Tuesday, January 24, 2012


The human ass comes under fire
Asses resemble closely other asses
In curves & masses
Firing the same at the right time
Best if one is like oneself, solitary
Best when men mix to be the one unmixed,
neat, undiluted, solitary

What gladness to flee the world
Into a new world made largely with the intellect
Amid the ravishing lucidity there,
things that can be & cannot be
get well churned together
There big & little must be the same
in that the difference doesn't make any
"Little" is transformed,
from being small "a paltry thing
becomes the janitor of the wide world"

Like you
Is this "you" not yourself?
Not you? Why not? Not long enough?
You & your long enough
Who do you think I am?
I am you
Yes, you - that whole great
majestically startling
mentally epic burning
model of heaven



I.  Paul Nash:  We are making a new world, 1918

II.  Paul Nash:  The Ypres Salient at Night, 1917-18

III.  Paul Nash:  The Menin Road, 1919

IV.  Paul Nash:  We are making a new world, 1918

V.  For more Paul Nash, see The Bay (link).

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