Whichever time standard we’re on, the question of how fast and whether it’s worth it, we are underlaid by drift in the form of mantle, and that should be at least a start. If the woman gets up in the morning you could say it was to be anointed, if that (in this time) weren’t so puny and obsequious. The wrong standard makes it so, and the brutal fact is that there’s no simple difference of opinion involved : the wrong is an entailment, and follows into the glowing tail of “history” as for example the Marxist comet burns with such…
Hope for help in the gallery all in yellow, all in yellow, skimming to ride, milk inside all in yellow, all in yellow. But where is the music, the music all on yonder green hill ? So turning and twirling asunder as to never be still ? As to go for a dancer in yellow, for to dance to the far brim, all in yellow, all in yellow sliding and ready to come in. In ages past the cover thickens, clouds bank in the sky ; the leaves go down, all in yellow faring well, to pass by. Jeremy Halvard Prynne Pearls…