it certainly helps to read this one out loud
And that's the way it always is and that's the way
it always ends and the fire and the rose are one
and always the same scene and always the same
subject right from the beginning like in the Bible
or The Sun also Rises which begins Robert Cohn
was middleweight boxing champion of his class
but later we lost our balls and here we go again
there we are again there's the same old theme
and scene again with all the citizens and all
the characters all working up to it right from
the first and it looks like all they ever think of
is doing It and it doesn't matter much with who
half the time but the other half it matters more
than anything O the sweet love fevers yes and
there's always complications like maybe she has
no eyes for him or him no eyes for her or her no
eyes for her or him no eyes for him or something
or other stands in the way like his mother or
her father or something like that but they go right
on trying to get it all the same like in Shakespeare
of The Waste Land or Proust remembering his Things
Past or wherever And there they are all struggling
toward each other like those
marble maidens on that Grecian Urn or on any market
street or merrygoround around and around they go
all hunting love and half the hungry time not even
knowing just what is really eating them like Robin
walking in her Nightwood streets although it isn't
quite as simple as all that as if all she really
needed was a good fivecent cigar oh no and those
who have not hunted will not recognize the hunting
poise and then the hawks that hover where the
heart is hid and the hungry horses crying and
the stone angels and heaven and hell and Yerma
with her blind breasts under her dress and then
Christopher Columbus sailing off in search and
Rudolph Valentino and Juliet and Romeo and John
Barrymore and Anna Livia and Abie's Irish Rose
and so Goodnight Sweet Prince all over again
with everyone and everybody laughing and crying
along wherever night and day winter and summer
spring and tomorrow like Anna Karenina lost in
the snow and the cry of hunters in a great wood
and the soldiers coming and Freud and Ulysses always
on their hungry travels after the same hot grail
like King Arthur and his nighttime knights and
everybody wondering where and how it will all end
like this in the movies or in some nightmaze novel
yes as in a nightmaze Yes I said Yes I will and he
called me his Andalusian rose and I said Yes my heart
was going like mad and that's the way Ulysses ends
as everything always ends when that hunting
cock of flesh at last cries out and has his glory
moment God and then comes tumbling down the sound
of the axes in the wood and the trees falling down
it goes the sweet cock's sword so wilting in the
fair flesh fields away alone at last and loved and
lost and found upon a riverbank along a riverrun right
where it all began and so begins again
it always ends and the fire and the rose are one
and always the same scene and always the same
subject right from the beginning like in the Bible
or The Sun also Rises which begins Robert Cohn
was middleweight boxing champion of his class
but later we lost our balls and here we go again
there we are again there's the same old theme
and scene again with all the citizens and all
the characters all working up to it right from
the first and it looks like all they ever think of
is doing It and it doesn't matter much with who
half the time but the other half it matters more
than anything O the sweet love fevers yes and
there's always complications like maybe she has
no eyes for him or him no eyes for her or her no
eyes for her or him no eyes for him or something
or other stands in the way like his mother or
her father or something like that but they go right
on trying to get it all the same like in Shakespeare
of The Waste Land or Proust remembering his Things
Past or wherever And there they are all struggling
toward each other like those
marble maidens on that Grecian Urn or on any market
street or merrygoround around and around they go
all hunting love and half the hungry time not even
knowing just what is really eating them like Robin
walking in her Nightwood streets although it isn't
quite as simple as all that as if all she really
needed was a good fivecent cigar oh no and those
who have not hunted will not recognize the hunting
poise and then the hawks that hover where the
heart is hid and the hungry horses crying and
the stone angels and heaven and hell and Yerma
with her blind breasts under her dress and then
Christopher Columbus sailing off in search and
Rudolph Valentino and Juliet and Romeo and John
Barrymore and Anna Livia and Abie's Irish Rose
and so Goodnight Sweet Prince all over again
with everyone and everybody laughing and crying
along wherever night and day winter and summer
spring and tomorrow like Anna Karenina lost in
the snow and the cry of hunters in a great wood
and the soldiers coming and Freud and Ulysses always
on their hungry travels after the same hot grail
like King Arthur and his nighttime knights and
everybody wondering where and how it will all end
like this in the movies or in some nightmaze novel
yes as in a nightmaze Yes I said Yes I will and he
called me his Andalusian rose and I said Yes my heart
was going like mad and that's the way Ulysses ends
as everything always ends when that hunting
cock of flesh at last cries out and has his glory
moment God and then comes tumbling down the sound
of the axes in the wood and the trees falling down
it goes the sweet cock's sword so wilting in the
fair flesh fields away alone at last and loved and
lost and found upon a riverbank along a riverrun right
where it all began and so begins again