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*question is, motörhead (motoorhead) or hawkwind? given hawkwind's magnu... yeah, the latter.* i told you about it, about the despair as a reader jailed together with ezra pound writing the pisan cantos, LXXVII gave me a reader's constipation, hardly a digested piece of work, but then the sky was gloomy grey atypical of england, and i forced myself to read the piece having left it mid-way; well, i was reading an article on ************ and an abstinence from it on vice news... apparently the benefits and the cons are a debate akin to a swing: to and fro... scientific objectivity (nearly an -ism), a ******* pendulum... tick, tock, tick, tock, la la la, ha, etc. so i got reading the canto, and suddenly the sun came out bold enough to look at forms to caste shadows of them... weird shamanism or just chance opportunism, but if you get my drift, you wonder at the brush and the brush-strokes, the sun the brush, the canvas well atmosphere, and the paintings shadows in luminescent anorexia... my drift though: the a new directions paperback of the cantos, page 491... the verse about the army politics and the exquisite use of grammatical terms as decisive shortening of events... i.e. noun: chair, tree, armadillo, bed, head... adjective: chewy chow mein... etc. that gave me the giggles... and indeed Pope Francis told the Rolling Stones to not play a free concert on good friday in Cuba... but they did anyway... i say, someone please steal the pope's kippah! it's a farce him adorning it post-holocaust!
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
passing canto LXXVII
*question is, motörhead (motoorhead) or hawkwind? given hawkwind's magnu... yeah, the latter.* i told you about it, about the despair as a reader jailed together with ezra pound writing the pisan cantos, LXXVII gave me a reader's constipation, hardly a digested piece of work, but then the sky was gloomy grey atypical of england, and i forced myself to read the piece having left it mid-way; well, i was reading an article on ************ and an abstinence from it on vice news... apparently the benefits and the cons are a debate akin to a swing: to and fro... scientific objectivity (nearly an -ism), a ******* pendulum... tick, tock, tick, tock, la la la, ha, etc. so i got reading the canto, and suddenly the sun came out bold enough to look at forms to caste shadows of them... weird shamanism or just chance opportunism, but if you get my drift, you wonder at the brush and the brush-strokes, the sun the brush, the canvas well atmosphere, and the paintings shadows in luminescent anorexia... my drift though: the a new directions paperback of the cantos, page 491... the verse about the army politics and the exquisite use of grammatical terms as decisive shortening of events... i.e. noun: chair, tree, armadillo, bed, head... adjective: chewy chow mein... etc. that gave me the giggles... and indeed Pope Francis told the Rolling Stones to not play a free concert on good friday in Cuba... but they did anyway... i say, someone please steal the pope's kippah! it's a farce him adorning it post-holocaust!
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Mar 28, 2016
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