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Page 1 of 11939 · PDF PAGE 12
THE ARTIST. For FRIEDA I I know that Earth is false and Hell And Heaven to man are deaf and dumb, too. I know what last dim oracle Every Panurge is bound to come to. I find more mental bread and cheese In bounty of one brandy bottle Than in all books Averrhoes Once built about his Aristotle. II The babble of my slut, I swear Gives joy and certitudes intenser Than all the wit of a Voltaire And all the science of a Spencer. My poppy-pipeits shows surpass! More and more beautiful and brainier Than all the lumps of Pheidias And all the daubs of de…
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
On bread alone though a man cant thrive, Saint Luke says nothing of brandy; It may be the thing to keep us alive, And I see theres a bottle handy. Open it Bill! Theres only Five. It may be the thing to keep us alive. The Road of Excess, said William Blake, To the Palace of Wisdom leads one; Open a bottle for Wisdoms sake! And I am the boy that needs one. Its a long, long way, but its good to take Open a bottle for Mishter Blake! At the door of Burgess Fish Sauce Shop She stood, oh, how does it go, boys? Well, truly rural will do for t…
1939 · PDF PAGE 6
…s, When the All broke its peace with the thought of itself, and the schism began That ended in chaos of crime, in the crazy catastrophe, man. The soul is no ghost to conjure with the spell of: Illusion, begone! It is true, and hath might to endure, unassailable, travelling on, None hinders, commands or deflects; none alters its course by a jot; Space cannot constrain it, and time the waster erodeth it not. How should I love such a soul, my like, and like me the accurst From the hour when the Second was struck a spark from the forge of the Fir…
1939 · PDF PAGE 11
…e I reckbut, assume the existence of earth, Am I born to be hanged by the neck, a curse from the hour of my birth? Am I born to abolish mans guilt? His horrible heritage, awe? Or a seed in his wantonness spilt by a jester? I care not a straw, For I understand Do what thou wilt; and that is the whole of the Law.