[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 5-5a]
Fragments of Cynicism
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28-1-08 – early morning (2. a.m.)
The leu said “I can fly”.
Do you know why?
Can you tell why? she not † fame
The eagle said “Do I fly well?”
Why? Can you tell?
(They tremble most at inward
Do you related? She could not fly to Heaven.
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The boy youth, the girl kind
And the word worked in with
To know the point for touch of kiss
Given by the girl to the boy
The |*sound| to thy word is |*wind|
“†” {…} “free from stare
† dost who has e’er comprehend
The medulla and the brain!
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The heart’s a pump. (Just this.)
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[5v]
I learnt to perceive from Nordau
Had from rave in thought
I would † one would tell me now
Had for 100 not.
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Baby can into the world
In a basket full of flowers
Which a fairy brought an angel Copied
From the formidable leaves.
A †
14 suicides
2 murders
6 rapes
246 theft
Etc etc
This is not a poem
But God’s in his Heaven
And all is well with the world
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Will not God rest a little bit?
His loss crushed eight to-day
How[1] many murdered, hatred, hit
So many just away!
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[5av]
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In what I am not to say
Now may ask me how I am
We come to the “How do? God say”
“Quit all troubles.”
The world has just this only curst.
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Let us bliss my dream
Not on lands hold me back
But to † on my †
And {…} slack
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Be so kind as to understand.
Be so kind as to comprehend
Be so kind as to take note.
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Accurst be he the dull of mind
Who joy or unite in these can find,
Accurst be he who {…} shall say
“This man is undoubtedly gay”
There are only each and teach
Of letters, but very much
[5ar]
Let all to my confusion
Bliss is the art each express
Of truth a part e’er we unite
How am I, † †,
Now eternal and half ages of age
Aching since caries to wage
Love against. Sat and against Church
And against evil e’er to fight
Between played in a kind of night
In spirit and not very sane
Without in body nor in brain
Employing all my life in living
Employing all my thought in thinking
Before the light of the sun smiling
And without smiling nor believing;
Walking like among the † way
And rather lay on this is †
Making upon the world a stay.
I cannot this poem and at present
Let stay to write a 100 more
All as half-crazy as before.
I’m song[2] of myself I speak
But my own self is th’only weak
Point motion[3] me, the rest is good
For since so exist this do not take
I am but in a wordy word.
Nobody, of course,
Has anything to do with that
[1] How /So\
[2] song /song\
[3] motion /†\
