Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 12:42:45 -0800
Subject: Hermetic Tongues


In reading you, I neither pretend nor presume to understand any more
than any bird that having gathered itself blasts forth more than it can
ever imagine even while the same eternal song returns and returns,
momentarily after periods of rejuvination of course, but even then,
always repeating the same note, and always on the same sort of
successive or particular mornings it finds itself so inexplicably
transpired.

That's what I do in reading you.

The Picabia references have yet to make it as deep into the provinces.

Neither can anyone 'busy with the purchase of nonrepresentables' settle
for the indirection they 'a'(c)cost.  Certainly that suggests a
susceptive to Achilles' shade, and succes d'estime; succes fou indeed!

Animals on le Pre?  Watch where you lie!  Chitterlins on the green?  See
Jean-Leon Gerome's "After a Masked Ball"!

So, how much time do you give the King Ariosto?


With a nod from the 
other side of the 
chaos you head toward,

Don Socha