Right, another juvenalia...
To Whatever they call life.....
With accepted terms of prejudiced compromises,
in bowdlerizing smiles quite indispensible;
Will you sleep with me?
beneath dirty linens of dementing grey matters,
Will you bid for me?
when I sell myself for veneer flatters
Will you, for all the faults and lovely waltz,
take off your hat when I die
or
push me unto the stage
for
yet another try?
To attempt to justify the true essence of humanity in words is a torture of great magnitude.One such unparalleled venture to honestly reflect the true portrait of humanity was successfully accomplished nearly a century back on this very day; it is indeed no accident that the nirvana of the english language should share an epic birthday with the buddha himself.
Here is an excerpt of one of the most beautiful endings in the english literature......
.......O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914-1921
