oh my poor doomed ass

[Richard Romeo]

Lucky Pierre for yous who don't know is an endless
meditation on perspective, looping and relooping. I
looked forward to the book and when it was finally
published was somewhat disappointed. On the heels of
reading Gaddis' Agape Agape, it was double
disappointment whammy.
Coover doesn't really say anything he hasn't said
before and like the Gaddis, it felt like a clearing of
the decks. 
I'm feeling a bit bereft now--there aren't any writers
i'm crazy about. a bit of ra lafferty sure only for
his undeniable eccentricity.
I've found roth and nabokov to be really dullsville
tho I can see why folks appreciate what they do.
well, i do like those simpsons comics.

rich


--- Lucky Pierre <lucky_pierre2003 at yahoo.com> wrote:
>  
> The plainchant blowing through the gloomy valley
> like
> an aflicted widow, continues to mourn the solitary
> city. Overtaken amid the narrow defiles. Continues
> to
> grieve, ignoring the gradual illumination, a grief
> caught to secret acrostics, gone into captivity. All
> her gates are desolate. The eye courses the valley
> to
> its yawning wmbouchure, past a scattering of obscure
> excresences with bright tips, courses the dark
> defile
> to its radical, this pinched and woebegone pit,
> mourning its uprooted yew, her priests sigh, her
> virgins are afflicted. Gravis. Innig. In bitterness,
> 
> yes, con amarezza, she is bitterness. 
> 
> Ah! What a sight, this wild terrain cleft violently
> end to end and exposed like an open grave! 
> 
> Oh woe, her prices are denied a pasture, nature is
> convulsed, and a terrible commotion, sindered by
> plosives, sounds all about. Angoscioso, and
> disoerato,
> rising and falling intervals, sounds in the
> tremulous
> matinal gloom. 
> 
> Between the spreading intrados and the massive
> thighs,
> below the bitter valley, through the filigree of
> letters suspended mysteriously in the archway--MONS
> VENERIS, now sharp, now difuse__beyond and through
> all
> this can be seen the distant teats, hanging in the
> wind, blowing in the dawn wind, oh, therefore she
> came
> down wonderfully, her last end forgotten, heavy
> teats
> ready for milking, their fat nipples swollen with
> promise. They sway in the wind, and something is
> indeed falling from them, yes, like frozen milk:
> snow!
> Snow is falling, falling from the big teats, snow is
> wirling in the bitter wind, under the pale
> congrugated
> belly of the wintry dawn, blowing out of the ANUS
> and
> the VAGINAL CANAL, it is snowing on the city. 
> 
> O Lord, behold my affliction! A vast desolation, the
> city, the afflicted city, far as the eye can see. 
> 
> His hat jammed down upon his ears and scowling
> brows,
> his overcoat lapels turned up to the hat brim, scarf
> around his chin, he is all but burried in his winter
> habit. Only his eyes stare forth, aglitter with
> vexation and the resolution to press on, and below
> them his nose, pinched and flared with indignation,
> his pink cheeks puffed out, blowing frosty clouds of
> breath through chattering beaver teeth. His mouth,
> under his mustache, is drawn into a rigid pucker
> around his two front teeth; my god, it is cold, what
> the fuck am I doing here? His hands are stuffed deep
> in his overcaot pockets, and--poking forth from his
> thick herringbone wraps like a testy one-eyed
> malcontent--his penis ramrod stiff in the morning
> wind, glistening with ice crystals, livid at the
> tip,
> batting agressively against the sullen crowds, this
> swollen mass of dark bodies too cold for
> identitites,
> struggling through the snow, their senses harrowed,
> intent solely keep their brains from freezing, the
> ir
> asses from being dry0humped by the malign D in
> DEATH. 
> 
> Oh my poor doomed ass.  
> 
> 
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