from "The Burial of The Count of Orgaz"

6.1.57. cannes a.m.

1 – here there’s nothing but some oil and shredded beef.
2 – son of a bitch bitch wise guy double wise guy gash rheumatic wolf and ragtag owl
0 – flower child with eyelids fluttering and yakking on the top of makeup box bent nail pried open with a knife point.
2 – mickey rat dressed like a priest who sheds the skin from rags of darkness.
1 – so having gotten the open envelope without a stamp it could have been eaten by the mailman or his grandmother and not responsible to anybody happy days.
2 – but just hold on there! seeing what must be done is to unwind and bind the bundle to the ball and pluck the wind out of our sails.
1 – old itch and cravings to break doors and windows down in heat or cold to start in taking shots and partridges and lions
0 – skyhigh fringes.
2 – the two thieves.
1 – and so the hustle bustle of a binge.
2 – with broken pots to make a soup of pinks and roses in
gazpacho trembling points of light to take a count of every-thing and make a chain of every egg they lay.
0 – and nothing more than any evening at the bull ring seeing nothing more is lacking not so much as thanks but no thanks.
2 – i don’t say that what i don’t say i don’t say by saying i don’t say it.
1 – a mess of i-say and a mess of say-it-to-me and a mess of say of don’t-say like a mess of castanets all praying with their torches and their fried eggs lightly lightly.
2 – most likely things here aren’t meant for nudes and showcases not in museums nor the larger fashionable boutiques — because that’s the way it is.
0 – nothing more than a glowworm hanging from the ceiling lighting up the dance inside the chandelier.
2 – dog with so many heads so skinny and so paunchy.
0 – anyone would say that you have never seen him fighting bulls and seen the peoples come up heads or tails so that you don’t know where you’re going or where you’re coming from while clipping coupons and vignettes all made into a lottery and all the starry engine into a game of ball.
1 – because you’re already such a joker what with all those faces that you carry you painted one atop the other melted and already dry and framed and hung on every leaf and feather duster.
0 – no don Juan either
1 – don’t tell me that you’re not not telling me that yes it all will be explained to you by Minuni and Paco Reina.
2 – hard harder than a stone and fresh like lettuce.
0 – chapter 31 by order of the king and times long gone between a rock and hard place settled and unruly full of wind and from the other side a crackling sound of lightnings tripes and snails and blood puddings not in the least pissed off at having left the sack of calamares at the station in the middle of the river curdling up.
2 – thanks a lot and give a ribbon to the goat and to the kid and to the pigeons seeing how the wheat is shooting up.
1 – so don’t tell me any more go scratch
2 – if what i’m waiting for is you to sing so that you take the scales off of the sun.
1 – don’t get dressed up in gold or sequins if you’re cold put on the garb of nakedness with grape leaves and begin to dance because today is Sunday.
0 – i’m not saying anything you know already what i’m saying i’m not saying any more you know already what i’ve said.
1 – one knows what one knows one knows what is known the known what isn’t known already is what’s known and then forgotten what is known and isn’t lived what’s seen and barely seen what isn’t ever seen and wanted both to see and to be seen within a wine stain on a table top beneath the empty glass beside a knife and little scraps of bread.
2 – i have believed it to be so again the light is fading out if you should light the light would not need light to see light clearly.
1 – don’t you be talking nonsense dance and sing you big capuchin monk and don’t you tell me any stories.