Historical Disquisitions

Hello, hello, what to tell you was The world's invisible You see only yourself, that's not the world although you are of it Are you there hello why do you have your head in a sack? a roony-bomb dream tank? Why you got a banana in your ear? You where? Brown eyes they see blue sky The world imagines you Figure it's a planet You hear? an obscure star in the middle Once you were pleasure-milk and egg Were you there Now you are eggs of milk between your legs Are you there “I am situated somewhere near the rim of a fairly large galaxy which is one of a group of same & outside of which a considerable number take their way at incredible speeds & apparently in the opposite direction...” You are a wish to squirt pleasantly You want a lot of things & they are nice & you imagine They are you and therefore you are nice You are a wish to be here Wishing yourself elsewhere “Hello. Try to talk some sense even if you don't think any It is history (your mistake: “History WAS”) now * History an explanation of why I deserve what I take * History an explanation of why I get what I deserve * (Through more or less clenched teeth): “How can you sit there & look at the faces you see in Montgomery Street wiped blank from selling whatever brains they got faces in 3rd Street blank from facing a lathe all day & TV all night African tromped-on faces Asiatic hunger faces Washington war-masks & smile at me about how after all this is a Moral Universe gives me the screaming jumping meemies I thought you were bright enough had enough work-experience yourself to have some faint idea of...” * hello. “THE WIND RATTLES THE WINDOW I CAN'T SLEEP FRIDAY NIGHT IS VERY LARGE IN SAN FRANCISCO THE LOWER CLASSES GET PAID ON FRIDAY & GET ON THEIR WAY TO SPEND IT IN UPPER-MIDDLE-CLASS CLIPJOINTS THEY CLAIM AREN'T TOURIST TRAPS THE UPPER CLASSES ARE LUSHED OUT OF THEIR HEADS DOWN IN PEBBLE BEACH SUCKING EACH OTHER'S & WILL SKIP THE SHRINKER MONDAY HE'S GAY HIMSELF THE SILLY SON OF A BITCH AS LONG AS I'M NOT OUT HUSTLING SAILORS ON MARKET STREET & ONLY WHEN I'M LUSHED OUT ON MY OWN PREMISES (FOR WHICH I PAY EXCESSIVELY HIGH TAXES) I DON'T CARE” “The middle classes the middle class is mainly from out of town (that's what I like about San Francisco everybody's either up or down) they come & look at us they go away puzzled where they remain, outclassed... (they will fight the Rooshuns &c. they will fight the gooks & wogs & chinks & japs & niggers & commies & catholics & wall street & any man that tries to tell them different...)” “The upper class don't bother me a bit except why do they let themselves be buffaloed into hiring the creepy managers they do? Faceless men to represent a legal fiction? The upper well, the...” “UPPER CLASSES ARE HARMLESSLY IMBE- CILE THE CLASSES PRETEND NOT TO EXIST (& VERY NEARLY CAN'T, OUTSIDE OF JAIL) THE MIDDLE CLASS MANAGER MERCHANT BANKER PROFESSIONAL PROFESSIONAL THE SOLID (IT'S THE CHEESE THAT MAKES IT BINDING) CALVINISTFREUDIAN DEMOC- RACY SWELLS & B L O S S O M S ! ” TERMINAL LUES ACROSS THE SHOULDERS OF THE WORLD “The Roman Empire went to hell when the Romans bought them- selves a goon-squad; bankrupted themselves trying to enforce moral and sumptuary laws...” History's now