This is a different section.
"I love paper on which things are printed,
the loveliness of the paper.
Going in a taxi from the train station
to a place that is to be work in an other city.
Through blocks of housing that is
denuded without window panes collapsing
in which people live out in the streets, sitting out.
And at the end of that block in the area
was the one building that is fixed up and painted.
It was the funeral parlor.
The funeral parlor.
Man is loaded out on beach with his friends strolling
around curve.
They see a whale, which has molted,
sheets of skin coming off, in which the crabs and birds are.
The carcass rotting of the long, gray, speckled whale.
And the loaded men strolling by the ocean.
The people bathing by the bank with the greenish puffed corpse
floating near them.
And some in a boat grinding their motion picture cameras
at the people.
They were afterwards, arrested, their cameras
taken away from them.
The men on rocks of pools and the loaded men went swimming.
Him unable to tell where the cold water is,
not knowing whether it is at his waist or neck,
but that he cannot breathe water.
It is black.
The black ripples have colors on them
when moving away from his hands.
Swimming in the black.
Sleek or slippery his skin is that.
My sitting in the boat, a man rowing.
Being rowed up to along the bank where the people were bathing.
A greenish blue corpse and one of a dog bloated,
floated at the bank.
People were filming, floating nearby, weighted with seven
or so in the rowboat.
Being rowed by or near them and the people
looking who are in the water.
Being dumb as being regarded as being something only.
Driving, they had eaten in a small town
and went out in the desert.
Feeling ill yet driving in the car
and then stopping, walking out onto the desert.
There was sage.
Clumps of tangled thorn brush in which the wild, horned cattle
stayed for shade.
Going into this to vomit, vomiting
yet so that the huge cattle flies which
tormented them were fierce to the person driving
across the country for the cattle.
The blond candidate, empty, dumb heard on the car radio
so that it is detached.
It is up to death or in it, where every one is different.
The corpse floating at the bank.
Decomposing is not noticed, not there.
Earlier, desert river now.
No plants except the thorn trees and sage.
For the wild, horned cattle, the vomiting
is the inner part of this person standing
in the thorn trees, which are where cattle stand out
in the heat.
Who's just this foolish person as they see themselves being
dumb as being something only.
That's why the incumbent candidate
there standing on the streets.
At night out, a man stood looking
into the open door of the restaurant
and lit a plastic fork on fire.
After lighting his cigarette, lit the cigarette,
and then lit the fork with it.
Then coming in from the open door
asks to go to the toilet in the restaurant to which the very
young, gracious waiter a sense.
There is no thing as a double affirmative,
which is a negative.
Yeah, yeah.
Going up the street had wanted to have an action.
What is that?
It is not a person.
It is not anything.
Bicycling and at a crossroads in the waste of fields.
They are cornfields, evening, some pheasants fly up.
Stopping at the crossroads, there's
a restaurant which is all you can eat.
Benches with immense obese people
eating who are from the farms.
Rows of the unrestrained hog-like people made fragile.
Sitting in a crowd, they scarf.
Platters of fish brought.
More rounds of platters of fish.
The sky outside the restaurant, which
is surrounded by the fields, is light evening.
In winter at 20 below zero, the restaurants, everywhere stands
were closed.
Playing the video games machine in the one pizza restaurant
out in the freezing night, there weren't
many people several in it.
The glacial arctic camp outside with a few people
going to it out.
The two people playing the video games
and coming to the other restaurant
with the fields surrounding in the evening in summer.
The gluttonous people from the farms, they were fragile,
a den inside.
The roads at the crossroad stretching away outside.
The insides of these, the episodes singly and therefore,
not meeting anything now or need for that.
It's not meeting anything.
In the November 1988, dreaming I was not
a resident, a passerby in Italy at a party where
noticing people were in line with trays of food.
I realized it was a restaurant.
And stealing, I walked out with a piece of meat, raw.
I'd crossed the street eating the raw, corrugated beef
when a man from the establishment comes out.
I drop the meat, which he didn't see by the sidewalk
and asks strongly if I took it.
I said no, I had left it.
A couple really had driven down a road
in the Midwest cornfields, the sky hot and still.
And men drove up alongside sticking their tongues out
and shouting fuck you, go home.
Following them, dragging in the car,
shouting when they are stopped at a stop sign
in the midst of the waste of fields.
In the evening there, they were sitting at a restaurant out.
And young men and women drove by in cars,
sticking their tongues out along the street of the town.
Up the street slowly or racing and then back up it again.
Evening with the fields surrounding the town for miles.
And going in the water before, when
it was the person far out in the day
become overcast, floating alone in the inner tube on the lake.
Dark water with only the person on the inner tube,
which is not cared about.
February 1988, desert which is immense
and from above light brown or red, vast rivulets
of sand with no human life as the only land.
What land is.
Running alongside it and then forward
is the deep, blue Red Sea with the edges of the land in very
light turquoise blue rim.
It is the rim.
A very beautiful rim.
The people are in the air.
There are patches of sand in as it goes on the endless sea.
The very light turquoise rimmed.
So it could be sky, which has white, rainless clouds
in the sky.
Or it could be in the sea.
Whatever is darker as shadows could be just in the air,
only in the air.
Sand patches rimmed or with the very light blue shallower sea,
but only if one's here.
A couple-- terrain where the young men and women
had leaned out of the cars sticking their tongues out,
driving the length of the town in the evenings.
The fields surrounding the town for miles,
got into the canoe going down the river.
Muskrats are seen along the bank.
The two people holding oars in the canoe going downstream.
Murmurs of the extremely elderly people floor of them out,
turning in their wheelchairs, moaning or sighing.
Floor of them weeping as one passes
not speaking up the hall.
The turning of their wheelchairs simply of that.
There's a bluff of the canoe.
The streams finger out confluence on a plateau.
And the sole canoe drifts out onto it.
Seeing a building sometime in the vegetation,
they draw up to the shore not struggling.
Out there, it is a Frank Lloyd Wright
building squat as if sliding into the river.
And inside it, young women in green, velvet, floor length
gowns as of a pool table.
And one in white, floor length playing a harp
as tasteless food is served.
The people having come from the canoe finding it
in the vegetation.
Then the bluff from the canoe and looking over it.
The streams finger out onto the plateau.
The sole canoe."
So that's all from that section of the novel that I'll read.
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Thank you.
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