN A SALVAGE OPERATION, KILLING THAT IS THE PARTLY INCOHERENT, SAVING THE MOSTLY FINE, POLISHING THE SURFACES. BRAIN- & INSTINCT-WORK. ON ALL FOURS HE DANCED ABOUT HIS CAGE, POOR HENRY FOR WHOM, MY LOVE, TOO MUCH WAS NEVER ENOUGH. MASSAGE ME IN KYOTO'S AIR. THE JAPANESE WOMEN ARE BETTER THAN THE SWEDES, MORE RHYTHMICAL, MORE PIERCING. SOMEWHERE, EVERYWHERE A GIRL IS TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF. THE CABIN, CONGDON ST, & THE OLD GRISTMILL SAW STRETCHES OF THE LONG & LONG WORK DONE TO CERTAIN SATISFACTIONS, INCLUDING HENRY'S RELUCTANT STILL & STILL FROM THE NOTION OF THE WORK'S BEING A LARGE ONE IN SPITE OF THE INCESSANT ADDITIONS. DURING THOSE YEARS HE MET HIS SEMINARS, WENT & LECTURED & READ, TALKED WITH HUMAN BEINGS, PAID INSURANCE & TAXES; BUT HIS MIND WAS NOT ON IT. HIS MIND WAS ELSEWHERES IN AN AREA WHERE THE SOUL NOT TALKS BUT SINGS & WHERE FOES ARE ATTACKED WITH AXES. ENEMIES HIS PILGRIMAGE DULY BROUGHT TO BRING HIM DOWN, AND THEY ALMOST SUCCEEDED. HE SANG ON LIKE A HARMFUL BIRD. HIS FOES ARE LIKE FOOTNOTES, HE FIGURED, SOUGHT CHIEFLY BY DOCTORAL CANDIDATES: PROPS, & NEEDED,-- COMIC RELIEF, --ABSURD. THESE MASSACRES OF THE SUPERIOR PEOPLES, THE ARMENIANS, THE JEWS, THE IBOS, ALL (CRIED APOPLECTIC HENRY) SERVE TO REMIND US THAT CULTURE WAS ONLY A PHASE THROUGH WHICH WE THREADED, COMING OUT AT THE OTHER END TO THE TRUE LIGHT AGAIN OF SAVAGERY. --YOU FEELIN BAD, MR BONES? YOU DON'T LOOK GOOD. FOR THAT IS HENRY'S CASE: AND HE REMEMBERS WHAT HE SAW, HOW HE FELT & SMELT, SHARP TERROR THAT INCREASES & THAT STAYS: THE SUFFERINGS OF WOOD WHEN BURNED ARE TO OUR SUFFERING ON THE EARTH AS THOSE ARE TO OUR SUFFERINGS HEREAFTER, THAT IS, FOR THE EVIL: THE OTHERWISE WILL ESCAPE & SLEEP FOREVER EXCEPT FOR THOSE WHO IN THEIR TIME GAVE BIRTH TO THE CONSORTS OF THE DEVIL THE ONLY HAPPY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD ARE THOSE WHO DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE LONG POEMS: MUCK, ADMINISTRATION, TOIL: THE PROTOTOTALITY OF AN ABSENCE OF CONTACT IN ONE'S OWN GENERATION, CHIEFLY THE OLD & THE YOUNG PERSISTING WITH INTEREST. 'THE CARE & FEEDING OF LONG POEMS' WAS HENRY'S TITLE FOR HIS NEXT ESSAY, WHICH WILL COME OUT WHEN HE WANTS IT TO. A KENNEDY-SPONSORED BILL FOR THE PROTECTION OF POETS FROM LONG POEMS WILL BENEFIT THE CULTURE AND DO NO HARM TO THAT KIND LADY, MRS JOHNSON. HE WOULD HAVE GONE TO THE WHITE HOUSE & CONSULTED THE PRESIDENT DURING HIS 10 SECONDS IN THE RECEIVING LINE ON THE PROBLEMS OF LONG POEMS MR JOHNSON HAS NEVER WRITTEN ONE BUT HE SEEMS A GENEROUS & ABLE MAN 'TETELESTAI' SAID ST JOHN. CLING TO ME & I PROMISE YOU'LL DROWN TOO, THIS VOYAGE IS TERMINAL, I'LL TAKE YOUR BEAUTY DOWN AND RUINED IN SEA WEED THEN IT WILL SEEM FOREVER. I AM YOU YOU ARE YOUR MOAN, YOU ARE YOUR SEXY MOAN, WE ARE A 'POSSUM TREED. DIFFICULT AT MIDNIGHT GREW OUR LOVE AS IF WE COULD NOT HAVE ENOUGH, ENOUGH, RELUCTANT LADY. NOBODY IN THE WORLD KNOWS WHERE I AM. YOUR HAIR DRAGS. YOU WOULD HAVE MADE A TERRIFIC VICTIM IN ONE OF HENRY'S THRILLERS. WEEP FOR THE FATE OF MAN, EXCELLENT LADY. HE COMES NO NEAR, WHEREAS HE IS SO LOST, A CRISIS IN THE GHOST BAFFLES ENDEAVOUR, SO HE WOULD LIE DOWN. ATTEND HIS SORRY PERISH, EXCELLENT LADY. WITHHOLD FROM HIM YOUR FROWN. WITH FRIED EXCITEMENT HE LOOKED ACROSS AT LIFE WONDERING IF HE COULD BEAR IT MORE, WONDERING, IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHORT WAR WITH HIS WIFE, DEEP IN THE MIDDLE, IN SHORT, OF A WAR, HE COULDN'T SAY WHETHER TO SING FURTHER OR SEAL HIS LONELY THROAT, GIVE HIMSELF UP. TOMORROW IS HIS BIRTHDAY, MAKES YOU THINK. THE LONDON TLS ARE MOUNTING SO MUCH OF HIM HE COULD SCREAM. THERE WAS A TIME HE MARCHED FROM DREAM TO DREAM BUT HE SEEMS TO BE OUT OF INK, HE SEEMS TO BE OUT OF EVERYTHING AGAIN SAVE WHISKEY & CIGARETTES, BOTH BAD FOR HIM. HE CLAPPED BOTH HANDS TO BOTH EARS AND RESIGNED FROM THE RANKS OF GIVING MEN. IN A MINUTE NOW HE'LL WAKE, DISTINCT & GRIM. I'M NOT, HE CRIED, WHAT I APPEARS. HENRY'S PRIDE IN HIS HOUSE WAS ALMOST FIERCE, HENRY, WHO TOOK NO PRIDE IN ANYTHING ONLY BUT WORK HARD DONE: AN ANGRY GHOST APPEARED & LEANED FOR YEARS ON HIS FRONT STOOP; ELDERLY