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Plurality is all.

I walk among the restaurants, the theatres, the grocery stores;

I ride the cars and hear of Mrs.

Bedford’s teeth and Albuquerque, strikes unsettled, someone’s simply marvelous date, news of the German Jews, the baseball scores, storetalk and whoretalk, talk of wars.

I turn the pages of a thousand books to read the names of Buddha,

Malthus,

Walker Evans,

Stendhal,

André Gide,

Ouspenski; note the terms: obscurantism, factorize, fagaceous, endocarp; descend the nervous stairs to hear the broken ends of songs that float through city air.

In Osnabrück and Ogden, on the Passamaquoddy Bay, in Ahmednagar,

Waco (Neb.), in Santa Fé, propelled by zeros, zinc, and zephyrs, always I’m pursued by thoughts of what I am, authority, remembrance, food, the letter on the mezzanine, the unemployed, dogs’ lonely faces, pianos and decay.

Plurality is all.

I sympathize, but cannot grieve too long for those who wear their dialectics on their sleeves.

The pattern’s one I sometimes rather like; there’s really nothing wrong with it for some.

But I should add:

It doesn’t wear for long, before I push the elevator bell and quickly leave.

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Weldon Kees

Harry Weldon Kees (February 24, 1914 – disappeared July 18, 1955) was an American poet, painter, literary critic, novelist, playwright, jazz pia…
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