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3.
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
4
so somebody
(think of it)
runs to stay in shape
leaves the house
is jogging along, working hard,
ends up going home
two months later
with no leg or with no arm or with two legs missing
nobody ever talks about them
they talk about the people
(rightfully)
that were killed
but they don’t talk about the people
(that)
whose lives have just changed
just changed
they don’t talk about that.
5.
i saw him
about two months ago
and he came up to me
I said, “how are you doing?”
very warm — “hey, how are you doing?”
“let’s get out of here.” and he said
“I’m doing good, you’re doing good?”
I said, “yeah.” I said,
“you don’t like me, and
I don’t like you. I never have
liked you, and you never have liked
me, but you’re going to support me
because you’re a rich guy.”
6.
next to of course god america I
love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn’s early my
country ’tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
7.
And they say
the noise causes cancer.
You told me that one,
OK.
[makes circles with his hands and a noise with his mouth]
You know the thing makes so…
and of course it’s like a graveyard for birds
8.
“Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what
i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed
boy
Mister Death”
9.
Space. A lotta room out there, right?
This is infinity, it could be infinity,
we don’t really don’t know,
but it could be,
there’s gotta be something,
but it could be
infinity, right?
10.
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”
11.
i think…
masks are okay
you have to understand
if you look…
i mean
i have a mask right here
i put on a mask…
when i think i need it
tonight, as an example
everybody’s had a test…
and you’ve had all of the things
that you have to
but i wear masks…
when needed
12.
nobody loses all the time
i had an uncle named
Sol who was a born failure and
nearly everybody said he should have gone
into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could
sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which
may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle
Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable
of all to use a highfalootin phrase
luxuries that is or to
wit farming and be
it needlessly
added
my Uncle Sol’s farm
failed because the chickens
ate the vegetables so
my Uncle Sol had a
chicken farm till the
skunks ate the chickens when
my Uncle Sol
had a skunk farm but
the skunks caught cold and
died and so
my Uncle Sol imitated the
skunks in a subtle manner
or by drowning himself in the watertank
but somebody who’d given my Uncle Sol a Victor
Victrola and records while he lived presented to
him upon the auspicious occasion of his decease a
scruptious not to mention splendiferous funeral with
tall boys in black gloves and flowers and everything and
i remember we all cried like the Missouri
when my Uncle Sol’s coffin lurched because
somebody pressed a button
(and down went
my Uncle
Sol
and started a worm farm)
13.
401(K).