CANTO 58
The way of magnanimous understanding where a gerbil knows he's a gerbil & thus acts correctly & refrains from pissing in the river & my Laura is released to live with me forever in non-gluttony non-idleness a-sleep where true love flourishes & not just in the suburbs of my brain As for the iceberg known as meaning Were there a Heaven We would want to go there Were there a Humanity We would want to wear it not as burden, rather, ornament Were there a God We would want him to like us to be his unisex handmaidens Were the world blind compared to what we'd sail away to a finer port Were there a will in the wind we would wish its intelligence to fetch us through dark valleys & stop us dwelling upon faults Orient me, each would cry Each to the sun in his sky Quantity-wise & quality-wise piteous tears reach critical mass in of all eras, ours If I could play with your rosebud minding to press down Critical mass, like a gathering, a gathering in the nerves might bend Justice Herself. LeMond. Gluttony, pornography, sprawling us across the cushions of idleness & self-congratulation along the American Way supported by slavery & murder at the borders. Those days! My other life went up my nose & lives in splendid isolation somewhere in my brain that barely functions. "Help!?" Help what? A river to arise on Helicon headed straight to here, uprooting what quickly's so much trash or rescue one more gerbil from just fate? et e si spento ogni benigno lume As for laurels, gerbils elect gerbils & act purely proud & high & mighty but their poems, when they write them, happy as clams at high tide to use the word 'spir-it-u-al-it-y' as if for them God might still exist suck like the mud at low tide So goes the State How goeth Laura? Does any love discard the garbage dump? "Philosophy. You can't afford the rent!" Where will my friends afford to live? You will have few along the way you take. Then there's the question of grace Grace for sinners, grace for not & how to distinguish it from offers Zinging in f/ the Chamber of Commerce (What do you personally not like so far? And who are you?) These three lines appear in the original Mss. only. Respect? You want respect? I'll show you respect! Let's start a fresh Crusade 140 acres each for all your men Let Babylon tremble And, oh yes, tell us about yourself, ditz, your special needs. But at the same time, Aidez-moi! Language is people.