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Let Us Have Madness

Let us have madness openly.          O men Of my generation.          Let us follow          The footsteps of this slaughtered age:          See it trail across Time's dim land          Into the closed house of eternity          With the noise that dying has,          With the face that dead things wear—          nor ever say          We wanted more; we looked to find          An open door, an utter deed of love,          Transforming day's evil darkness;          but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,          and within the head          A rotting bog of lean huge graves.

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Kenneth Patchen

Kenneth Patchen (December 13, 1911 – January 8, 1972) was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and inc…

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