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7T ONE = 7E TON
Author(s): Rajat Neogy
Source: Transition, No. 1 (Nov., 1961), p. 10
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TRANSITION

7T ONE - 7E TON

by Rajat Neogy

myriad existencesforgottenovera tensepastand a voca-

bularyfuture fullofnewcookedmeanings meaningmea-
ningbutnothing else. Verywhereeverynothing happens
whichis the spittencurseof the image-shadow of the
tired sophisticates those knowing who wait with
knifeand forkand exquisitivetable top mannersfor
the friedegg of love pepperedwith salt and a shot
tomato. There,nowherewere pine tree tops which
exhaled and inspiredseveral odoursof smelt desires
lust- forgottenin dry leaves of an autumn beakof
bird'shardkiss. Also granitestepson unposingrocks
slightly naked in the drizzle rain,wet with uxorious
felt and a hat raised to those passing underneath in
the sand of pink avalanchesbelliedout of the earth
withtherumblings of runningroundstonesin furlined
caps for women with glass eyes and seeing hair.

Also therethe juice of a rangebeyond 0 in a bottle

with libel on itself. All so. Tier aftertier of fired
wheelsafterdead revolution. In a minute. An hour.
Ours is the same. Aim. am. I am. Ham- riders
in porcupinepleasureof standingon end,mushroom-
grownin moist. Ture was theretoo. At the wait
nearthewoodenflaga blue bus came in an accordion
and pressedholes to coverkilometers. Bridge-water
rattledlike green aces. And trees stood behind.

Wherethe man with the feignedhairfaced his daily

toothwith brokenbreadand peroxidefingeringholes
a
of designing telephone. Operate. OBSERVE!
*Rate of removalwas in itselfunnecessarybut of
course theyinsisted. They would.7
And so atomicpicturesof X read into newspapers
the finalstory.

Railwaylines sent telegraphmessagesand veils made

virgins. Some like sunlightin closed balls. Others
open their eyes and play with armadillosin lost
swamps. Mosquito vibrationsmove mountainsand
ants are licked and childrendipped into acid.

Serpentsglisten like parachute silk with pythons

singingon electricchairs. Hair-oil is good forthe
brain and soap is good for the bones. Bubbling
advertisingthe good of man in junglesof sleeping-
sickness.

Go withthewind,the cockcrows everywhere

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