The Assumption into Heaven of Walker Evans
Is character fortune? Or hard work or
genetic dis-temper? On the internet. Every stupid
thing is there, except one, a perpetual
calendar. Nevertheless the World Wide Web
must always remain, like all
neighborhoods, capitalized. It is a rule.
Like investment analysis, which is having enough facts
or dollars, to go on. On.? The Characteriological
thing again. Perhaps I should think in terms
of commodity trading. Intelligence, the Mormons
say is, the Glory of God. Whew. There is nothing
quite like it, depth and dishonor at the same time.
Instant, moment, second, levity. Levitation? Archangels
are hanging from the heavens. And the thing is, truth
is that which cannot be seen, Odd and soothing
though that seems, nothing is essential
in, after all, what must be paradise we are
entering so slowly. I couldn't remember the line
from the shower, so I made up another one about how
there is no reason for those biceps
except art. I wonder which ones this mixed
berry scone is made of. So many people are single
it should not be such a source of discouragement.
The bicycle goes by with playing cards whacking at
its spokes and my heart flies out again. Now, about
these charges: I hate foreign affairs. I remember
again that there is no reason to wear glasses if you
don't want to see. Pick one, a democratic chance,
a wise eye, a confidence man. Now is now.
genetic dis-temper? On the internet. Every stupid
thing is there, except one, a perpetual
calendar. Nevertheless the World Wide Web
must always remain, like all
neighborhoods, capitalized. It is a rule.
Like investment analysis, which is having enough facts
or dollars, to go on. On.? The Characteriological
thing again. Perhaps I should think in terms
of commodity trading. Intelligence, the Mormons
say is, the Glory of God. Whew. There is nothing
quite like it, depth and dishonor at the same time.
Instant, moment, second, levity. Levitation? Archangels
are hanging from the heavens. And the thing is, truth
is that which cannot be seen, Odd and soothing
though that seems, nothing is essential
in, after all, what must be paradise we are
entering so slowly. I couldn't remember the line
from the shower, so I made up another one about how
there is no reason for those biceps
except art. I wonder which ones this mixed
berry scone is made of. So many people are single
it should not be such a source of discouragement.
The bicycle goes by with playing cards whacking at
its spokes and my heart flies out again. Now, about
these charges: I hate foreign affairs. I remember
again that there is no reason to wear glasses if you
don't want to see. Pick one, a democratic chance,
a wise eye, a confidence man. Now is now.
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