pynchon-l-digest V2 #1557

[Terrance]

David Morris wrote:
> 
> Flame-seeking haiku:


Brain locked in the Hua-kai
why seek anything,
For before you turn about
You've cracked your skull.

Tattered pride,
a rag, 
shielding your face,
You  cross the noisy street
to a leaky skiff, 
wine in hand,
to drift down river. 

With knitted brows,
frozen glances, 
the officials You  accuse,
with bowed head,
willingly You'll be the children's Ox. 

Self, self-mockery,
for what would you do with these lonely tears on a cold
night's laughing?
A dragon never rears its head before sending down torrential
rain.
Winter water down these dirty streets flows to the
mountains.
But why should this stream of flames,
this dirty flow of filthy city tears,
complain above the horns and shhhhhhhhh of tires? 
complain forever to the laughing night its human
grievances.