the retrired

The retired thinker. The retried varia, scholia , and underlined note spiral notebook. One love affair, two combs, one set of spectacle. One bird, two bees in a glass, a cane, a stick, an amulet.

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Does the transcendent ego bear its gifts toward death
Egyptian style


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As fictions go this reaches a limit. Is this say, the Outside , the Real? __________ Someone strolling outside, if one wishes. Along the river enbankment with a woman who's recently had a baby. The mother of the said daughter, declares her fiefdom to the visitor________________ The complex reading is that the mother is oedipalizing something she can't understand, grasping for her own freedom she calls it love.

____________________________ Felix: Discontinue:
_____________________________ Mona: gottcha!

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con_jecture conjunct

Ah voila and those were the days eh, the ramb.e the gamble and test, a whole continent in movement... restless to its edgs, ready to steam roll, stream over change the surface,

fo things, and what happens, is she's bearing balls to the death god : Communism with a human face.

_____________________ well being a spy aint good for anyone, least of all poets and becomers. A face with a capitalist tarnishing! O me lads the bored lassies of Marlowe and company. Along the striding roofs of England . And Ireland a mere pepper salt in the wind!

the conjecture||||||||||||||| We'll take our disjointed room and life, and live. O pink sweater of your thigh. Clamber me now.

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no time

in the end there 's no time there is no time

ends in pieces||||||||||||||||||||| Box up your shoes, to entrain for love, your train carries weight.

__________________ fragments of a communist intelligencer. Plucked up at the fine age of her verging brains, she's cover'd her emblem with the spillage of musemyself is the dear god of bogs.


____________________________________ let's say it last time the dialectic
fired her brain and she assumed the holy and bodily Assumption of Lennin into the heaven.

____________________________________ Mona waking's disappointed at this cruel crap. Not the best of ways to end yr life, the eternal return of desire in the blanket sheet of the West, New York city a Russian refugee .... picking up a

welfare cheque.. the Bronx to hide out, and play dead, a bohemian thicket , and a thick American born accent covering it up.

So such were the ways, of her niveauing self. ~

Everything was a code
and it crackled
then
cracked


_______________________Seams over the line of East/West

breast

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Disabled bottin

Jill's disabled from her thorn. Like a see disconnected from the whittled down hearing of wave. Not foam, nor spume but the high tide of the river as sometimes its nape starts to seize the glimpse of orient pearl and rustic flavours hurry their way and the one thing stopping the whole campaign begins abruptly rising .

Stupid Descartians won't ever understand this gritted girl's lesbian n sexes, she fits every love fitting for solitude ___ levers it for tough rains

Pushing to (the) edge its rougher than salt the volcanic bump near the top cramps the travellers as if the torn ligament left nothing to an empty space of travelling

but murmurs, (or muttering madly) ~ .

If it's cold she's hot with the pastures of hunger and the factory of lust, she coughs glitter and mezzaninnies of bewilderment. In this way words are her language, the stutter grapple of nearing and reaching.

The great philosopher on the other hand, between his producers,

is humbler than his enemies

On the other hand on the other hand on the other hand

If vanishing's the name of the game, appearing is its result.

the dicta:what Mona knew and didnt

_________________________Dazed in Plateau: 1986, spies and bakeries. She was a true Communist believer. Holding her breath, in the midst
of the rough contradiction between sleeping and spying:.

of the proletariat a communist beach... 'rushing' in the wave.

at the hotel . thousands command. Red Square, almost recruitment time: 1985 Jack & Jill in Moscow, o yes, and others the antipoverty workers, the Leninist button, or badge, Mona tarried in Moscow remembering the thousands of horses, what quip was that? And at the restaurant before heading East, the
sommelier

slipped a pack of cigs.. (wine on her tongue tip) her garter belt glowed in the dark sky of communism's heat, a train tracking East and ever further East, the long winter...

and the revolution forgotten.. the war losing and won... the heavy .. air, the fields, the .... bare .. of it, Jill riding East east and east a train in the night reading Moscow Editions, Capital volume 2, i n Russian no less, the good gift of being a sleeper, was having learned so much,
that regular schooling've never achieved, her classroom
was that special Comintern, the one bringing over the west grapplingly to the East.....


O dear Mona if only you knew the half of it, the weird shaky trace of it,
what you thought had been the flow
of its language had been planned 2 decades previous

before the script had been written


then drinking it up a splash of propaganda every step of the way, a dumb communist blonde huddled in the dark, a bitch of communist heat,
a look here and there, in the distance, never to imagine
its ending

its fast crumble
in the park of capitalism's
perfect victory

the


word shunted off Mona took off on that long snow bank and disappearing disappeard for the day and night into the long communist rehabilitation center,

dragging Marx back with her , and Jill the famous toodler
whispering enchantments in her Ear


unite! unite! my worker
unite your self is in pieces
the ....
volume schizoid... ...d ... raggedy....



________________

we evolve

A pirate is reading evolve love reveal. Explain show original is absolute fault. Man is unforeseeablity his ability to see cannot be seen. His see is sun, an d foresun its love original. The originals were giant s saith Vico but the wishbutt runs round the hide of deliverance_______________________________ Jill shirks at nothing. Her veil's the common drama the drachma of every salesman Dostoeyesky? He upspeak and high buttocks ways.

" We Must Evolve Into Philosophers

Bergson explains now that our intellects reject "this idea of the absolute originality and unforeseeability of forms"________________

Mechanics of enduring love, the Duhing- Anti-Duhring by Engel is it? what shall seize this partnarrative partitive is blocking bellhop._________________Rush over and sees these foreseeings. Dimplefaced prophet conceives the prototype.

