Hermes

[R. Fiero]

http://www.themodernword.com/pynchon/pynchon_essays_stone.html
Introduction to Jim Dodge's Stone Junction
" . . . that favorite of writers, the incorruptible wiseguy 
known to anthropologists as the Trickster, to working 
alchemists as Hermes, to card-players everywhere as the Joker. . ."

"Whoa! Come 'n' let me roll that
Little grass skirt,
In the Zig Zag of my em-
Brace! . . ."

" . . . Why won't those
Ol' Wack-ky Coconuts, find some other place?
Why should I remain in Wack-
Ky Coconuts' embrace? Must be wacky 'bout . . ."

"Just a floo-zy with-an U-Uzi . . ."

"Just the start of a cheap Ro-
Mance . . ."
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The Lake Isle
by Ezra Pound

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragrant cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales not too greasy,
And the whores dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn'd profession of writing,
where one needs one's brains all the time.