Stamped against.
Constructed
on
no known
paradigm, a
carnival
leftward down the
heat
ran smoking
oblique—
curious
casketmaker
through a mongrel
architecture.
The systems approach-- role of majorities and minorities
in shaping public policy, amount of participation
they think an individual should be
allowed, role they accord to
public debate in resolving
conflicts, whether
they believe that man can or is willing to subordinate his private
interests to public
interests,
amount and kinds of freedom(s) which they
think
should be granted to the
individual, role of elites and of
experts in shaping government policies, role and influence of
factions and of special interests,
whether they rely on the appointment or election of high-ranking
officials—
and education
is a socializing institution
with a rigmarole whose role is assumptions,
which always will be readily apparent.
By attitude(!)
by look(!)
by voice(!)
the man who hits
can do things to the other which the other can’t even describe.
What knife
skinned off the
shape of old companions?
A cut, a
selection, a slice of
someone else’s orange?—
This is the part of me that is for you.
Who am I? What have I become?
It’s a trick
deck, every other card’s the queen of hearts,
but there’s no sense of banditry,
to loot someone else’s life and sentences
and make off with a point of view—
you know, that
sense of stinking through crust;
Hard to imagine though, between the incandescent body and the damp body,
A location not floodlit in facts
but allbright,
glazed in the integrity of incoherence.
Like the sand in the
sheets, the sand in the hair I’m so
lonesome for you.
Attention everyone! lest I have to kindle a light from
somewhere else.
We would almost like to see so profoundly saturate a story,
(in
comparison whipping everything
till
afterwards we remember without the least offence);
And do but leave out the power of willing, thinking and
perceiving ideas,
There remains nothing else wherein the idea can be like a
spirit,
That tongue must be utterly lost in the limited extent of
nature,
And thenceforward the mind adopt the body’s mysticism.
So here we go! into the space that keeps brushing away to a
renewed expectation,
(like a strand of consideration we notice
in
the most preoccupied times of our dearest acquaintance).
The pomegranates are bounding from air to air
in a band of coliseums razed to the
toast of health.
We meet, freshness of aerated hearths.
intentions that marry detachment with respect,
led to the water,
as a great wave skipping over the submerged shore
of derision.
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