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From: | Valentine Gillespie |
Subject: | [bothans-dev] commemorative |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 03:27:39 +0200 |
Your voices sound like treescreaking in a
forest.
It is the memory of my nose that recalls me. It was
shewho dropped on my face those scalding tears which are terrible,beautiful; both,
neither. Of story, of design, I do notsee a trace then.
What do youthink their takings have been
today?
He haunted meanstreets and towns where women lay
drunk, naked, on counterpanes onChristmas day. This, for themoment, seems to be my
life. She had a basin in which she sailed petals of whiteflowers. They become Susan
and Bernard, Jinny and Neville, people we know.
The gardenerssweep with great brooms and the lady
sits writing. Already they are beginning to smooth their napkins by the side oftheir
plates.
Making love to a nursemaid behind a tree,that
soldier is more admirable than all the stars.
Still I gape, said Susan, like a young bird,
unsatisfied, forsomething that has escaped me.
I have sat before a looking-glass as you sit
writing, adding upfigures at desks.
Here are one or two of the figures I
saw.
The fish, the veal cutlets, the wine have
bluntedthe sharp tooth of egotism. He had the kind of beautywhich defends itself
from any caress.
We are landed; we are on shore; we are sitting, six
of us,at a table.
Thescrannel beauties of your roof-tops repel
me.
But now look, as we stand here, a ripple breaks on
the horizon. Built up with much pain, many strokes, said Jinny. They neither see nor
hear; yet on they go. His heroes wore bowler-hats and talkedabout selling pianos for
tenners.
Andimmense dullness would descend unbroken,
monotonous. But now listen;tick, tick; hoot, hoot; the world has hailed us back to
it.
Three hundred years now seem no more than amoment
vanished against that dog. Thus preserved, his tastelater was of extreme fineness.
That is not to be borne, I said, as I satbeside her on the roots that were hard as
skeletons. Soon one recovers belief in figures: but not at once in what theyput on
their heads. I walkedstraight up to you instead of circling round to avoid the shock
ofsensation as I used.
It forms on theroof of the mind and falls into
pools beneath.
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