___________________________ Jill's harrowd the body its gifts a plain sunset on the roaring song of bygone knight______________ Mona stripping her this and That takes his big philocock in her mouthingcomb sucking back the setting sun of everyday sworn jury. Love's like that, it's a fit. ANd a pit and a jour de jour journey.

A journeywoman. One might say_____________ .

verse

________________

Jill thinks its irreversible unreadable and lovable. Its a suitcase packed full of leaves.Not leave-takings forsaken by love's walk, but vouchsafed by the fair fox of solid hump,paddocks, and low ridged mountains.

________________________________ But its not of course. Reverse, the what? time chronicled by babylogue and bastardy? IS that the tower of babel and the church of one, Mister ?

_______________________ Rushs over to the cents of logic, pattering her hipthight round the bowl of love. Love's hot plate, the snatcher desire and its fanfare lucky pluck all weeds. O indeed this sin is love.

_____________________ Becoming woman becoming air becoming full moon , ending things... as harvest.

____________________________ Monsieur radio c'est la machine désirant

... in winter...SillE goose

Silly goose gorgin herself on this to write 2 when she means three: how can three beone ?: ... in winter...: "_____O the spring came in winter ."

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It has something to with ? music dharma? Indian bodies roaring?

______________________

Mona's sing song signature is sure to be bound in spliced can-can knickers on this 'dirty' message~

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!987 : Franny heads to Italy, she s felix to her Italian and roving 'masses.'

_________________________________ I never foretell whats Mona gonna. I always forget. I forgo. Its best. I forgo then we go along just jimdandy as if at the Woolworthy store front.

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Its a foregone furnished ... lusion..

le fournis c'est tres beau, on arrive avec rien et on quitte avec toute

.

bisou mon amour ~.

Mon adresse c'est bis a la votre

Blown 2

Blowing her heart in. It comes round the stage, and opens its push. he carries the earth in her side. A frame reprieving Orpheus his Sapphic paydeck. Not the certain shy of the One : JIll Blowing 2|blown the trumpet . Not the stirring theft of this glass. but her lover's bob. Rum tum tum, a the farm. The warm geese bounce the rice and the mouse creature lofty as cretaceous murmurs wonders her cerulean watering.

She wan. She wanton. A diamond for her secret sexed . And came to his awnings with it.

a Bud Ant AbUnDant

Neither themes nor motif ~ abudant and rich what 're are the connecting bills and burrow? are she share her reverie ... the forms! the subjects the jecting jet of cloud .... the one, the

three,

the one goose,

the ringing history,

the powering clang

the pane march

the noted pane

the cream pane

the whirld pan

the bird spiritual

there is no opoosing of the love bird

coot and hoot

______________________________

grunted off the column round the pen

____________spiirt man woman child

___________________

at the leve of the hand marking the time

the one two

the two

theme

the three motif

the case design

the expression

field

She bends to love his swooning surrender

__________________

An OVum

In the sharp current its passed her love . Not so the quaint mum. okay so its finethe way it was. Not the fragment and the rushing water. the river. the the the . the . the devenir. the ascot. o its crumbling we're coming to the arrival of the end. could itbe.? bite the feather of the

ther e was a woman

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|there was a woman. rich. as . and she. cameo . it hurtled it far. . cross. ... then.. non, try. absconded in the consonant. hefted her weft to wheel||

__________________________ if its's. then. _______shimmere'd round the veil. the pronoun captured by its event. and the adjective sacrficed on the permanent sense of adventure. each page, bow, long strip of ship. and builders's know-how. comes around your beast.|

rp _ round this place. the microwritings. along her wristedhid.

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Jill Hollers with all her might the narrative base

poets

Homers

Virgils

abudant and rich

______________________the woman came to love . his card was blemished and obscure. So that she could see it. Even on the telephone.

INside the ovum shes rich and care. Something to lean for. Or . the whisper of her breast. O yes, the whisper and hulky shape of things to come. and their bearing. this ontology has wreaths to fulsome furl its kindly Air is nocturnal and her ape has none of the sembalance to humans expected of resememblance or resemblance. Never mind th totem pole. and the schizo roundtree, and the capture, of the dividing territories. Inthe seventh hole, anything comes. Its tuned to us and our loves. Shes come . Of this be maroond crimson of this wooded embankment and the Oopsala of it.

You're insane!
That my dear goes without saying if we lose the beat.

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nota verse_ O yes the 25th

On the 25th sliver of October she was absent. As frayed costs shipper's kept hid from their employers. The gown and hood, motor-board or cap was a chess-set

that wrangled the fair wind of warlocks. She's beast to her Abel, and Cain was thrusting biblical parries to the dust in the mud , or the dust of the midriffed wind

that was the Indu valley. And this? Well, she's not certain of volume, but one thing is velvet and that's her mirth , and her merry gogo cogito her go-go girl tarting.

So weep and laugh yer darling foolridden self, the double headed goddess has come. Rum along the thigh of her sacrifice. The supreme taste of her blood .

nota verse

nota verse

Not a verse in time spending the knight. Her calm claim to love's stupendous. The step child marries the god. The awareness dawning of rivers of blood and racing behind her eyes. Synthesis and stupefaction mime her lesson along the long river of self. And its divisions mounting well, if ontologies this, then she's that. Her lover, half way round the saw-saw see-saw world that's square as Charing Cross juncture needs her . Bliss envelopes.

This is the thing, the wending by river and salt. Her coat's caught in the cosmic winding round its aim. She's brushed the silver. If it carries him far enough, they'd meet at the boulevard and the newsstand__ Everyone knows love bears a thought better than a vein, clearer than a cloud, that's accumulated mustering harps, marooned by islands, and chattering for sweet nothings. That's love's hippy-hippy shake.