5858. ONLY THE MOST NARROW NEGATIVE

ONLY THE MOST 

NARROW NEGATIVE

The mendacity of Ives keeps my feelings alive  - I

love all that anarchic stuff. Listening to bats and owls

alike bring me closer to the things I achieve. My shadow

is the walking ghost of my own pure past  -  an alliance

with things as they were. It follows and walks and stays

along : here listen to this.

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The pluperfect soundings of bells on the road, tolling

for noon or tolling for death, are supposed to stop us

in our tracks? In some medieval way unknown now?

The small inns and roadhouses, filled with cadavers

drinking their Black Forest swill? The peasants, each

sounding their story, holdings flagons and cups aloft?

I feel I am with a Breugel or Bosch in these things.

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I have hands and knuckles and muscles and loins.

I can lift logs or cut a limb for fire. Only the most

narrow negative thing keeps me back  -  the landowner's

foul horsemen, those inspectors counting the grain.