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Lack of rea to the hair: Dan sat down on a box, and pulled up more boxes for us, without f us to sit down on them, but just leaving them there, so that if we wao sit down on them, we could. "You know, Klips was right I think when he spoke of the blaing effect of ordinary language, referring, as I recall, to the part that sort of, you know, fills iweeher parts. That part, the filling you might say, of which the expression you might say is a good example, is to me the most iing part, and of course it might also be called the stuffing I suppose, and there is probably also, in addition, some other word that would do as well, to describe it, or maybe a number of them. But the quality this stuffing has, that the other parts of verbality do not have, is two-parted, perhaps: (1) an endless quality and (2) a sludge quality. Of course that is possibly two qualities but I prefer to think of them as different aspects of a single quality, if you think that way. The endless aspect of stuffing is that it goes on and on, in many different forms, and in fact our exges are in large measure posed of it, in larger measure even, perhaps, than they are posed of that which is not stuffing. The sludge quality is the heavihat this stuff has, similar to the heavier motor oils, a kind of doull but still fluid, if you follow me, and I t help thinking that this downwardness is valuable, although its hard to say just hht at the moment. So, summing up, there is a relatioween what I have been saying and what were doing here at the plant with these plastic buffalo humps. Now youre probably familiar with the fact that the per-capita produ of trash in this try is up from 2.75 pounds per day in 1920 to 4.5 pounds per day in 1965, the last year for which we have figures, and is increasing at the rate of about four pert a year. Now that rate will probably go up, because its been going up, and I hazard that we may very well soon reach a point where its 100 pert. Now at such a point, you will agree, the question turns from a question of disposing of this trash to a question of appreciating its qualities, because, after all, its 100 pert, right? And there o longer be any question of disposing of it, because its all there is, and we will simply have to learn how to dig it -- thats slang, but peculiarly appropriate here. So thats why were in humps, right now, more really from a philosophical point of view than because we find them a great moneymaker. They are trash, and what in fact could be more useless or trashlike? Its that we want to be on the leading edge of this trash phenomenon, the everted sphere of the future, and thats why articular attention, too, to those aspects of language that may be seen as a model of the trash phenomenon. And its certainly been a pleasure showing you around the plant this afternoon, aing you, and talking to you about these things, which are really more important, I believe, than people tend to think. Would you like a cold Coke from the ae now, before you go?"
Additional reas to the hair: "To be a horsewife," Edward said. "That, my friends, is my text for today. This important slot in our society, ceptualized by God as very nearly the key to the whole thing as Thomas tells us, has suffered i months and in this house a degree of denigration. I have heard it; I have been saddened by it. So I want today if I to dispel some of these wrong ideas that have been going around, causing fusion and scumming up the face of the truth. The horsewife! The very base-bone of the Ameri plethora! The horsewife! Without whom the eructure of civilian life would crumble! Without the horsewife, the whole raison dêtre of our existences would be reduced, in a twinkling, to that brute level of brutality for which we shtly reproach the filthy animals. Were it not for her enormous purchasing power and the heedless gaiety with which it is exercised, we would still be going around dressed in skins probably, with no big-ticket items to fill the empty voids, in our homes and in our hearts. The horsewife! Nut and numen of our intersubjectivity! The horsewife! The chiefest or on the golden tree of human suffering! But to say what I have said, gentlemen, is to say nothing at all. sider now the horsewife in another part of her role. sider her sitting in her baff, anointing her charms with liquid Cheer and powdered Joy which trouble, fuse and drown the sense in odors. Now she rises chastely, and chastely abrades herself with a red towel. What an endearing spectacle! The naked wonder of it! The blue beauty of it! Now I ask you, gentlemen, what do we have here? Do we have a being which regards itself with the proper amount of self-love? No. No, we do not. Do we have a being which regards itself with the appropriate awe? No. No, we do not. We have here rather a being which regards itself, qua horsewife, with something dangerously akin to self-hatred. That is the problem. What is the solution." Dan spoke up, then. "I could cut yizzard out, Edward. You are making the whole damhing immensely more difficult than it has to be. I put it to you that, without your s of difficulty-making pseudo-problems, the whole damhing be resolved very ly, in the following way. Now, what do rehend when rehend Snow White? rehend, first, two three-quarter-scale breasts floating toward us ed, typically, in a red towel. Or, if we are apprehending her from the other dire, rehend a beautiful snow-white arse floating away from us ed in a red towel. Now I ask you: What, iwo quite distinct apprehensions, is the stant? The factor that remains the same? Why, quite simply, the red towel. I submit that, rightly uood, the problem of Snow White has to do at its ter with nothing else but red towels. Seen in this way, it immediately bees a non-problem. We easily dispeh the slippery and untrustworthy and expensive effluvia th<q></q>at is Snow White, and cleave io the towel. That is my idea, gentlemen. And I have here in this brown bag. . . I have taken the liberty of purchasing. . . here, Edward, here is your towel. . . Kevin. . . Clem. . ." g watched sourly. That was the trouble with being a ese. Too much detat. "I dont want a ratty old red towel. I want the beautiful snow-white arse itself!"
