Sunday, September 5, 2010
We Are Accustomed To Each Other's Sadness
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Oxen of the Sun 395
A Gentleman, agreeable, standing,
Grieved by his own invitation
a hundred pleasures of worthy intention
The hearer now here devotes himself
To a form of early withdrawal
Expounding the happiness of the hand
be idle yet acquire the state of roundness
Where seated to account for vilest of
occasion, attending the task of handing
form the business of civil war
accompanied by engines of weeping
touching our names with a bit of color
while causing a defect in hearing
stilling the jewel of the heart
waking the inconvenient morning.
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Diane Arbus,
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James Joyce,
Oxen of the Sun,
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Ulysses
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