Bartok PC #1 3rd Shipment

From New Writes In East Farms / From Opus One

for Robin d'Hivers

© Wallace D. Brindle 1998 - all rights reserved

Now, [listen(!)...(!) there they are!] -- quickly fools! -- insane fools!

They hide inside the Allegro molto 3rd movement of Bartok's 1st Piano Concerto; Oh! []

Yes, they know about this little art poem hidey hole of mine, but dig mhann-uh, they just walk in and take over. Yah.

Can't you see that?! Ingrate monsters all of them -- liddle bathtardths!

I am floating now...floating near the lake in my Sensuous Shorts #27. Can't you see I have to suspend?

Enter!.... Enter!...... Enter!........ Enter!...........

Suspend to have!...(Celine used meaningless elipses alot -- well, continuously -- in North, don't get tense on me babe. I gotta amendmunt. Member?)

I see you!

Can't...Steven went...he...(;)

He just went mad one day and rolled on the floor like in that Dada dealie in re the Anna Blume excerpt German army dealie.

Skimming the surface of things like a waterbug; sketching. No daubs or strokes; no hopes

Of getting your orange car back with the pink dress, unless... [ "You want to forget this dress..." ]...

'Don't stop!' (she's thinking) 'or I'll FALL IN due to lack of sir face "10" shun (!)'

Don't stop! Skitter...(she's thinking): (ah)'ten-SHUN! About Haste! Sir: ...of lack to due in Fall isle -- or, "a dawn yard."

Thinking she's...STOP!...Don't! -- Enter!......Enter!........Enter!..........Enter!...........

Poor Laura...pink dress orange car sooo good; doesn't anyone care what might have happened to her in Blue Velvet? Not Bartok buggie skaters** (give me junkie flesh of pulp $0.35 magazine in the fit -- the dropper inside sir? -- No-wah!; around -- not in -- the hidey hole) **-- no, no we know that bloody molto...

Have I burned this song before?..

Hey, how safe are your kids with that...man...from Easy Rider, tell me that Hockey Mom?

Don't come around here no more with your petitions about stopping "crazy-poet", no-talent creep on his seventh floor

There in the movie on Lincoln -- well, I just saw it -- I ought to know where I live a little. DUH-uh!

Enter!......Enter!........Enter!..........Enter!.............

Is it me? Could it be me? "Maybe...but...I just don't see it..." (Woody to Morley)

I show you how to read Burroughs -- you don't do it.

I yell (sic) you how to read Borges -- you won't do it.

I give you precision interfacial intertextual techniques for Bukowski, Vollmann, what? even Henry James in China?

What do...you...give me? Watchtower? And not even M. C. Escher watchtower yet...

What have you done for me ladle?

Yop yop yop yop yop yop yop -- only one thing to do -- only one thing to do -- "Yah...I'd make a really good driver":

You have only one chance at this so GET IT right no skimming:

Blow up your computer. Go back to your Garden of Earthly Delights-like

Triumph of the Dead.

Peter Brueghel -- poor Laura -- Cities of the Red Night -- Enter!......Enter!........Enter!..........

"Yah...orange watch guard clock tower "gel" no "V(ollmann)" Express...pink night music dresses

Bar talk wigglers: "jerk the handle inside, sir"...pour Laura made really good d'Hivers, durn...(!)"

A related man she related one eve to me (he:) screaming in 1920's Keystone cops chase her with his meat cleaver bellowing: "I am the !King of Rape!...!King of Rape!...!Of Rape!...!Enter!......Enter!........Enter!..........Enter!............

Delft-nightly...Delft-nightly, blow up your computer.

"Wouldn't you?"

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