SNOW WHITE regarded her hair hanging out of the window. "Paul? Is there a Paul, or have I only projected him in the shape of my longing, boredom, ennui and pain? Have I been trained in the fi graces and arts all my life for nothing but this? Is my richly-appointed body to go down the drain, at twenty-two, in this horribly boresome milieu, which even my worst enemi would not wish upon me, if she knew? Of course there is a Paul! That Paul who was a friend of the family, who had, at that point, not yet assumed the glistering mantle of priness. There is a Paul somewhere, but not here. Not under my window. Not yet." Snow White looked out of the window, down the hair, at the two hundred citizens on the ground, agape. "Ugh! I wish I were somewhere else! On the beach at St. Tropez, for example, surrounded by brown boys without a penny. Here everyone has a penny. Here everyone worships the almighty penny. Well at least with pennies one knows what they add up to, uhe decimal system. No ambiguity there, at least. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem! Thy daughters are burning with torpor and a sense of immense wasted potential, like one of those pipes you see in the oil fields, burning off the natural gas that it isnt eically rational to ship somewhere!"
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THE bishop in his red mantlepiece strode forward. "Yes, we are in a terrible hurrie here," he aowledged to the wrecked cries of the survivors. "If we just cross that spit of land there" (gesture with fingers, glitter of episcopal rings) "ao that harlot over there" (sweep of arm in white lacy alb) "pardon I meant hamlet, erhaps find shelter against this particular vicissitude sent by God to break our backs for our sins." The "flock" moahey had bee days without. . . The sudden pall on the fourth day had been the worst. There was a silence. Silence. Everything silent. Not a sound for six hours. Nothing. "This is the worst," they murmured to one another in sign language, not wanting to. . . break the. . . A few young men of good family crawled away into the night to find help (tingle of mace against bohe Marchesa de G. had fainted again. Blockflutes were heard. "So this is Spain!" Paul said to himself. "I hought I would live to see it. It is intelligent of me to hide from the Order here, in the episcopal ente. And it is intelligent of me to hide from the Order here in this hurrie. So mutelligence! So little of Gods grace!"
SELF-REGARD is rooted in breakfast. When you have had it, then lunch seems to follow naturally, as if you owned not only the fruits but the means of produ in a large, faux-na?f try. This is doubted only by etrics, and on the present occasion their views need not be taken into at. That try in which you are loved for yourself is expanding now with the further development of books, a new kind capable of satisfying the tactile wishes even of old people. ineers are at a loss to uand what their engineers have doill, insofar as they are trying to sketch future trends, even the mid empiricists among them are obliged to make projes, and then plans. Such is the impact of teology upon the fabric of ied social institutions that breakfast is almost fotten, in some tries; they paint pictures instead. I read Dampfboots novel although he had nothing to say. It wasnt rave, that volume; we regretted that. And it was hard to read, dry, breadlike pages that turned, and then fell, like a car burned by rioters aing, wrong side up, at the edge of the picture plah its tires smoking. Fragments kept flying off the s into the audience, fragments of rain ahics. Hubert wao go back to the dog races. But we made him read his part, the outer part where the author is praised and the price quoted. We like books that have a lot of dre them, matter which presents itself as not wholly relevant (or indeed, <dfn></dfn>at all relevant) but which, carefully atteo, supply a kind of "sense" of what is going on. This "sense" is not to be obtained by readiween the lines (for there is nothing there, in those white spaces) but by reading the lihemselves -- looking at them and so arriving at a feeling not of satisfa exactly, that is too much to expect, but of havihem, of having "pleted" them. "Please dont talk," Snow White said. "Say nothing. We begin now. Take off the pajamas." Snow White took off her pajamas. Henry took off his pajamas. Kevin took off his pajamas. Hubert took off his pajamas. Clem took off his pajamas. Dan took off his pajamas. Edward took off his pajamas. Bill refused to take off his pajamas. "Take off your pajamas Bill," Snow White said. Everyone looked at Bills pajamas. "No, I wont," Bill said. "I will not take off my pajamas." "Take off your pajamas Bill," everyone said. "No. I will not." Everyone looked again at Bills pajamas. Bills pajamas filled the room, in a sehose yellow crepe-paper pajamas.
"WHAT is that apelike hand I see reag into my mailbox?" "Thats nothing. Think nothing of it. Its nothing. Its just one of my familiars mother. Dont think about it. Its just ahats all. Just an ordinary ape. Dont give it ahought. Thats all there is to it." "I think you dismiss these things too easily Jane. Im sure it means more than that. Its unusual. It means something." "No mother. It doesnt mean more than that. Than I have said it means." "Im sure it means more than that Jane." "No <mark></mark>mother it does not mean more than that. Dont go reading things into things mother. Leave things alo means what it means. tent yourself with that mother." "Im certain it means more than that." "No mother."
