now the anarchist-we call him Moan-he takes us & Medusa-she carries the wigs-Moan carries the maps-by noon, we're in Abyss Hallway-there are shadows of jugglers on the wall & from out of the Chelsea part of the ceiling drops Monk-Moan's boy-Medusa going into a room with two swords above the door-some removable mirrors inside Medusa disappears ...Lacky, a strange counterpart of the organization-he comes out of the room carrying a mirror-both swords above the door fall down-one sticks into the floor-the other slices him in half ...Monk, typical flunky & writer of eccentric gag lines to tell yourself i you're ever hung up in the Andes-he leads us into a room with Chinese sayings that all read "a penny slaved is a penny is a penny is a penny" . - . there is a gigantic looking glass & Monk immediately disintegrates ...after lunch, you hear a punch of rocks & car accidents over a loudspeaker & Chang Chung-some transient & a professional extra sensual bum without any pride or shame & he's selling rebel war cries & "how to become a birth control pill' pamphlets"invent me a signature" says Mom "i must go sign some papers concerning the zippers of truth" "zippers of truth!" says Chang Chung "there is no truth!" "right" says Moan "but there are zippers" "very sorry-velly solly-it is my mistake-it's just that i'm wearing huge shoes today that's all" "dont let it happen again" says Moan, staring down to his own shoes ... down the hallway now in a wheelchair comes Photochick-she is the flower of Moan & she's eating a cowpie

Grady O'lady comes in-gives everybody the nod & wants to know where she can get a maid-'t dig henry miller?" she asks kind of snaky like-'(you mean that fantastically dead henry miller? the real estate agent henry miller?" "what you mean?" say Grady O'lady "henry's not a real estate agent-he's a cavedweller-he's an artist-he writes about God" "i'm thinking of another henry miller-i'm thinking of the one that wears a tulip in his crotch & writes about cecil b. de mille's girls ... O'lady takes an orange out of her pocket "got this in the Aztec country-watch me now boys" she takes the orange & squeezes it very gently & slowly-then she rips it open madly & snarls & it oozes & dribbles down her mouth-all over her shirt-more-more she's all covered in orange-Moan comes in with his art critic-Sean Checkshit & both of them-they start discussing a shipping deal "Junior Bork has just finished his novel on World War I-speaks very good for our side & we must remember not to use it for toilet paper" "i'm going to use it for toilet paper" says Photochick "explain yourself! " says Moan & Photochick explains that one person's truth is always someone else's lie & Moan he starts whipping her with his map & she starts crying & walks into a room with mirrors & blows up-"now back to this shipping deal" says Moan, who turns around to find Sean Checkshit on the floor with Grady O'lady & they're both covered in orange "tell me more about this henry miller" says Sean "oo ah isn't it wonderful" says Grady O'lady

in Ponce de Leon land-the union leader-Stormy Leader is on exhibition fighting a lady wrestler ... out of his past appears Insanely Hoppy screaming & dancing Screaming pouting "the world belongs to the woikas-the woikas-none of you want to be woikas-none of you-none of you could make it-none of you" "shut up!" says Moan, who comes in the room unnoticed "shut up-I've got a backache & anyway it's workers not woikas! " "the world is his-it's his that looks like a walrus & moves about like a walrus & has to sleep with a wife that feels like a walrus & he's forced to be a walrus for a buncha nagging kids & he goes to nagging walrus ball games & plays poker with a bunch of walruses & then he's driven into the earth & buried with a walrus in his mouth-i dare not say enough about him-he lives in his armpit & he hates you-he has no need for you-you clutter his life-you are lucky to be hanging around in his world you have no choice excpt to walk naked-why be so honorable about it-why be so honorable about sleeping with pigs?" CRASH "put that boy in with proverb writers-but give him a bad review & say that he beat his wife & ate pork say that he ate meat on Friday say anything-just get him out of here till he's ready for training" ...a lost pony express rider peers out from the trap door-he is carrying a picture of a long corridor & he sort of blows out his words when he talks "you are all fools! you cant add! you can count to a million but none of you-none of you-can see the sum total of the ground on which you stand on" Darling the Hypocrite immediately lights a fire to the floor & People Gringo pounds his fist on a book & says that rocking chair & watermelon are the same word only with different letters ...St. Bread from the riot squad-entering with his chess pieces & a hilarious hard on & he laughs too

mother say go in That direction & please do the greatest deed of all time & say i say mother but it's already been done & she say well what else is there for you to do & i say i dont know mother, but i'm not going in That direction-i'm going in that direction & she say ok but where will you be & i say i dont know mother but i'm not tom joad & she say all right then i am not your mother

prince hamlet of his hexagram-sheik of unsanitary angel she rides on a bareback instrument-exact factor concerning the reality of grandstand-Taj Mahal & Clytia's sundial missing-this exact factor missing ...nevertheless-the bubbling under does not disturb him-Lilith teaches her new husband, Bubba, how to use deodorant-also she teaches him that "stinky doo doo" means nasty filth & both of these teachings together add up to Bubbling Under Number One ...Obie Doesn't-whose eyes are waxed & that they say lives in a world of his own-he keeps repeating "these aint normal people are they? are they? oh my God-pass the crackers-these aren't normal people are they? hello hello can you hear me?" "yes yes it's true-they are-they are the normal people" says prince-who gives Obie a little tickle makes him laugh "but remember-it's like the boogie man told the centaur when the centaur invaded the territory of the Giant Mother Geese, 'you dont have to be around those people'-by the way, i've heard you live in a world of your own "yes it's true" says Obie "& i also dont go to birthday parties" "very good" says the prince "keep up the good work" ...about this bareback instrument-sometimes the prince is sure he's on it but not so sure he's riding on it-at other times, he's sure he's riding on it, but not so sure it's bareback-at odd moments, the prince is sure that he's riding on something bareback but not so sure it's an instrument ...all his daily adventures, unsuccessful potatoes & other pirates try to pin him down to Certainality & put him in his place once & for all "care to arm wrestle?" say some "you're a phony-you're no prince!" say the smarter ones who go into bathtubs & ask for the usual ...the prince sees many jacks & jilts come tumbling down "funny how when you look, you cant find any pieces to pick up" he says this usually once a day to his bareback instrument who never talks back-most good souls dont it is not that there is no Receptive for anything written or acted in the first person-it is just that there is no Second person

MAMMOTH NOAH & the orient marauders all on the morality rap & Priest of Harmony in a narrow costume-he's with the angels now & he says "all's useless-useless" & Instinct, poet of the antique zenith-putting on his hoofs & whinnying "all's not useless-all is very signifying! " & the insane pied piper stealing the Queen's Pawn & the conquering war cry "neither-neither" & jails being cremated & jail in I fall' g & newly arrived spirits digging-digging their finger nails-their fingernails into each other ...Goal-H Cari & the Cruel Mother teasing at your harmless fate . . the sight of george raft-richard nixon-liberace-d.h. lawrence & pablo casals-all the same person-& struggle-struggle & your weapons of curls blowing & Digging-Diggin Everything

aretha-known in gallup as number 69-in wheeling as the cat's in heat-in Pittsburgh as number 5-in brownsville as the left road, the lonesome sound-in atlanta as dont dance, listen-in bowling green as oh no, no, not again-she's known as horse chick up in cheyenne-in new york city she's known as just plain aretha... i shall play her as my trump card

i would like to do something worthwhile like perhaps plan a on the ocean but i am just a guitar player-with no absurd fears of her reputation, Black Gal co-exists with melody & i want to feel my evaporation like Black Gal feels her co-existence... i do not want to carry a pitchfork