HENRY SPREAD HIS WINGS ONE BY ONE BY ONE UNTIL THE TRAFFIC COULD NOT SEE IT MORE: HE'S LEAVING FOR AMERICA & THINGS, THINGS. DEEP IN CONCUSSION, DEEP IN EXTRA LOVE, HE SORTED OUT HIS EXTRA FATE. HE SINGS & CLOWNS AND IS WISER THAN THE NEXT MAN, IN SO MANY TOWNS ACROSS A CONTINENT. WE MUST BE CAREFUL OF IT, THE SPECIAL GIFT, THE WARDROBES WIDE & WIDER. PAINED EYES, HENRY'S. UNMANLY SLOVENLY LOVE TOOK HIM AT TIMES AND PASSED HIM BACK. THE PRICE HE PAYS FOR SLEEP. POCKETS OF GRIEF, WRECKED LADIES, BACK IN HIS OWN COUNTRY, WRITE HIM RUINED LETTERS. HE ADVISES IN THE DARK, OF WOES, NEAR THE CHIEF: HER STEPFATHER KNEW HER WHEN SHE WAS TEN, SINCE WHEN, HER SOUL IS A SIGHT. WITH A SHUDDER A TROUBLED GIRL BROUGHT AN INDICTMENT. CAN SO MUCH PAIN INHABIT A SIMPLE BODY & HIGH-PILED, MOST BLONDE HAIR? A SINGLE MOAN EMERGED & FILLED THE YEARS. AN INABILITY TO RESPOND, IN THE CHEEKBONES, MOMENTS OF HORROR IN DEEP SLEEP SURVIVED. LIFE AS A TANGLE & A HOPELESS ONE, SHE MURMURED WHEN SHE WOKE. HER SKIN SHOWED NO DISASTER BUT SHE COULD NOT LOVE. THE LADY ALREADY DEAD THE LOVE OF THE DONE PASSED ON TO HENRY & BROKE. IN SLEEP, OF A HEART ATTACK, LET HENRY GO. THE END OF TENNIS. THE BEGINNING OF THE DARK. THE BEGINNING OF THE WAGON. IT IS THE ONWARD COMING TERRIFIES. NOW AT LAST THE EFFORT TO MAKE HIM KILL HIMSELF HAS FAILED. TAKE DOWN THE THING THEN TO WHICH HE WAS NAILED. I AM A BOAT WAS MOORED ON THE WRONG SHELF. LOVE HAS WINGS & FLIES. AMAZED IT COULD ENGINEER SUCH AGONY, HENRY TRIED THE WORLD AGAIN & AGAIN, FALING SHORT OF THE MARK. UNBLOCK! LET ALL GRIEFS FLOW. THERE ARE MORE OVER THERE THAN OVER HERE, FOR WELCOME EERIE. THE WHOLE CITY TURNED OUT TO RUSTLE HENRY HOME. HE'D MADE HIS PEACE & WOULD NO FURTHER ROAM. HE WONDERED ONLY WHAT IT WAS ABOUT. HE FELT THE NEWS WAS NEAR. THE UNIVERSE HAS GIFTED ME WITH FRIENDS, WAS SPECIAL OF IT, WHOM I NOT DESERVE SAVE FOR MY OWN LOVE BACK IMPERFECTLY MANIFESTED WITH AMENDS WHICH HENRY HAD NEED OF, GRADED ON A CURVE BY CERTAIN, HENRY ON THE TRACK STRAPPED, AWAITED THE TRAIN. INSTEAD CAME A CABLE FROM THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE UNITED STATES, DEVOUT & LOVELY: 'WHY DO YOU HONOR ME?' SHE WEIRDLY ASKT. HENRY RELAXED & STABLE BUT BUSY BUSY MADE REPLY: 'WE AWAITS A LADY EVEN MORE WORTHY OF HONOR: UNTIL THEN SUFFER US TO MAKE DO WITH YOU, WHICH IS FOREVER? GULLS HERE BESIDE THE SEA APPROVE POOR HENRY'S CHOICE. ALLOW THEN IN OUR END THAT WE MAKE DO WITH THE MYSTERIES OF YOU WHICH ARE ONE MYSTERY' HALF-ENHANCED BY HENRY'S VOICE. THEY CAME ASHORE WITH ERECTIONS & LAID THE IRISH MAIDENS IN LARGE NUMBERS THEN IN 1588. SPANIARDS ARE VILE & VIRILE. MAN'S DERELICTIONS, MAN'S FATE, IS A MATTER OF SORRY RECORD. SOMEHOW THE PRIZES COME AT THE WRONG TIMES TO THE PROPER PEOPLE & VICE VERSA. THE GREAT SHIPS, CONFUSED IN TEMPEST, DROVE ON THE SHOALS. ACCEPTING LADIES CROWDED THE NORTHERN SHORE. IN THEY PLUNGED, IN HALF-ARMOUR, WITH THEIR STRENGTH RETURNED TO THE PERSONAL. PHILIP'S ON HIS OWN. THESE FRAGRANT MAIDENS ARE GOOD TO A MAN OUT OF THE SEA, AT LENGTH, IN A NEW WORLD, AND EACH NEW MAN, ALONE, MADE UP HIS OWN DESTINY. AND NOW I MEET YOU IN THE THINKY PLACE, YOU & I, YOUR GOOD BRAIN & HOT HEART COUNSELLED HENRY ON IN HIS HEAVY LABOUR, O YOU WERE GOOD TO HIM AND HE WAS GLAD TO LOOK YOU IN THE FACE AT YALE & HARVARD WE HAVE READ THE SAME FINE WRITERS ALL OUR LIVES & HOISTED THE SAME GRAVE PROBLEMS: THAT GIVES US SOMEWHAT IN COMMON, MY DEAR: ALLOW ME TO BLESS YOUR GIFT, FOR YOU ARE YOUNG AND HENRY IS OLD, OLD AS A HIEROGLYPH: WE HAVE IN COMMON SONG: I RAISE MY VOICE IN YOU PRESENCE IN YOUR PRAISE AND IF WE HAD BEEN MARRIED TO EACH OTHER I WOULD HAVE MADE A PASS AT YOU, IN CAMBRIDGE OR NEW HAVEN: BUT AS IT IS I BLESS YOUR GIFT & AM GRATEFUL FOR YOUR BEAUTY & HIGH KINDNESS TO HENRY. I CAST AS FEMININE MISS SHIRLEY JONES AS SHE WAS IN OKLAHOMA! AND FOR MALE GEORGE C. SCOTT AS HE WAS IN THE HUSTLER: OFF STAGE MOANS, WE BEGIN WITH THEM IN BED: IF THIS RELATION SHOULD FAIL, IF IT SHOULD NOT PROVE HOT, GOD BLESS OUR FATE IN THE WEST & DO ME DOWN A POTENT COMMUNIST--AS WE ALL KNOW, THE PEOPLES IN THE EAST HAVE NO SEXUAL PROBLEMS, HAVE NO PROBLEMS