5262. DON'T WANT TO GO RANGING

DON'T WANT 

TO GO RANGING

Not far afield nor too wide or outside, these

things are all they're meant to be. They nod

an affirmation, and the man who comes forward

just says : 'Science, Science, it's all Science, in

its way.' Xenophon was not liberally endowed

with brains; a military man. (Bertrand Russell

said that). Let it stand. 'You are to ask of me,'

I say back, 'about confabulation, about how we

make our way through this world making presence

and sense from things that are not. To you I reply

'we make our meek adjustments to the world.''

Hart Crane said that, or something of the sort.

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Now it's much time later, or what of it that remains.

Like a T. S. Eliot squire sitting at a pub table doused

with inequities and no quiet, people talk  -  attack 

like  -  talk of all things wrong and wrongly. You 

see as it is no things exist yet they try to make it.

Let us go then, you and I. The wigwam faction,

the Tammany Club, the land-marked hall on 24th;

all mysteries to me. I make now nothing and

I seek now less.

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I make now nothing and seek now less. So 

what uncle man, so what? I make now nothing 

and seek now less. Expel sadness.

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'Dead and dying lay tumbling on top of one

another in the streets, and at every water fountain

lay men half-dead with thirst. The temples, also, where

they pitched their tents, were all full of the bodies of

those who died in them. For people grew careless

of holy and profane things alike, since they were

oppressed by the violence of the calamity and did

not know what to do. Lawlessness and depravity

overtook the population, trapped within the city

walls with no escape from the raging contagion.'
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I make now nothing and I seek now less.
Expel sadness.