Wednesday, May 7, 2014

5332. THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS

THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS
Here in the knife-sharpening class the talk was
of small things and meanings : 'what end is the
aim if no one gets there first?', and things of that
nature. The usual schoolroom twaddle in a room
fat with 'students of grad' set upon making a case
for something so as to get a grade and make a name.
In that respect both Life and Death are both the same.
Still taking orders at 28 in the League of Nations
classroom where we ate. When does it stop? Oh
White Fang you'll not know the ending. Things
go on and on. At the old Tower Records Store,
at Broadway and Fourth, they've installed now a
Baseball store  -  MLB Fan Cave. People sit around,
watching endless baseball games on 16 different
screens. The Grad Student Proctor screams! 'Let
us here gather  -  philosophy unfolds, all things 
biological evolve, New York glows.' Two men
in front are talking while they tweet. The League
of Baseball Nation benefits, while the grad
students eat. Again. And again. Some more.

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