BUT HOUSING & FOOD & IDEOLOGY: ALL LESSER PROBLEMS CEASED WHEN CRIMINAL ATTRACTIVE LENIN, BALD, WENT OVER THE FRONTIER IN A SEALED TRAIN TO TAKE OVER THE REVOLUTION. WE KNOW THE ISSUE OF THAT, IT HAS BEEN TOLD. BUT THE ISSUE OF MISS JONES & MR SCOTT COMES AT US, LOVELY & SANE. THERE IS ONE BOOK THAT HENRY HASN'T READ: UBU ROI. HE FEELING IGNORANT WHENEVER HIS MIND BRINGS IT UP. EVERYTIME ANYBODY SAYS --MR BONES, YOU HAS READ EVERYTHING-HE SINGLES OUT INSTEAD UBU ROI, TO PROVE HE IS AN IDIOT AND SHOULD BE, AS ONE, BLEST. O HENRY IN HIS YOUTH READ MANY THINGS: HE GUTTED THE COLUMBIA & THE CAMBRIDGE LIBRARIES & WIDENER & PRINCETON & THE BRITISH MUSEUM & THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS BUT MOSTLY HE BOUGHT BOOKS TO HAVE AS HIS OWN CUNNINGLY, LIKE EXTRA WINGS: HE RESORTED TO THE MORGAN FOR KEATS' LETTERS SO OBSCURE, SO IMPORTANT, ONE STROKE OF A PEN DECIDING HIS OPINION OF MILTON, HIS EDITORS WRONG. HENRY CORRECTED HIS BETTERS AS WELL AS HIS LESSERS & WOULD HAVE HAD TO SAY MUCH BUT FOR HIS DIFFERENT PROFESSION. BACK TO THE FOLGER! HENRY, A FOREIGNER, LUSTFUL & OLD, BEARDED, EXASPERATED, LAY IN BED CURSING HIS ENEMIES. HE LOVED HIS FRIENDS WITH A THICK LOVE, THEM TO HOLD TO HIM IN ALL HIS BAD TIMES, WHICH WERE RIFE. HENRY LIVING & DEAD WAS FULL OF FRIENDS & FOES: HE HAD NO TEAM-SPIRIT. HE LASHED THE LAPSES OF THOSE WHO WERE TO INHERIT. HE SANK BACK EXHAUSTED. GRIMY DREAMS WORE HIM OUT. HE WOKE HALF-SANE & SCREAMED FOR STRONGER DRINKS. OPEN THE MAIN! POUR, IF NECESSARY, DRINKS DOWN HIM. I, HENRY PUSSY-CAT, BEING IN ILL-HEALTH & 900 YEARS OLD, BEGIN & CEASE, TO DOUBT. WHEN MY OLD FRIEND COMPLAINED TO MY OLDER FRIEND 'WHY DON'T YOU COME SEE ME MORE OFTEN?' 'I'M AFRAID YOU'LL FIND ME OUT.' CHILLED IN THIS IRISH PUB I WISH MY LOVES WELL, WELL TO STRANGERS, WELL TO ALL HIS FRIENDS, SEVEN OR SO IN NUMBER, I FORGIVE MY ENEMIES, ESPECIALLY TWO, RACES HIS HEART, AT SO MUCH MAGNANIMITY, CAN IT AT ALL BE TRUE? --MR BONES, YOU ON A TRIP OUTSIDE YOURSELF. HAS YOU SEEN A MEDICINE MAN? YOU SOUND WILL-LIKE, A TESTAMENT & SUCH. & A STRIKE & THREE BALLS: I STAND UP FOR MUCH, WORDSWORTH & THAT SORT OF THING. THE PITCHER DREAMED. HE THREW A HAZY CURVE, I TOOK IT IN MY STRIDE & OUT I STRUCK, LONESOME HENRY. THESE SONGS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE UNDERSTOOD, YOU UNDERSTAND. THEY ARE ONLY MEANT TO TERRIFY & COMFORT. LILAC WAS FOUND IN HIS HAND. IN SIGHT OF A MORE PEACEFUL COUNTRY, JUST BEYOND, & JUST IN SIGHT--ILEX & MAGNOLIA, LAND RIMMED BY A BOUNTIFUL SEA-- HENRY TOOK STOCK OF WHERE HE NOW MIGHT BE IN HIS OWN WARRING STATE. HE STOOD PERPLEXED AS TO WHERE TO GO NEXT, FORWARD OR BACKWARD: HE COULD NOT STAY STILL, THE DECISION CAME: HIS ROTORS FLOATED WELL TO TAKE HIM BACK OR AHEAD. HERE HE PAUSED, THOUGH, & THOUGHT OF THOSE WHOM HE WAS LEAVING & THOSE WHOM HE WOULD BE MISSING WITHOUT GRIEVING IN THE FAIR OF THE LAND AHEAD. 'MY FRIENDS ARE FULL' HE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF, 'I'LL MAKE NO MORE, SO MANY NOW ARE DEAD. BACKWARD IS THE GALLANT WORD, AND GRAPPLE TO MY HEART THE SPLENDID REST, TO LEAVE THE NEW LAND UNKNOWN & UNDISTRESSED'-- THE HAPPY ROTORS WHIRRED. AT A GALLOP THROUGH HIS GATES CAME MONSTERS, BUOYANT & CREDIBLE & WILD--HIS PEOPLE FLED ANGUISHT BEFORE THEM. SOON THE GREAT CITY WAS ALL MONSTERS, HIGH-BRED & PARTI-COLOURED, COMFY, DIGGING IN LIKE A REALLY BAD DREAM. NEW RULES WERE PROMULGATED AT THE CITY CENTRE. THOSE WITH MORE EYES, CAST RUTHLESSLY ASIDE, LURKED TO THE SUBURBS. THE AIRPORT WAS CLOSED DOWN. ANIMALS WERE UNTIED. THOUGHT OF HIS KIND GROUND & LURCHED TO A HALT, ALL NOUNS BECAME VERBS. WAS ALL THIS THE RESULT OF A FAILURE OF LOVE, HE HAILED A PASSING STRANGER, A YOUNG GIRL WITH SEVERAL LEGS. HE HEARD HER SHOUT, REMOTE, 'YOU IS A SWIRL OF ENDING DUST, YOUR MAJESTY . . .'SINCE WHEN, HE'S HUNKERED DOWN & BEGS. THE JOLLY OLD MAN IS A SILLY OLD DUMB, WITH A MEAN FACE, HUMPED, WHO KILLS DEAD. THERE IS A TALL WHO LOVES ONLY HIM. SHE HAS SWORN:--BLUE TO YOU FOREVER. GREY TO THE LITTLE RAT, GO TO BED. --I FINK IT'S BADS ALL OVER. GOGUEL SAYS NOBODY KNEW WHERE THE CHRIST THEY BURIED HIM, ANYWAY BUT THE JEWISH