SNOW WHITE received the following note from Fred, tossed over the wall:
Madonna,
My men have left me now. They have gone I suspect to the union hall to institute proceedings against me. But I dont care. There is nothing in life for me except being in your power. I have swooned several times this m, sitting on a ben the square, thinking of you and feeling those iron bolts with which our souls are bolted together forever. Will you speak to me? I will be in the square at four oclock by the cathouse clock. Dare I expect, that you will e?
FRED
Hubert picked up the note in the yard. "What is this note doing here, ed about a box of Whitmans chocolates? For whom is it intended? After I have read it, I will know." Silently Hubert opehe box of chocolates. "Should I take one of the ones covered with gold foil, always the tastiest? Or should I iake one of the plain Ameri ones?" Hubert sat down in the yard and looked into the box, trying to make up his mind.
THEN we had a fantasy, a fantasy of anger and malevolence. We were dreaming. We dreamed we burned Snow White. Burned is not the right word, cooked is the right wor<u>..</u>d. We cooked Snow White over the big fire, in the dream. You remember the burning se in Dreyers The Burning of Joan of Art. It was like that, only where Dreyer was vertical, we were horizontal. Snow White was horizontal. She itted on a spit (large iron bar). The spit was suspended over the big fire. Kevin threw more wood on the fire, in the dream. Hubert threw more wood on the fire. Bill threw more wood on the fire. Clem basted the naked girl with sweet-and-sour sauce. Dan made the rice. Snow White screamed. Edward turhe k which made the meat revolve. Was she done enough? She was making a lot of he meat was moving toward the correct color, a browhe meat thermometer registered almost-enough. "Turn the k Edward," Bill said. Hubert threw more wood on the fire. Jahrew more wood on the fire. The smoke was acrid, as it always is. Antonin Artaud held out a crucifix at the end of a long pole, in the smoke. Snow White asked if we would remove the spit. "It hurts," she said. "No," Bill said. "You are not do. It is supposed to hurt." Jane laughed. "Why are you laughing Jane?" "I am laughing because it is not me burning there." "For you," Henry said, "we have the red-hot iron shoes. The plastic red-hot iron shoes." "This has nothing to do with justice," Bill said. "This has to do with animus." We regarded Snow White rotating there, in her pain ay, in the dream.
SNOW WHITE saw her hair black as ebony hanging out of the window. "I suppose I must respond in some way to the new overture from the sevehey think they are so merveilleux, with their new shower curtain. They have been posing in front of it all day. As if I could be swayed, in my iron resolve, by a new shower curtain, however extraordinary and fine! I wonder what it looks like?"
BILL has dropped the money. He was carrying the money ly separated into 10S, 20S, 50s and so forth, a bualing a great deal of money I tell you that. He was on his way to the vault with the money bundled into his armpit, ed in a red towel. Henry had ed it in a red towel. Hubert had bu into Bills armpit. Dan had opehe door. Kevin had pointed Bill toward the vault. Clem had given Bill a ki the back, to get him started. And Edward had said, "Dont fet the receipt." Then Bill had moved through the door out into the daylight in the dire of the vault. But somewhere between the house and the vault the money hurled itself out of his armpit in a dire known only to it. "Where is the deposit slip, Bill?" Edward asked, when Bill returned. "Deposit slip?" Bill said. "The bundle," Dan said. "The bundle?" "The money," Kevin said. "The money?" We all rushed out into the air, then, to recover the bundle. But it was nowhere. We retraced Bills steps as best we could. Some of Bills steps led into a bar & grill, The Fire ime Bar & Grill. We retraced there a hot pastrami sandwid eight bottles of Miller High Life. But of the buhere was not a trace. Luckily the matter is not serious, because we have more money. But the loss of equanimity was serious. We prize equanimity, and a good deal of equanimity leaked away, that day.
"ALL right Ja into the car." "Hogo you are making stains on my new white-duck love seat with pillows of white-on-white Indian crewel!" Jane regarded the large black stains. "Thats all you know Hogo isnt it. How to take a thing that was white, and stain it until it is black. Thats a pretty stroapho of what you would like to do with me, too. I uand. If you think for one moment that your capability of staining the thing you love has escaped me, from the very beginning, you have grossly misperceived our situatio out of here Hogo forever!" "All right Ja into the car."
PAUL was explaining music to the French citizens. "Wheurn our amplifiers on," he said, "already t is f over some peoples minds, like the brown crust on bread, or the silehat crusts over inappropriate remarks. I think there ought to be, and remember Im talking normatively here, I think what ought to obtain is a measure of audacity, an audacity po, such as turning your amplifier up a little higher than anybody elses, or using a fork to pid strum, rather than a plectrum or the carefully calloused fiips, or doing something with your elbow, I dont care what, I insist only that it be relevant, in a strange way, to the se that has chosen to spread itself out before us, the theatre of our lives. And if you entlemen will e with me down to the quai, carrying your amplifiers in boxes, and not fetting the trailing cords, which have to be plugged in, so that we turn on. . ."
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