The City, the Church, Monarchy appear as valedictory, the land ruled by idiocy. Our saviour : Aristocracy. There is, wounded, Purgatory. Most media, tom-foolery.
Surrey Bash
All they want is to eat madly and carry on speaking badly but never see anyone sadly. Behind every tree, a baddy. Million year wait for a caddie ! Put more brandy in the caddy.
You want her for somewhere sandy with both of you feeling randy.
Quipping For Epstein
Trouble is, women get older and, rich, you want someone younger. Time, the enemy of smoulder and of her alluring shoulder.
(Eliot joked : why does Epstein rhyme with Bleistein, his Venetian.)
February 28th
On The Rialto
Bleistein palmed a stare cigar but Burbank, then Sir Ferdinand Klein taken by Princess Volupine deep in Venice, not Florida.
In each encounter, behaviour a perfecting with the sleeker. * The prow silvery, in the dawn as the prow of dawn not forlorn.
The ash in the vast Piazza overnight, taken by water.
What of the intertextual, the rhyme forbidden : sexual.
Go, Genoa to Palermo thereafter, to Agrigento.
On The Grand Tour, all on offer pre coming back to The Tower
and the mosaic fragmenting to the sounding of lamenting.
March 1st written at Latin Lauds
Pergamon
Today, one of broad avenue sky on a pavement approach, the light vaster, you recall the broad-boned fleshy face of peasant Maxwell puffy with money, Sicily written in him, and that terror. A Board can need an odd-job man for a hatchet job ; he, his own. He felt major watching Football. Thunder, gargantuan footfall.
Lingua Porta
Bertolt Brecht to Anthony Hecht to Ezra Pound shrieking : Echt ! Sand Berlin subterranean, my mustardy train scream vision. The ascent, from Piranesi : would I exit from Germany ?
February 27th withheld for news ========================== Preview from walking tour back from St Judes and Cliveden Resto:
No Such Thing
Palatium House, on Hill Brow an essay in the sardonic. The tawdry emptiness, epic. Never a female in tow.
