On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government

Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri,

like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine

Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs

before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex wrapped itself round

The Tree of Knowledge? What would Roque Dalton joke about lately

teeth chattering like a machine gun as he dabated mass tactics

with his Companeros? Necessary to kill the Yanquis with big bomb

Yes but don’t do it by yourself, better consult your mother

to get the Correct Line of Thought, if not consult Rimbaud once he got his leg cut off

or Lenin after his second stroke sending a message thru Mrs Krupskaya

to the rude Georgian, & just before his deathly fit when the Cheka aides

outside

his door looked in coldly assuring him his affairs were in good hands no need to move - What sickness at the

pit of his stomach moved up to

his brain?

What thought Khlebnikov on the hungry train exposing his stomach to the

sun?

Or Mayakovsky before the bullet hit his brain, what sharp propaganda for

action

on the Bureaucratic Battlefield in the Ministry of Collective Agriculture in

Ukraine?

What Slogan for Futurist architects or epic hymn for masses of Communist

Party Card holders in Futurity

on the conduct of the world seeking beauty against Government?