Monday, September 9, 2013

4612. CLEARLY VET

CLEARLY VET
Howl, howl and supermarket Chinese  -
lines of people syntactically destroying
their own base culture. Ah, radioman, I
have squelched your signal and your mother
will come home no more. So save me, tendentious
one, and bring me home, in the same way, from
your pages. (Oh my friends, do you believe in
my innocence? Restore me with a hallelujah').
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I met a man named Eli  -  'I'm Puerto Rican, from
Perth Amboy. My wife's away for eighteen days,
ten more to go, visiting her family in Panama. They
own land, and she says they eat for a dollar fifty a day.'
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I remembered reading Philip Larkin. 'Sexual
intercourse began in nineteen sixty-three (which was
rather late for me). Between the end of the Chatterley
ban and the Beatles' first LP.' I am even now present,
and not sorry for it, here holding Larkin's hand.
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Oh, then, so very many things are somehow all
connected. Fierce, fierce, the fighting on the sea.
Fierce, fierce the violence on the land.
 

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