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From: oliver@unc.UUCP (Bill Oliver)
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Subject: Re: lunacy && P. Floyd
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Date: Mon, 12-Aug-85 22:33:20 EDT
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Posted: Mon Aug 12 22:33:20 1985
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Perhaps some words from Anne Sexton.....


Take a lunatic
for instance,
with Saint Averton, the patron saint,
a lunatic wearing that strait jacket
like a sleeveless sweater,
singing to the wail of Muzak,
how he walks east to west,
west to east again
like a fish in an aquarium.
and if they stripped him bare
he would fasten his hands around your throat.
After that he would take your corpse
and deposit his sperm in three orifices.
You know, I know,
you'd run away.

I am mother of the insane.
Let me give you my children:

Take a girl sitting in a chair
like a china doll.
She doesn't say a word.
She doesn't even twitch.
She's as still as furniture.
And you'll move off.

Take a man who is crying
over and over,
his face like a sponge.
You'll move off.

Take a woman talking,
purgin herself with rhymes,
drumming words out like a typewriter,
planting words in you like grass seed.
You'll move off.

Take a man full of suspicions
saying: Don't touch this,
you'll be electrocuted.
Wipe of this glass three times.
There is arsenic in it.
I hear messages from God
through the fillings in my teeth.

Take a boy on a bridge.
One hundred feet up. About to jump,
thinking: This is my last ball game.
This time it's a home run.
Wanting the good crack of the bat.
Wanting to throw his body away
like a corn cob.
And you'll move off.

Take a lady in a cafeteria
staring at the meat loaf,
crying: Mama! Mama!
And you'll move off.

Take a man in a cage
wetting his pants,
beating on that crib,
breaking his iron hands in two.
And you'll move off.

Clifford, Vincent, Friedrich,
my scooter boys,
deep in books,
long before you were mad.
Zelda, Hannah, Renee.
Moon girls,
where did you go?


     from "Iron Hans" in the collection Transformations.




Bill Oliver