travelling across a
dairy farm by the coast years ago the smell of cow dung strong but
not unpleasant rather like cheddar though after a while it became
unbearable and we had to shut the windows though it must have been a
hot day
this is the
productive system at one level
society is not just
a ‛culture’ of ideas
I am not as mad as
Artaud
today I came across
a poem (‛This Evening’) I had never read by Belgian Surrealist
E.L.T. Mesens (1903-1971) translated by Cheryl Seaman in mimeographed
typewritten Radical America (Students
for a Democratic Society) January
1970 75¢ p20
[bibliographical detail
nearly as long as the poem] uploaded
to the matrix at
http://libcom.org/book/export/html/43326
(9.8.2016).
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