Hysterical Literature: Session Two: Alicia (Official)

Hysterical Literature: Session Two: Alicia (Official)

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Hi I’m Alicia I’m reading a song of myself nice of Grass by Walt I celebrate myself and what I assume you shall assume for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you i loaf and invite my soul i lean in loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass houses

And rooms are full of perfumes the shelves are crowded with perfumes I breathed the fragrance myself and I know it and liked it the distillation wouldn’t talk to keep me also but I shall not let it the atmosphere is not a perfume it has no taste of a

Distillation and is odorless it is from my mouth forever I am in love with it I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked I am mad for it to be in contact with me the smoke of my own breath echoes ripples the buzz whispers love

Root silk thread crotch and vine my respiration and inspiration the beating of my heart passing of blood and air through my lungs the sniff of green leaves and dry leaves and the shore of dark colored sea rocks and the hay in the barn the sound of the belts words of my voice

Words loose the eddies of the wind a few light kisses a few embraces of reaching a round of arms the play of shine and shade on the trees is a supple boughs wegg the delight alone or the rush of the streets or along with fields and hillsides my feeling of health the

Full noon shrill the song of me rising from bed and meeting the Sun have you reckoned a thousand acres much I have you beckoned the earth much have you practiced so long to learn to read have you felt so proud to get the meaning of poems stop this day and night with me

And you shall possess the origin of all poems you shall possess the good of the earth and son there are millions of Suns left you shall no longer take things at second or third-hand nor look through the eyes of the dead nor feed on the specters and books

You shall not look through my eyes either nor take things from me you shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself I have heard what the stalkers were talking the talk of the beginning and the end but I need not talk of the beginning or the end there was never any

More inception than there is now nor any more youth or age than there is now and will never be any more perfection than there is now no any more heaven or hell than there is now urge an urge and urge always appropriate urge of the world out of the dimness

Opposite equals advance always substance and increase always the knit of identity always distinction always a breed of life to elaborate is no avail learned and unlearned feel that it is so sure is the most certain sure plum and the uprights swell entreated braced and the beams stout as a horse affectionate

Haughty electrical I in this mystery here we stand clearance sweet is my soul and clearance sweet is all that is not my soul lack one lacks both and the unseen is proof by the scene till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn showing the best and dividing it

From the worst page of X’s age and having the perfect fitness and equanimity of things while they discuss I’m silent and go bathe and admire myself welcome is every organ in attribute of me I have any man hurry and clean not an inch nor a particle of an

Inch is vile and then shall be less familiar than the rest I am satisfied I see dance laugh sing as God comes a loving bud fellow and sleeps my side all night and close on the peep of the day and leaves for me baskets covered with white towels bulging the

House was there plenty shall I postpone my expectation and realization and scream at my eyes that they turned from gazing after and down the road and forthwith cipher and show me to assent exactly the contents of one and exactly the contents of two and which is ahead tripperz and a Spurs

Surround me people I meet the effect upon me of my early life and the warden city I live in of the nation the latest news discoveries inventions societies authors old and new my dinner address associates looks business compliments dues the real or fancied and different that’s a man or woman I love the

Sickness of one of my folks are of myself or ill doing or loss or lack of money or depressions or exaltation that come to me days and nights and go for me again but they are not the knee myself apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am stands amuse complacent

Compassionating idle unitary looks down is erect bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest looks with its side curved head curious what will come next you both in and out of the game and watching wandering at it backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders

I have no mockings or arguments I witness and wait I believe in you my soul the other I am must not a base itself to you and you must not be a face to the other loaf with me on the grass loosely stop from your throat not

Words not music or rhyme I want not customer lecture not even the best only the Lal I like the hum of your evolved voice I mind how he lay in June such a transparent summer morning you settle your head and throw up my hips and gently turned over upon me huh and part

Of the shirt for my bosom bone and plunged your tongue to my bare stripped heart and reached till you felt my beard and reach till you held my feet swiftly arose and Sprite around me the peace and joy and knowledge that past all the art and argument of the earth

And I know that the hand of God is the out of hand of my own and I know that the Spirit of God whose eldest brother of my own and that all the men ever born also my brothers and the women my sisters and lovers and that a calcine of

The creation was love and live at lesser leaves stiff richer being in the fields and brown ants and the little bells beneath and mock these scabs of the worms fence and heap stones and elder and vaunteth pokeweed a child said what is the grass fetching it to me with full

Hands how could I answer the child I do not know what it is anyone in he yes it must be the flag of my disposition out of hopeful green stuff woven or I guess that is the handkerchief of the Lord a scented gift and remembering third resignedly dropped Barring the owner’s name somewhere in the corners that we may see and remark and say whose cats the grasses itself the child the produced babe of the vegetation my guest said is a uniform hieroglyphic and it means sprouting alike in broad tones and narrow zones growing among black folks as among white

Canuck Tuckahoe congressmen cough I give them the same I receive them the same and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves tenderly will I use your curling brass it may be you transpire from the breasts of young men and maybe if I had known them I would

Have loved them and maybe you were fooled people on from women and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers louse and the hair you are the mother slaps grass is very dark to be from the whiteheads of old mothers darker than the colorless spirits of old

Men dark to come under the faint red roofs of mouths mmm oh I perceive after all so many uttering tongues and I perceived they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing oh yeah done Alisha thanks of grass

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