BRASS. NO USE ASKING THE JEWISH BRASS. NO USE ASKING THE RICH MAN. A STORY. STORIES?? ONE OF THESE BOMBS COSTS A FORTUNE. SO AT SWEET DAWN WAS HE GONE? A BLOODY FORTUNE! MARRIED HER DONKEY? THAT CAN HARDLY BE. MAGICS SWEAT UP & DOWN. HENRY & MABEL OUGHT TO BE BUT CAN'T. CHILDLESS LET HAVE US, HONEY, SO ADULT THE HELL DON'T. BABY TEDDY, BABY DID-HE, DROP HIM TOO A PAT ENDOW HIM ALL HIS OWN A LITTLE POST SO HE WON'T FEEL LOST WIFOUT THE OL ATTORNEY-GENERALSHIP: IT HURT HIM SORE IN HIS MILLION TO MISS THAT: NOW FROM HIS CHUBBY GRIP DRIPS FERTILE BOSTON, ANYWAY, THE STAR OF OUR NEW SENATE--'HERE, SENATOR. THERE, SENATOR. SENATOR, THE BATHROOM.' MEANWHILE THE LEAST OF THEM ARE CRAWLING TOO - THAT LOWER AGE FOR THE HOUSE WILL HARDLY DO: TO ACCOMMODATE THEIR BOOM O CABINET MUST STRETCH, FOR BRANDNEW BODIES: I'M HAPPY THERE ARE SO MANY KENNEDYS I LIKE THE KENNEDYS AND I LIKE PRIDE--LIKE SWIFT'S, LIKE RALEGH'S-- WHICH I DON'T SEE. GOLD, GALL. LET EVERY TRUEBORN NEWBORN KENNEDY BE ELECTED AT ONCE, LIKE KNEES. STATESMANLIKE (ON A QUEER PROWL, AFTER DARK) ALL HONEST MORNING YESTERDAY, TODAY. THE PROWL WAS HONEST TOO... 'ENORMOUS'--'HUGE'--THE DIARIES ARE BLUE WITH JOY, WITH RAGE FOR CRUELS, &...LONELY, SAY. IN THE 'THESE MEN HAVE MADE THEIR MARK' SERIES OF STEPHEN POTTER'S, CASEMENT GAINS OUR LOVE AGAIN, AFTER THE LYING TRUTHS. YEATS WAS WRONG, RIGHT. RIGHT TOO. WHAT'S LEFT? A HERO? HENRY, BREAKING HIS BRAINS 'I HAVE SEX-TRICKS, YOU ARE A TRAITOR & A SCAR FOR HAVING. I ABANDONED LUST, APPOINTED; EASY FOR US IN FURRY ERMINE.' WHOSE PASSION IRISH, MONSTROUS KINDNESS & HONOUR, PLUS DEATH-COURAGE, OR HIS LITTLE HOPES WIN, WHY, HENRY NEED NOT DETERMINE. I FIGURE WITH THIS GREY UPON THIS YELLOW PENCIL ON PAPER IN MY SUPER-PAD, NURSES FLYING TO & FRO, HE COULD A NEW IT DREDGE FORTH LIKE A BILLOW FORSAKING THEM DESEASES HENRY HAD AND PULL THE NURSES DOWN O. I FIGURE ON THESE YELLOW WITH MY BLUE-- WHY EVER DID ONE PASS THE SECOND GRADE TO SHOAL UP MIS'ABLE FORLORN TYPEWRITING--I CAN MAKE IT TOO, WINING HIS COLLEAGUES WHERE HE WILL NOT FADE. I FIGURE IT OVER; I MULL. I HAUNT MY FATE OF YELLOW WITH SWEET GREEN: LET ME NOT YET HAVE MUSTERED ALL IN VAIN, BUT SUFFER WAR (I WISH) YELLOW THE BREAKING SKY: HE ATTACK, LEAN & MEAN, WITH CRAZED LAUGHS INTERVALLING PAIN, AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT? HE FLOURISH. IN THE BRIGHT STILL DAYS OF DISAPPEARING SPRING I SENT MY LOVE A COOKIE, WHICH SHE ATE. MANY THINGS WERE LATE. MANY THINGS STING. OTHER THINGS TEND TO DIM OFF & DISAPPEAR. FEW THINGS ARE CLEAR. I ADMIRED A LIONESS IN A PRIVATE GROUND. I EXAMINED HER: SOUND. SHE'LL LIVE FOREVER. SO FAR AS ANY OF US LIVE, SHE'LL LIVE FOREVER, IN GAUZE & VINES, CLOSE BY ONE WATERFALL, HAVING LONG HAIR & ALL. I LOVED HER THROUGH OUR DEADLY WINTER, LONG. MY PASSION SURVIVED ITSELF INTO THE SUN TURBULENT, INDIAN-INDIAN, FUTURELESS AS THEM. WE'VE COME TO THE CLOSE OF THIS PARTICULAR SONG, FUTURELESS AS THEM. HE MADE, A THOUSAND YEARS AGO, A-MANY SONGS FOR AN EXCELLENT LADY, WIF WHOM HE WAS IN WUV, SHALL NOW HE PUBLISH THEM? HAS HE THE RIGHT, UPON THAT OLD YOUNG MAN, TO BARE HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM AS A FRIEND OF THE COURT I WOULD SAY, LET THEM DIE. WHAT DOES ANYTHING MATTER? BURN THEM UP, PUT THEM IN A BANK VAULT. I THOUGHT OF THAT AND WHEN I RETURNED TO THIS COUNTRY I TOOK THEM OUT AGAIN. THE ORIGINAL FAULT WILL NOT BE UNDONE BY FIRE. THE ORIGINAL FAULT WAS WHETHER WICKEDNESS WAS SOLUBLE IN ART. HISTORY SAYS IT IS, JACQUES MARITAIN SAYS IT IS, BARELY. SO FREE THEM TO THE WINDS THAT PLAY, LET BOYS & GIRLS WITH THESE OLD SONGS HAVE HOLIDAY IF THEY FEEL LIKE IT. NOW THAT MY ONE ARE OUT, I INDULGE MY RAGE, HE CRIED, AGAINST THAT SELF-INDULGENT ONE FORTY-ODD YEARS AGO. I AM ALONE & I TEAR OUT THAT PAGE ITS SYMPATHIES & DESECRATION UP TO THIS INSTANT. NO, I CONDEMN YOU NOW TO INDIA & CHINA, BUCKETS OF HUNGER, AND WITHOUT A FRIEND. AT THE END OF THE PHAEDO DIES THE WISE MAN, WHEN IDIOTS GO DINE CONDEMNED. YOU TOOK A PISTOL IN YOUR HAND AND MAKE YOUR BLOOD TO FLOW. STUNT MY CAPACITY BEFORE YOU GO. THANK YOU. I'LL SEE YOU OUT NOW TO HELL GATE, THE CASHIER'S CAGE. I STAND HERE THRASHING WITH A GOOD CHEQUE, WITHOUT IDENTIFICATION, A DEAD PLATE, DRIED OUT, AFRAID OF WATER, SAGE. 