summarizin' (was Come Screaming)

[Terrance Flaherty]

Can't Wait wrote:
> 
> Kevin--
> 
> I appreciate your urge to respond.  Unfortunately I don't recall the
> Summarize Proust Contest, but do you remember when Chapman played
> Oscar Wilde?
> 
> It's interesting that you glommed onto the term 'summarize' and
> changed the title of my post.  I'm not interested in any rational,
> deep probing summarizin, but as my title suggested, I want you to
> Come Screaming.
> 
> It may be a silly suggestion of mine, no doubt, but so what?  Here's
> what I said:
> 
> 'What I would like to see--and I'm asking you, I'm asking everybody
> who went through the entire GRGR trip--I would like to see, not
> summaries because you'll start blabbing about 'well it's so
> complicated and plus it's all such a matter of perspective', what I
> want to see is your hearts poured out in one grand statement about
> what you think, how you feel, about the Rainbow's, the Rainbow's, its
> what-it-isness, it's....what is it?
> 
> Do you follow me?'


Yes, I follow, I follow You....

The Rainbow? Look, look, look to the Rainbow where the idle
poor in spirit become the idle rich through the eye of a
needle's soul and those were coins that were her eyes. Look!
I do not see the tower as jbor sees the tower but the hang
man isn't  hanging  so don't fear death by fire. 

 I was moved by deep feelings evaporating with temptations I
just can't wait for nor resist. And yes, I said yes, it was
our humble host and that old gentle fellow who taught us all
how soon time will make us all octogenarians or dead but
never as wise or fair as he.  

Yes it entered my bloodstream, a moment fainting like an
alter boy high on incense where I breath in the Word. Thanks
be to father fagot breathing hot at the nape of my neck like
a bad perfume strinking up the springtime filled with sweet
lilacs that bloomed and hyacinths you gave me when you
called in a girl and we vanished inside that great circle of
color where only those that are entirely beautiful can hold
a handful of water and tempt us to defy the innocence of
dreams. 

Oh it is a beautiful film splashed with expressionistic
colors dancing with playful puppets and little girls and
their dolls Und plotzlich ist er Flamme, ganz und gar. Mit
einem Blick (Katje) entzundet sie ihr Haar and, dreht auf
einmal mit gewagter Kunst ihr ganzes Kleid in diese
Feursbrunst  

But why must men always be talking on Things, on Objects
lost, things not their own, like servants carrying the
baggage of another man's soul to the penthouse?   

A scamming scream a second, a laugh, a gas, strong swimming
Jack and X swimming shiningly through the Jazz smoke on a
Cambridge night up from New York looking to get your finger
smelling like anything but your own tight asshole and all
those dead soldiers and a laugh a minute, a cry?  

Oh the delight, the loose paint scraped from the hull of my
dry docked heart when there in the center pulling the
rainbow, Mitte, wie du aus allen dich ziehst, auch noch aus
Fliegenden dich wiedergewinnst, Mitte, du Starkste.