IV God Damn the Repo Man

[Michael Bailey]

(didn't Joyce write something about "the big wide harse of Willingdone,
this way to the museyroom" (and, like Bigfoot...) "mind your head going in")

 and of course Pound: "usura contra naturam est"

right?  ok, and but so, what is a good noir novel without
a character realizing exactly how morally dubious he is,
and how can he realize that without first not knowing it?

Just so happened I was feeling justified in myself, and needing
help in casting down that golden crown too...

"the betrayals of which I am part" - Roy Harper (McGoohan's Blues)
"my Lord is crucified, and I should laugh?" (some saint...can't remember atm...)

> So the smoke-stacks have Earned the compounded interest bearing
> capacity of Berkshire and Gold Coast monies. Money profits and
> proliferates through interests and trusts like a Slothropian estate.
>

"They make money the old fashioned way: they <spoken with
an urgent burr> *urrrn* it"

> The irony is, that money is not barren, people are.
>

right on!  the rich get richer, and the poor get...children...


> God Damn the Repo Man to Hell. Larry wants to hire some dude dig the
> waves for him, the natural waves coming to the shore blown by the
> breath of God.
>

so the guy in the white baggies, right, riding way out there beyond
any "locals-only" turf conflict, he's the guy to emulate...
in fact, maybe he could be the ideal narrator, aware and forgiving
of all the flatland flaws...