'YOU'VE GOT TO CROSS THAT LONESOME VALLEY' AND 'YOU'VE GOT TO CROSS IT BY YOURSELF.' AIN'T NO ONE GWINE CROSS IT FOR YOU, YOU'VE GOT TO CROSS IT BY YOURSELF. SOME SAY JOHN WAS A BAPTIST, SOME SAY JOHN WAS A JEW, SOME SAY JOHN WAS JUST A NATURAL MAN ADDIN' HE'S A PREACHER TOO? 'YOU'VE GOT TO CROSS THAT LONESOME VALLEY,' FRIENDS & LOVERS, LINK YOU AND DEPART. THIS ONE IS STRICTLY FOR ME. I SHOD MYSELF & SAID GOODBYE TO SALLY MURMURS OF OTHER FAREWELLS HALF BROKE MY HEART I SET OUT SORE INDEED. THE HIGH KING FAILED TO BLOSSOM ON MY ENTERPRISE. SOLELY THE WONDERFUL SUN SHONE DOWN LIKE LEAD. DOWN IN NO SIMPLE VALLEY I OPENED MY EYES, WITH MY STRONG WALK DOWN IN THE VALES & DEALT WITH DEATH. I INCREASED MY STRIDE, CURED. HENRY'S NOCTURNAL HABITS WERE THE TERROR OF HIS WOMEN. FIRST IT APPEARS HE SNORED, LYING ON HIS BACK. THEN HE THRASHED & TOSSED, CHANGING POSITION LIKE A TASK FLEET. THEN, INHUMAN, HE WOKE EVERY HOUR OR SO--THEY COULDN'T KEEP TRACK OF MOBILE HENRY, LOST AT 3 A.M., OFF FOR MORE DRUGS OR A CIGARETTE, READING OLD MAIL, WRITING NEW LETTERS, SCRIBBLING EXCESSIVE SONGS; BACK THEN TO BED, TO THE OLD TUNE OR GET SET FOR A STERCORACEOUS COUGH, WITHOUT QUIBBLING DEATH-LIKE. HIS WOMEN'S WRONGS THEY HOARDED & FORGAVE, MYSTERIOUS, SWEET; BUT YOU'LL ADMIT IT WAS NO WAY TO LIVE OR EVEN KEEP ALIVE. I WON'T MENTION THE DREAMS I WON'T REPEAT SWEATING & SHAKING: SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE: UP FOR GOOD AT FIVE. HE WAS READING LATE, AT RICHARD'S, DOWN IN MAINE, AGED 32? RICHARD & HELEN LONG IN BED, MY GOOD WIFE LONG IN BED. ALL I HAD TO DO WAS STRIP & GET INTO MY BED, PUTTING THE MARKER IN THE BOOK, & SLEEP, & WAKE TO A HOT BREAKFAST. OFF THE COAST WAS AN ISLAND, P'TIT MANAAN, THE BLUFF FROM RICHARD'S LAWN WAS ALMOST SHEER. A CHILL AT FOUR O'CLOCK. IT ONLY TAKES A FEW MINUTES TO MAKE A MAN. A CONCENTRATION UPON NOW & HERE. SUDDENLY, UNLIKE BACH, & HORRIBLY, UNLIKE BACH, IT OCCURRED TO ME THAT ONE NIGHT, INSTEAD OF WARM PAJAMAS, I'D TAKE OFF ALL MY CLOTHES & CROSS THE DAMP COLD LAWN & DOWN THE BLUFF INTO THE TERRIBLE WATER & WALK FOREVER UNDER IT OUT TOWARD THE ISLAND. BIZARRE APOLLO, HALF WHAT HENRY DREAMED, HALF REAL, WANDERED BACK ON STAGE FROM THE OTHER WING WITH ITS INCREDIBLE CIRCUITRY. ALL WENT WELL. THE MOON_ WHAT THE MOON SEEMED TO HENRY IN HIS BASEMENT" SHADOWS GATHERING WITH CRATERS GRAND ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN, AS DEAD AS DELPHI TREELESS, TOURIST GONE & THE GOD DECIDEDLY GONE. SELENE SLID BY THE FAR-SHOOTER, MEAN OF PLAGUES & ARROWS, WHOM THE DOOM CLAMPT ON, BOTH EMBARRASSED IN THE CHRISTIAN DAWN. (THAT ROAR YOU HEAR AS THE ROCKET LIFTS IS MONEY, HURT.) WHICH DAWN HAS ENDED, AND IT IS FULL DAY. AND THE MOUNTAIN OF MAO FLESH, DID IT ONCE RESPOND 'LET ALL MOONS BLOOM'? O NO, THESE EVENTS ARE FOR KIDS & SELENOGRAPHERS, SAY, A DEEP BREATH, CREATING NO PERMANENT BOND BETWEEN THE PASSIVE WATCHERS & MOONGLOW. LIVE-WIRE HENRY--NARCOLEPTIC TOO-- GREW BORED BY THE ANTIPODES, & S.A. HIS OWN DEAR COUNTRY'S FIEF, 'SOUTH OF THE BORDER, SCREW IT' HE INTONED: IF ONLY THOU TO THE PENTAGON REST TRUE, THOU CANST NOT BE NAUGHTY OR BRIEF, FOR THE STRATEGIES ARE FAR OF GENERALS, THEIR PLANS OF INSTANTANEOUS ABOLITION OF ALL OUR VERY FEW FRIENDS OUTPACE THE PITIFUL EFFORTS OF REARGUARD STATE TO FOSTER GOOD DICTATORSHIPS ABROAD MATCHING THE PIP AT HOME. O THE NORTHERN LIGHTS ARE LAMBING PALE PALE GREEN FROM YELLOWKNIFE--THE SUN IS STAYING UP FROM FIVE TO EIGHT--AND SPRING CASCADES ABOVE THE CIRCLE, WHERE I,D BE SANS RADIO & 'PAPERS, LEAFING QUARTOS ALL THE WILD BRIGHT NIGHT LONG! HENRY UNDER CONSTRUCTION WAS HENRY INDEED: GIGANTIC CRANES FALTERED UNDER THE LOAD, SPARK-SHOWERS FROM THE WELDING PLAYED WITH DAYLIGHT, CREW AFTER CREW REPLACED EACH OTHER LIKE KINGS, ALL DONE ANEW DAILY, TO THE HORROR OF THE GATHERING CROWD WHICH GAZED IN A SILENCE OF AWE OR SOBBED ALOUD. THE STRUCTURE HIGH MOUNTED APACE. SOME SANG, OTHERS IN PRAYER KNELT; WHEN THE WESTERN WING WAS ADDED, ONE VAST SIGH AROSE & MADE ITS WAY INTO THE EARLESS SKY. LIFTS WERE