77. 'A BROAD DAY ROSE : MICKEY BLUE EYES : AUTOCRAT AD LIB : MANDRAKE THE MAGICIAN TOO':"I am sorrowful and sad and broken by the wheel but what can you give to me in return ? for I have sought to heed all commandments and rules too but it has brought me nothing : a rain still runs in my gutter and small birds come to drink
THAT MUCH for sure I can say but there is no butter on the bread nor is there
ANYWHERE any music pleasing to my ears Oh Lord ! can you hear me ? all things are fakery and soiled imitations and disposable wants and artificial needs : and I am speechless again and sorrowful and sad."
I read the story of Jacob and
I HAVE read the same story too but it makes no sense of time or drama for me to know what I've read - nothing is as it seems and nothing is as it is and that paradox belies the entire underpinnings of what else there is
GOD at first reluctant to get involved but then
GOD making man to prove his own worth.
And I knew a man who knew a man who knew a man yet all together they could get nothing for their eyes were shaded and their cloak was
DOUBT and all they consumed were the most bitter of roots and reeds so that
NOTHING ever satisfied and they were never
SATED nor sedated either and everything together had led them to believe in nothing and proudly too - so that one day the bridge beneath them - modern and strong and serene - just collapsed of an instant and they all fell to their deaths.
Far down below - far up above - it is
ALL THE SAME in the instant of last movement and all things which are to come shall come in due time. And that is the message of blood and that is the message of fame so bury your heart where the best wishes blow and you too shall stay there forever. (And that is the end of this message).