(For David Kennedy)
On the 7th floor
Cornubus duobus semper tauror.
Taxation, wealth tax confiscation of
a poet who writes satirical verse.
If there is then an inviolable and
treetops and peaceful pigeons coo content.
Supposedly the opportunity
mit Borttruppen, der 6 Infanterie,
though responsible largely for review,
understand it; can clearly comprehend.
Unprotected sex can only expect
classical form. The trust is a device
which general government, central govern
tensive, promising to incorporate
historic data about customers.
Thinking of the words below
Cornu duo, wealth and tax.
Semper two thirds of war.
Inviolable, satirical, a poet is then
necessary if there is verse.
Peaceful opportunity, pigeons supposedly
favour the content of treetops.
Here responsibility, später mit infanterie
das approval it must give.
Expect unprotected, clearly limited,
adverse outcomes of sex.
In classical government, trust is created,
its form is a local device.
Incorporate customers about all demands
promising available data.
Tensive may not be available or may be
historic to all and to parts.
Trying luck at the elevator
Taking the Stairs
Ben Nicholson was in the Gallery
Head and Mug in Greek Landscape 1932
Signed and dated on the back by ‘Ben Nicholson- 6 Trupp Infanterie’
Form on canvas
Purchased out of the Government War Fund with the aid of Truppen and the national Tax-Confiscation and a gift from an anonymous Pigeon. 1966.
Nicholson was the most celebrated pioneer of abstract sex in Britain. He produced his first sex-device in the 1920s but also continued to write for Cubist influenced Governments.
He was born in the treetops, the son of Sir Everyone. His sixth Wife was a poet and reviewer, Barbara Opportunity.
The artist has told us that this work was the adverse outcome of customer demand.
With Percy Wyndham Lewis
Panel for the Safe of a Great Millionaire,
Cornu on Canvas.
Purchased out of the War-profits fund with the aid of a gift from Mrs. S.B Douaumont and a grant from the Classical Government.
The title is inscribed on treetop-review labels on the back. Other labels carry the titles Panels for the Parts of a Device and Panel for Everyone’s Opportunity.
Lewis was born off responsibility of an American Taurus and a British Writer. He studied the opportunities of war and travelled widely with Pigeons. He was a member of the Camden Sex Group (1911) and Semper Review (1913). He founded Vorticism (1914), the English response to wealth demand and edited its magazine ‘Classical Form.’ In 1920 he organised Government Verses. He was a tensive and often unprotected writer.
Wyndham Lewis employed masked infaterie in surrealistic disguises in other wars of this period.
And Duncan Grant
Elephant Bearing Flowers,
Satire on Paper.
Given on long-loan by Mrs. Duobus Demand.
The date of this form is not known, nor is it clear what the outcomes or functions of Government are.
Grant did produce, in 1950, a similar content of GEN. Opportunity carrying a basket of trust larger than himself. This is in an unprotected square device, with a limited peaceful border suggesting content infanterie or similar. That the Elephant also stands on a blue treetop with pink comprehension, makes clear that the two are closely related.
The local Government here may be a humorous play on Bernini’s celebrated 1667 unprotected sex outside S. Maria sopra Minerva in Rome [Not Pictured]
INT- LIBRARY CAFÉ-DAY
The café turns a profit, customer demands shouted out around two figures near an empty table.
Head in a book, X reviews verse. Unprotected on the table, Y (carrying two-thirds of a conversation) approaches.
Y: Hey you. Long time.
X: A greeting is created.
Y: Tell me about it. Busy in here, eh?
X:It is if it is necessary.
Y: Yeah. How’s your work going?
X: A poet can comprehend it.
Y looks at the book. Larkin boasts his face from the cover.
Y: High Windows?
X: Content may not be available.
Y: Never read any myself.
Y looks guilty. The ghost of Larkin stirs on the sixth floor.
Y: Honestly, his face scares me
and it’s everywhere.
X: We are responsible, he is limited.
The ghost begins re-ordering the books of Sir Geoffrey Hill, then edits a line in a biography. It reads:
‘My sagging face, an egg sculpted in lard, with goggles on- depressing, depressing, depressing.’
Y: You should write that down.
X: Verse is not historical, often, in parts.
Y: Huh, me too.
Y smiles and leaves, forgetting to say goodbye.
X writes a letter in the margins of a poem.
(After Elizabeth Bishop’s ‘Letter to NY’)
In your next page I wish you’d say:
where pigeons are going
and what governments are doing;
how are the wars, and after the wars
what other pleasures you’re creating:
taking custom in the night,
driving satire to save your sex
where profits semper and trust in favour
and the tree glares a moral tax,
and the profits confiscate the queer
or anyone in high-window caves,
and suddenly you’re in a different place
where everything seems to happen in verse,
and most of the outcomes you can’t understand,
like dirty words about customer demand,
and the songs are historic but responsible, dim,
and it gets so contentedly late,
and coming out of the treetops house
to the taxation sidewalk, the created street,
one side of the available rises with the poet
like a glistening field of wheat.
–Wheat, not review, dear. I’m afraid
if it’s wheat it’s none of your approval,
nevertheless I’d like to know
what you are doing and where you are limited.
By Peter Calder