the last WARNING PIECE at the dreadfull day of THE MARVELLOUS
Sunday, 29 July 2007
Praising the labour: giving the toilets due
The title was misheard in a state of febrile hyper-receptivity 30 minutes after seeing Duchamp and Picabia's L.H.O.O.Q. for the first time in Washington.
This vista, from a toilet window in central London, is constantly inspiring and fascinating.
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.
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