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Banging gongs under frozen waterfalls.
"One mad demand made a demon." —Anthony Etherin (palindrome by pairs)
"It is by manipulating ochre, making paint and creating the first signs, that our ancestors developed symbolic thinking..."
"GREEN LIGHT
Bought at the drug store, very cheap; and later pawned.
After a while, heard on the street; seen in the park.
Familiar, but not quite recognized.
Followed and taken home and slept with.
Traded or sold. Or lost.
Bought again at the corner drug store,
At the green light, at the patient's demand, at nine o'clock.
Re-read and memorized and re-wound.
Found unsuitable.
Smashed, put together, and pawned.
Heard on the street, seen in a dream, heard in the park, seen by the light of day;
Carefully observed one night by a secret agent of the Greek Hydraulic Mining Commission, in plain clothes, off duty.
The agent, in broken English, took copious notes. Which he lost.
Strange, and yet not extraordinary.
Sad, but true.
True, or exaggerated, or true;
As it is true that the people laugh and the sparrows fly;
As it is exaggerated that the people change, and the sea stays;
As it is that the people go;
As the lights go on and it is night and it is serious, and just the same;
As some one dies and it is serious, and true;
As the corner hardware clerk might know and it is true, and pointless;
As an old man knows and it is grotesque, but true;
As the people laugh, as the people think, as the people change,
It is serious and the same, exaggerated or true.
Bought at the drug store down the street
Where the wind blows and the motors go by and it is always night, or day;
Bought to use as a last resort,
Bought to impress the statuary in the park.
Bought at a cut rate, at the green light, at nine o'clock.
Borrowed or bought. To look well. To ennoble. To prevent disease. To entertain. To have.
Brokn or sold. Or given away. Or used and forgotten. Or lost."
—Kenneth Fearing
"Inside, the peeling blue brocade wallpaper and superabundant candelabras produced the unsettling atmosphere of an E. T. A. Hoffmann story. Oil portraits of obscure ancestors peered over wall-mounted deer skulls, and one bedroom was in the exact shape of a grand piano."
