Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex wrapped itself round The Tree of Knowledge?
What would Roque Dalton joke about latelyteeth chattering like a machine gun as he dabated mass tactics with his Companeros?
Necessary to kill the Yanquis with big bomb Yes but don’t do it by yourself, better consult your motherto get the Correct Line of Thought, if not consult Rimbaud once he got his leg cut offor Lenin after his second stroke sending a message thru Mrs Krupskaya to the rude Georgian, & just before his deathly fit when the Cheka aidesoutsidehis door looked in coldly assuring him his affairs were in good hands no need to move - What sickness at the pit of his stomach moved up tohis brain?
What thought Khlebnikov on the hungry train exposing his stomach to the sun?
Or Mayakovsky before the bullet hit his brain, what sharp propaganda for actionon the Bureaucratic Battlefield in the Ministry of Collective Agriculture in Ukraine?
What Slogan for Futurist architects or epic hymn for masses of Communist Party Card holders in Futurityon the conduct of the world seeking beauty against Government?