INSTALLED, MANY HAD THEIR ASHES HAULED. IN THE END THE MIGHTY ROOF WAS HOISTED ON. THE EVENT TRANSPIRED THROUGHOUT THE CITY AT DAWN, FOOT UPON VIOLENT FOOT CONVERGED TO SHINING HENRY IN THE RISEN SUN, QUESTION TORMENTED THE MULTITUDE ONE BY ONE TO SEE TO WHAT USE IT WOULD NOW BE PUT. DEATH ALL ENDETH, HENRY TO SYBIL SAITH. SYBIL REGURGITATES, NO WORD FROM HER. AH, AH, NO WORD FROM HER. FLASHING EXISTENCE SEEMS FROM HER TO INCUR A BITTER SILENCE, VOMIT, ASSENT TO HIS DEATH BLACK AS IT MUST OCCUR. BLACK BLACK BLACK BUT NOT AT THE BEGGINNING WHICH WAS WHEN? HA HA WE NEVER REMEMBER. AND IN THE END WE WON,T. SUPPOSE WE SAKE UP THEN A SHRIVELLED CUNT: WE WON'T. AT THAT POINT TOO FALL WILL TURN INTO DECEMBER. DECEMBER: THE NOBLEST. AFTER THE PAINS & GLORIES OF THE FALL DEAD WINTER: SNOW CAR-HIGH, SNOW SHOULDER-HIGH, SNOW CINEMA-HIGH: HOPE SHOULDER-HIGH FOR DEATH : NO WORD FROM HER AT ALL. DEATH ALL ENDETH, HENRY TO SYBIL SAITH. HENRY SCAMPERED, YOUNG. HENRY DODDERED OLD. STEPS BOTHERED HIM. PACKAGES IN BOTH HANDS UNBOTHERED HIM. HIS FIGURE ALTERED NOT, HE REMAINED SLIM BUT THE MEMORY LOSS. PERSONS FROM OTHER LANDS READ HIM THEIR POEMS BOLD, DEMURE, IN CHINESE, BEGALI, SPANISH, AND CHANTED IN HIGH CAMBODIAN. HENRY WAS ENCHANTED ON AN IOWA AFTERNOON BUT WHAT DID IT HAVE TO DO WITH HIS FAILING LIFE, HIS WHISKY CURSE, HIS PROBLEMS WITH HIS WIFE, WHEN 'LET'S HAVE A NEW TUNE' SAID HAYDN TO SOMEBODY? HE BROUGHT HIS TROUBLES HOME AND THEY WERE GRAND, AND FOREIGN POETRY WAS FOREIGN POETRY; VALIANT, BUT NOT VALIANT, BUT NOT AS BRILLIANT AS A COMB TO MAKE HIM LESS DISHEVELLED. OLD HENRY NEVER WEPT BUT THEN HE NEVER SLEPT. ITS SOURCE OBSCURE, THE RIVER MAKE ITS WAY ALL THE SAME SEAWARD, AND ANIMALS CAN,T COUNT, SOME INSECTS CAN, AND BIRDS, AND THE AMOUNT OF ORGANISMS IS OVER A MILLION, SAY THE AUTHOR OF THESE BOOKS DRIVING HENRY CRAZY WITH THEIR ZOOIDS & THEIR INTERFASCICULAR CAMBIUM DID HE AFTER ALL TAKE THE WRONG COURSES? HOW CAN A MAN BE SO IGNORANT & LIVE? HE DODGED HIS WAY IN & OUT OF HIS RESOURCES WHICH HE'D THOUGHT MANY, BUT NUMB & STRUCTURTED LIKE A SIEVE HE ADDRESSED HISSELF TO A PROBLEM MORE COMPLEX (THE STARTER WON'T START, HIS LECTURE WILL BE LATE) : WILL SHE OR WON'T SHE COME? IF NOT, WHY SO? AND IF SO, WILL WE SEX? QUESTIONS MORE VEXED, ABSOLUTELY INNATE, WORSE THAN THEIR DAMNED INTERFASCICULAR CAMBIUM. LONG (MY DEAR) AGO, WHEN ROSARIES BASED HENRY'S VAULTING THOUGHT, AT SEVEN & SIX, HENRY PERCEIVED IN THE SKY YOUR FORM AMIDST HIS STARS. HE FOUGHT TO PLEASE YOU & GOD DAILY. SELDOM WICKED TRICKS SURFACED INTO HIS I. MALICE REMAINED, IN THIS MAN, MORIBUND UNTO THIS HOUR AND EVEN AT THIS HOUR IT'S SLEEPY & CAN'T BOTHER. LET DEMONS DO. BUT EVILS OTHER CONNED HENRY SUFFICIENTLY TO BLOT OR SOUR YOUR FORMS & THE FORM OF FATHER. I WAS THE ALTAR-BOY HE DEPENDED ON ON FREEZING TWILIT MORNINGS, AFTER GOOD DREAMS. SINCE WHEN MY DREAMS HAVE CHANGED. COULD FATHER WRONG OCCURRED TO HENRY GONE FEARFUL, GROWN. OUT OF THE WORLD OF SEEMS OUR DEATH HAS US ESTRANGED. SO AND SO TIRED I CANNOT CAST A SHADOW. IT'S BELLEVUE OR THE TOMBS IF I'M FOUND OUT, HOW HAVE I COME SO FAR? EXPLOITED HENRY PASSED HIS AVATAR. UNUNRECOGNIZABLE HENRY HURLED A SHOUT ROUND THE MIRRORS ON THE MEADOW. HIS FRIEND WROTE ON INCOMPREHENSIBLY, THE VIET WAR HOTTENED UP HORRIBLY, NIXON IS BACK IN SIGHT. SHALL WILLING HENRY STUDY ART HISTORY OR NUMBER OR WRITE LETTERS OR TEST THE TEXT OF THE MERRY WIVES TONIGHT? THE RIGHT AND THE GOOD: BUT HIS DISCIPLINE NECESSARY? THE MIRRORED MEADOW CALLED ALL RELATIVE, HE'LL TAKE HIS BABY TO THE CIRCUS, HE'LL LIVE, 'A DRINK, NO THANK YOU, SORRY.' ALL PROJECTS FAILED, IN THE AUGUST AFTERNOON HE LAY & CURSED HIMSELF & CURSED HIS LOT LIKE HOUSMAN'S LAD FORSOOTH A BREEZE SOMETIMES CAME BY. HIS SUNBURN ITCHT. HIS WIFE WAS OUT ON ERRANDS. HE SIGHED & SCRATCHT. THE LITTLE GIRLS WERE FIDDLING WITH THE TELEPHONE. THEY WANTED CANDY, THE WHICH HE GAVE THEM. HIS ENTIRE SOUL CONTORTED WITH THE PHLEGM. THE SUN BURNED DOWN. PHOTOS OF HIM IN DESPAIR FLOODED THE TOWN OR CITY. MOURNED HIS MANY FRIENDS, OR SO. THE LITTLE GIRLS WERE FIDDLING WITH THE PIANO. HE CRUSHT A CIGARETTE OUT. CRUSHT HIM OUT SURPRISING GOD, AT