Who doesn’t know the word for carbolic rinsed thru appetite: a single bland unblinking word in the middle source. Just another way vocabulary jumps thru invisible hoops. Examples are automatically compiled, Babylonian, with carved rocks and stretching toward the linguistic horizon that nativity seems to forget. All agreed when it’s the land, not the simple shock troops of cloven history. Brian Boru died while pushing Norse warriors out of Ireland without expiating a single of your sins. You and me and the Nile Delta spread agreeably and another good harvest was assured until Hittite invaders proved discouraging, their gods were quite a mistake. Nonetheless the word ratchett had to be invented to explain a simple mechanical device and foster a sense of making sense that can be written in sandstone. Wars have always been a rich luxury and shadow game of progress. They have been cited plentifully ever since and before. In good times, grain would be stored for future emergency, in bad times, it meant fires delivering smokes to heaven. Abiding in the land for land, motile guff for the nuclear sentence, the people rose clumsy statues dedicated to Calumny and Backpedaling Steadiness. Figureheads became famous.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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