Three times a week I am told that America has changed. This statement is pure bunkumb. It is also a symptom of ignorance.

America used to get the European news ten years late. possibly twenty. W.D.Howells returned.

Guillaume Appollonaires treatise on modern painting was written about nineteen ten. The Little Review didn't exist. The Little Review thirteen years later made good the deficiency, and transtaid it.

Picabia's treatise was written in 1920. Present translation is made therefore 6 years before American schedule. It is fittingly printed in Paris.

The young in America never do anything. They cant even relieve an old stager of the labours of translation. The learn nothing, they study nothing. They end like Masters and Sherwood Anderson, soft mellons, never reaching maturity. ??an?

Thus was it. Blame the climate. Whoop about the vibrations. Wait for something to happen. Yes, wait ... marvelous expectation. But a damn bore to the living. Ohio produces nothing but presidents.

They are shameless, they do nothing, they are
not the least ashamed of doing nothing. They
rush ecstaticly, they buzz like the wheels of the
6 th ave, " L " ; hey get from 244 th st to the
battery, and from the Battery to 244 th st, ; and
have done so for years, .

Nickle-plated non-entity. Tell us about your love-
affairs, Teddy.

America produces nothing but presidents, the trade
standard of this probelematical article has deterior-
ated.

Gees, can't you vary the bowling ?

ONE MINUTE BETWEEN
THR ACTS

I have made a trip on the most beautiful boat
ever constructed; n,b, on this liner passengers
and crew were on horse-back!

The captain, rider emeritus, was on a full-blooded race-horse, he wore a huntin suit and blew a horn to direct the menoeuvres; as for me: I hate riding, and managed to get a permit to spend the day on a wooden-horse in the gymnasium. We landed in an unknown country where horses were unknown; the natives took our mounted passengers for a sort of two-headed animal; they were terrified and dared not approach; only me, I had remained recognizable as a fellow creature, and these primitive people took me prisoner. Twas in prison that I wrote the following lines. This prison was an island entir ely deserted by day, but at night the denizens of a great continental city, where both marriage and free-love unions were forbidden, fired??their??fence met there to make love; on which account I was most splendid able to bring back from my exile the finest collection of ladies combs, that is?? exists, they range from celluloid to the most rannsparent tortoise+shell, covered with precious stones. I have offered this collection to my uncle the celebrated conchologist, and he has put it in a glass case with his collection of indian shells.

4.

your brains are only cow-bells for camels and crocodiles, the noise of your phrases hangs about you as the noise of bells upon lowing herds coming down from the hills in the half-light upon the Mounts of Suggestion.

Super-women, super-men, sub-women, sub-men
your hairs are turning white and your thoughts will
remain in obscurity.

The thoughts of the heart, the thoughts
of the soul, the thoughts of the cerebrum, are
chemic
but automatic reactions 9?? ; the current which
makes them move comes from you yourselves, from
or
the sun, from the Great Bear ; and the Great
Bear recites, the sun recites, and we recite our
digestions and indigestions. Your reflections, my dear
lady-readers, though they be anti-reason and anti-truth
are but so many conventions, on an absolute which
is itself a convention.

The heaven lies on our back and we carry it
to become strong ! That's an error ! Carpentier is
no stronger than a two year old kid, space and
time have the same duration, a fat woman a 9!!
thin woman, and old one or a young one, are all the
same thing.

2nd, footnote, carried over from preceding page :
The baboon was invented before that.

copy.
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