LAST, IN A WINK OF TIME. HIS SOUL WAS FORWARDED. ADRESSAT UNBEKANNT. THE LITTLE GIRLS WITH A SHOUT WELCOMED THE DAZZLING PACKAGE. IN OFFICIAL RIME THE OFFICIAL VERDICT WAS" DEAD. QUIET HIS LOVES LAY, AT THE BOTTOM OF HIS MIND. NOW & THEN, O NOW & THEN, AT INTERVALS, HE TOOK ONE OUT & INSPECTED IT. LIKE A CLOWN, OR A DOG TRAINER, OR A STRONG KIND OF MAN, HE PLACED IT UNDER THE WATERFALLS & EXPECTED IT TO SUBMIT. THEY DID HIM HOMAGE. WHICH HE DID REPAY WITH MEMORY. ONE IN THE END WROTE TO HIM, SAYING ARE YOU THE SAME ONE? HE WAS THE SAME ONE, & SHE PUBLISHED HIS UN- BOOK, LONG SINCE LOST, ABOUT A TRIP TO NEPTUNE IN TWO VOLUMES, LET'S SAY, IN HARD BROWN PAPER, IN HER SPENSERIAN HAND, WITH THE TITLE (FORGOTTEN) & HIS THEN NAME & THE IMPORTANT DATE. O SHE WAS A GOLDEN ONE, HIGHER THAN HENRY BY A HEAD, CALLED HELEN JUSTICE, AND THEN, UNTIL NOW, SHE DISAPPEARED. OUT OF THIS CITY MUSICAL WHERE HENRY IS OBSCURE IN A GRAND HOTEL UPON A CASUAL CANAL, NEAR PONTE GOLDONI, TO PERFORM HIS TRICKS, WHICH HE CAN HARDLY ENDURE BUT THEN HE DID AGREE. THEN ON TO LONDON, TO PERFORM MORE TRICKS. PHOTOGRAPHERS, REPORTERS ONCE AGAIN. THEN THE AEGEAN. A BUSY SUMMER FOR A SOLITUDINEM OF MEN, WHO WISHETH PAX. THE FELLOW'S IN A FIX AND HE DID IT ALL HIMSELF. O LONG AGO HE STRETCHED FORTH A PALM OPEN TO THE WORLD; HE'S TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN, WHO WISHETH PAX. TIRED, A LITTLE, HENRY OPTED FOR ATHENIAN CALM BUT HE WILL BE SORRY TO LEAVE THIS TOWN, CAT, CRIMINAL, FOX. MANY BORE UNCOMPLAINING THEIR LIVES PAINED SO LONG AND IN SUCH WEATHER. HENRY COMPLAINED. ALL A VENETIAN JUNE THE SUN RAGED DOWN ON STONE & WATER. GONDOLIERS SLEPT THRO' MIDDAY ON TO FOUR. MAN WAS INEPT AGAINST THE SUN, AND SOON HUMID HENRY TOOK BOAT UP THE GRAND CANAL WHERE THE BREEZE & THE PALACES REFRESHED HIM, PAL, PALACES BOLD & DEMURE. CHURCHES IN DOZENS CHOSE HIS ATTENTION; CLOSED LIKE ROME'S SOME FOURTEEN YEARS AGO. HE DOZED, DREAMING OF THE STUPENDOUS & IMPURE SUCCESS OF MEN ON THESE ISLANDS, HARD ON MEN BUT EASY NOW THE FABULOUS CITY AGAIN WITH STELLIO IN COMMAND & VIO & SCELLIO AT THE BAR IS BEING GOOD TO ALMOST PROSTRATE FOREIGNERS FULL OF GRATITUDE FOR THE POWER HERE, BRAIN & HAND. LEGMAN ASSMAN BUSTMAN, ABOMINABLE HENRY WANDERED THRO' FRANCE & ITALY AGOG: MY GOD WHAT VISIBLE PLACES. EVERYWERE HE STUDIED WITH BOTH HIS EYES THE FACES OF THOSE WHOSE FATES WERE HIS, LIKE A SLIGO BOG TO BE CUT & BURNT, OR BE FLOURISHT AMONGST GREAT CLOUDS FOR A LONG TIME AH NEXT SAN MARCO CHOIRING, WHO WAS CUT OFF JUST ERE HE FINISHT HIS WORK, HENRY'S DESTINY? HE FOUGHT IT TOOTH & RIME COUNTRY TO COUNTRY, HANGING ON. WHEN HE'S HAD ENOUGH HE'LL MOUNT INTO THE DARK BUT NOT (PRAISE SERENISSIMO) UNTIL TRANQUIL IN ATHENS TO THE FINAL TOUCH O HE IS NOT WORKING AS AT THE MILL NOR IS HE WORKING YET FOR ANY NEIGHBOUR SAVE TWO, WHOM WITH THE FUTURE HE COUNTS ON MUCH. HENRY, STAGGERING, ELDERLY, BLACK, NEARLY FELL OFF THE ACROPOLIS, IT IS SO DAMNED OLD HIGH. VISIONS OF THE FEET OF PERICLES RETRIEVED HIM, THOUGH THE PARTHENON IS EMPTY. THE STATUES ARE ALL IN THE NATIONAL MUSEUM AND LONDON, ETC, & MELTED DOWN. ATHENE, GRACE MY AGE WITH WISDOM, PLEASE YOU. LET NOT MY CLUTTERED & TRAGIC YOUTH DISPEL MY RADIANT BABYHOOD WHICH I MAY NOW RESUME, LIKE PEEK-A-BOO, I ADMIT THE ISLANDS NOW, LIKE LESBOS, SPELL ME SILENCE LIKE FOOD, LIKE THE STRANGE FISH WE LATELY ATE, MY DEAR. FLESH STRONG & GOOD, ALSO WITH MAYONNAISE IN GREEK. YOUR WORSHIP'S INTERRUPTED, HENRY'S A MERE ADMIRER, WHO DO NOT KNEEL DOWN & PRAYS & WHO IS FAR TO SEEK. HIS INSPIRATION LOST, O'ERCAST, HIS GRECIAN CAFE SHUT FOR A HOLIDAY, HE STROVE TO SAY 'HURRAH' TO HIS LADY CAT UPON HER ALL-RETURNING GOOD BIRTHDAY WHEN SHE'LL BE TWENTY-EIGHT. AND THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR THAT. 27'S TOO SOON, TOO IMMATURE, 29 VERGES HORRIBLY ON 30: OW! TWO LENGTHY YEARS--WILL STILL THEY SEE HER PURE? AS SUCH THINGS GO, IN THE WORLD, WHICH IS SO DIRTY? WHICH SHE WILL NOT ALLOW BUT HOLDS HER STANDARD TO THE MOUNTAIN-TOP WHICH HENRY ONCE DESERTED BUT NO MORE O HO HO HO WE PARLEYED IN A FOUL-MOUTH'D DIALOGUE LAST NIGHT: THUNDERS OVER THE HIGH THEATRE APPLAUD: LET'S