In the day or two of downtime, I have read both “Discourse on Colonialism” and “Notebook of a Return to the Native Land.” This seqment is by far my favorite:
Words?
Ah yes, words!
Reason, I crown you evening wind.
Your name voice of order?
To me the whips corolla.
Beauty I call you the false claim of the stone.
But ah! my raucous laughter
smuggled in
Ah! my saltpeter treasure!
Because we hate you and your reason, we claim kinship with
dementia praecox with the flaming madness of persistent cannabalism.
