It looks like either a parade or paradise because the focal
point
is the flaw you might say that it was an arrangement of
inconveniencies
all the bodies of the other creatures basked right next to
yours
and you
could touch them in any way you chose The
bank doors
open day
and night; no one noticed the money
The
lassitude which overtook you was not simple torpor or
complex
velleity but a new kind of energy: here we are at last
Adam’s off
ox in the parlor of plenty. Something fishy here.
Bloated
with fulfillment at the moment of petition.
A beggar
stops you in the street and reminds you that the wise man
is ruled by
wisdom but the fool is ruled by the wise man. What
is to be
done against this tyranny? The usual things.
from Bringing Back Slavery (1976)