KNOCK IT OFF & GO BACK HOME TO THE DOG. GULLS CHAINS VOICES BELLS: HONEY WE'RE HOME. I DON'T CARE WHETHER THEY CREMATE HENRY OR NOT. HIS LABOUR OF TRAVEL IS DONE HE CAME UPON SOME SHORE ONE TIME LIKE FOAM BUT HAD TO SET OUT AGAIN OR ROT WITH HIS LIFE ON HIM LIKE A TON. UNLIKE THIS FEVERISH VOYAGING WHERE NEW FACTS TURNED UP MOSTLY AMERICAN LOUD RICH & RUDE & PETTY, WHOM GOD ALSO WILL CALL TO A STOP WITHOUT THE LANGUAGES, BITCHES WITHOUT THEIR CURS. RATS ACROSS THE QUAI VOLTAIRE RUN, CAN FRIGHTEN YOU HONEY AT DUSK OR AN ARAB STREET: WE KNEW THAT: HENRY HAD THE WIT TO BE AFRAID AND SO MY DEAR LOVE WERE YOU. THE SHIP BANGS IN. WE RELAX IN DEFEAT, STIFFEN TO THE NEW ACQUAINTANCES TO BE MADE & THE SKY OVER OUR GRAVES IS BLUE. HE SITS IN THE DAWN, IF IT CAN BE CALLED DAWN, OF MIDWINTER IN MINNESOTA, SCRIBBLING. THE DOG PROWLS & WHIMPERS, BEING IN HEAT. HIS HUMAN LADIES ARE ASLEEP, THE BABY & HER MOTHER. HIS LAMP IS ON, ANOTHER OVERCAST. WHERE HIDE THE BRILLIANCES WHEREOF HE DREAMED IN SWIFT YOUTH, LOUD, UNABLE TO RECITE THE ACTUAL HISTORY OF DISAPPOINTMENT THAT WOULD BE HIS, AND THAT WOULD BE ALL RIGHT. TWO OF HIS BOOKS ARE BEING PUT INTO GERMAN, ONE WAS EARLIER IN POLISH. SO HERE FAILED HENRY SITS, COUNTING HIS LOSSES, NOT WHOLLY IN DESPAIR, AND GROWING HUNGRY. HE SLEPT LONGER THAN USUAL: ONE CLIFF HE HAD TO DESCEND, CLINGING TO MOSSES, WOKE HIM THOUGH. I WOULD CALL HIM HALF-ANGRY, AN OBJECT OF WINTRY PITY. TAKE THAT, OLD CLOWN, & THAT & THAT & THAT, WHO ROOST AMONG MY TROUSERS: AT 65 DO YOU PLAN TO BE BROWSERS AMONG THE YOUNG'UNS? LET THE YOUNG'UNS HAVE IT. CLOSER SETTLED THE SKY, IN RAIN NOT SNOW, IT'S ODD THOUGH, ODD THE DISTANCE FRANTIC BETWEEN FATHER & SON, BETWEEN THE SON & THE FATHER WHO WOULD HAVE PICKT HIM UP & KISSED HIM RATHER BUT FELT HE HAD TO DIE SO HE WENT OUTSIDE WITH A GUN, GRACEFULLY. I RECEIVE THIS INFORMATION, I. IT'S HUMANHOOD KEPT SOME OF THEM ALONG, OLD PAL, AND I WOULD NOT PUT THAT DOWN. WIND IT UP WITH A SORRY SONG. IN A WORTHIER END I'D MEET YOU ALL DOWNTOWN AND WE'D HAVE A BALL, BUT THAT WOULD BE THE END, TOWARD WHICH WE ALL DEPEND. GREAT FLAMING GOD, BEND TO MY TROUBLES, DEAR. I AM ASKED TO GIVE UP A WAY OF LIFE ESTABLISHED 22 YEARS AGO, AND BY MY DEAR WIFE, IN ANXIETY & FEAR. MY GREATEST EFFORTS MAY NOT BE ENOUGH. MY THOUGHT CEASES TO FLOW FORWARD TO DRINKS & CIGARETTES & SUCH AND STICKS IN THE NOW. WHERE I MUST BE FOR YEARS, FOR YEARS, FOR YEARS. I AM NOT MYSELF, IT SUDDENLY APPEARS, BUT HORRIBLE HABITS, HABITS, HABITS, MUCH LIKE THOSE WE GHASTLY SEE IN TRAGIC DRAMA--BUT THE HERO DIES. HENRY SURVIVES HIS HOLOCAUST. WALK ON! WITH YOUR RETCHING COUGH & BURNING TONGUE & YOUR SOBRIETIES IN THE FIFTH ACT, TO BID THE SOLDIERS MOAN AND SHOOT. APPLAUSE SOUNDS, OFF. I'M READING MY BOOK BACKWARD. IT SOUNDS ODD. IT CAME TWENTY MINUTES AGO. THE HELL WITH GOD. A STUDENT JUST CALLED UP ABOUT A GRADE EARLIER IN THE YEAR. THE HELL WITH STUDENTS. AND MY MOTHER ('MIR') DID THE INDEXES TO THIS BOOK. THERE'S MADNESS IN THE BOOK. AND SANENESS, HE ARGEUD. HA! IT'S ALL A MATTER OF CONTROL (& SO FORTH) OF THE SUBJECT. THE SUBJECT? HENRY HOUSE & HIS TROUBLES, YES WITH HIS WIFE & MOTHER & BABY, YES WE'RE NOW AT THE END, ENOUGH. A HUMAN PERSONALITY, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. THE LINES OF NATURE & OF WILL, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. I GIVE THE WHOLE THING UP. ONLY THERE RESIDES A LIVING VOICE WHICH IF WE CAN MAKE WE MAKE IT OUT OF CHOICE NOT GIVING THE WHOLE THING UP. AFTER SOME WEEKS IN HOSPITAL HE (THE MAIN DOCTOR--HENRY'S PSYCHIATRIST-- ALSO LOOKED IN) INITIATED THE WORD 'DAMAGED' & ALSO 'CRUSHED'. THIS WAS AN IMMENSE RELIEF TO HENRY WHO HAD PAST 'PICNED' SUFFERING BEEN. BETWEEN TWO VERTEBRAE, IN A MUSCLE SPASM, THEY CONJECTURE, THE GREATER OCCIPITAL NERVE HAD HELL, THE WHOLE LEFT SIDE OF DR. BRAIN A HOLOCAUST AND NUMB ITS SCALP. OF THE NECK--JUMBLING OF ROCKS IN THE TOP OF THE SKULL. A FEW MONTHS OF, MAYBE HE WILL BE WELL. MASADA SAW A BLOODY SERIOUS ACTION AGAINST THE ALTERNATIVES, ROMAN SLAVERY. ALL KILLED THEMSELVES. \\\\S 15.25.18_ EJ END OF MACRO MAXIMUM ONLINE BS USED 94 KWORDS 15.25.18 0.03 FINISHED : 1 LISTFILES