what? if
the world!
is so much more—than things
after all; so much—
more
might depend upon
the world!
is so much more—than things
after all; so much—
more
might depend upon
the way
all the dumb
stuff
is arranged.
The pecking order—of, say
first—stay
alive,
next—get
satisfied,
then after that—try as best you can
to go back
to feeling
real again—as if
all the dumb
stuff
is arranged.
The pecking order—of, say
first—stay
alive,
next—get
satisfied,
then after that—try as best you can
to go back
to feeling
real again—as if
flicking
back and forth
like some
desperate-
ly thirsty
and fire-eyed
cloth bit of
moth on the
planet Mars—just feels more
like pure
pattern-making, like pure rhythm
than melody. Tell me;
does it ever
occur? to old Patterson—that
the content
of suffering
or reward
back and forth
like some
desperate-
ly thirsty
and fire-eyed
cloth bit of
moth on the
planet Mars—just feels more
like pure
pattern-making, like pure rhythm
than melody. Tell me;
does it ever
occur? to old Patterson—that
the content
of suffering
or reward
doesn't matter
nearly as much—as does
the constant
and incessant—
contrast between the goddamn two of them.
and incessant—
contrast between the goddamn two of them.