It is true, they could not find a decent history of Reed Waddell, but in that stamping of the Romper, they can see how "Oui" can become "U.S."...
In the hour of its perfected Communism, she comes inside because she feels that he is about to say something she would like to know. Dragging her bad leg, she goes to the closet, opens it [her bad leg], touches the pile of linen [inside her bad leg], pretends to be looking for something, and takes nothing, but the Romper all the while is admiring the bad leg.
Saith the Romper: 'Henceforth, to prevent the depredations of the Uskoks, and to shelter ourselves, and 'our bad legs' from the ambushes laid by the tireless brigands of Segna, to ruse and romp within the varying spirit of the galere bastarde, 'as eaten by deformed light' (et-cetera).
At Reed College, many of the usual names had poetry in them: Christ Tracy, Larry the Lug, Limehouse Chappie, 102nd Street George. They were all reds, dirty, reeds in which the con-duiting- ~ - got to romping up, ^with the Romper.
He fell asleep and dreamed that Uncle was calling him. In Naples, he'd do his best to avoid the trip to Constantinople, saying it in compressed form like _The Romper_: "Constantinaples nod sess wanna putti." The Romper called this _The Avoidance of the Curse of Lono_.
Once the reed is red, it's wrong. Once the red reed is read, its treason is told to color. The blood of patriots is on the ground, and the patriot bird is lost. How beautiful the Battle of Lepanto. We, the Uskoks, support _The Romper_ whose ultimate project is already lost.
"The weirdest wooden ship ever conceived." And that _The Romper_ is not
c-APP-tain't/ but Phan-Erotokritos is.
great image sequence. that took me somewhere vertiginous.
ReplyDeleteWow, fascinated by these images. Made me think of veins, artery, factory pipes, etc, all hypnotically entwined.
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