Sunday, July 31, 2011

Narrative/The Appeal

If the system is maintained by its consequences: gypsy, recluse, hamlet, ledge--

Then wear a gold hat, if it will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too
Till she cry, "lover, gold-hatted, high bouncing lover,
I must have you!" or green, green I want you green the wind

The heaviest form of rhythm in speech is how it ascends into motion , not lip motion,
the body moving in its ledger of jokes, lies, songs, said the Reluctant American, to the Next Original Hipster. They danced out the jailhouse of chords sold separately into different fields for breeding and looming, met centuries later in jokes, lies, songs, and recognizing one another, are back together today. There's no such thing as reunion in a Happening Endlessness



Does it mean the crisis is a good time to express danger as, love, like, or priestcraft, lane, land, cul-de-sac, Sappho translation, or having re-read The Artist as Criminal and Victim looking for signs of The Hollywood Ten or Hamlet or mutant, your sequencer, found Langston Hughes promising the courts he didn't mean Good Morning, Revolution, he meant I'll win the way I've always done, by being gone when they come. There's been a terrible mix-up, having had all the persecution he could judge, he called this reaching into speech for an imitation of himself and finding the club of warnings-- the system will suffer its twin and move in him