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  • John Barth, Lost in the Funhouse

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    • Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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      • God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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        • , The Wild Ass's Skin

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          • Mandalay


            BY THE old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
            There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
            For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
            "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay! "
            Come you back to Mandalay,
            Where the old Flotilla lay:
            Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay ?
            On the road to Mandalay,
            Where the flyin'-fishes play,
            An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
            'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
            An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat - jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
            An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
            An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
            Bloomin' idol made o' mud
            Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd
            Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
            On the road to Mandalay...

            When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
            She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-lo-lo!
            With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin my cheek
            We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
            Elephints a-pilin' teak
            In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
            Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
            On the road to Mandalay...

            But that's all shove be'ind me - long ago an' fur away
            An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
            An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
            "If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
            No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
            But them spicy garlic smells,
            An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
            On the road to Mandalay...

            I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
            An' the blasted English drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
            Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
            An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
            Beefy face an' grubby 'and -
            Law! wot do they understand?
            I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
            On the road to Mandalay...

            Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
            Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
            For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be
            By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
            On the road to Mandalay,
            Where the old Flotilla lay,
            With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
            O the road to Mandalay,
            Where the flyin'-fishes play,
            An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay !

            Rudyard Kipling
            God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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            • Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge

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              • Every American wants MORE & MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more & more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.

                Allen Ginsberg
                God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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                • God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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                    • And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
                      God help me - he was goin' home in June


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                      • We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
                        Running over the same old ground.
                        What have we found?
                        The same old fears.
                        Wish you were here.

                        Pink Floyd
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                        • God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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                            • Douglas Adams, The Original Hitchhiker Radio Scripts

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                              • I Crave Your Mouth

                                I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
                                Silent, starving I prowl through the streets.
                                Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
                                I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
                                I hunger for your sleek laugh,
                                For your hands the color of the wild grain,
                                I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
                                I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

                                I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
                                The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
                                I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

                                And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight
                                Looking for you, for your hot heart,
                                Like a puma in the barren wilderness.

                                - Pablo Neruda

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