Greatness is far away

Just a flood of magic came

Lilacs bloom

As street lamps illuminated

Thoughts of you

Things going to happen

Pink clouds

 Fog goes

I breath in the sweet vapors

Swings are moving in rhythm

Hardly average.

Oh Canada, Oh Canada!

Oh Canada, Oh Canada!

With James Joyce and Hemingway around 1935 literary coflicts were happening.

Wallace Stevens started throwing punches at Hemmingway at a party for example.

The Wasteland by Eliot was to make for a bleak vision of the future.

Yes world war two was amazingly destructive and horrifying and the flippers of the jazz age were gone.  Also sexual language in literature was widening since the  "genius" of Ulysses made it difficult to stop in court.

America was heading torwards the future in a rather dry academic way no doubt to impress the world.

Goat was looking hip

People told goat so

That he had a cute goate.

Time was ending

Once upon a time

There was no stopping it

Not even insanity would win

The clock does spin.

The flute does play

How dull

How dull

Goat jumped from rock to rock

His face was smiling

Goat was in love with happiness.

The waters were dancing

And danced right off the page

To choose a life that has some pain

Yet some people are lost for pain

And there blood has ice

Has icicles

And not a bit of frosting.

New Story

 Witch Hunting and Gold Rushing

To be continued...

Did Darth Vadar ever Luxury Resort in the Bay Area with Nose?

I realize I have done done a little ground breaking with my fiction.

I will say it was largely situational which caused it to happen.  It was a big surprise to me.  Yes there was great ambition, but the world around me gave me amazing assistance.

How does the little crocodiles

With their shining teeth

Find a swamp to dream in

Where the fish are

Lovely fishes from fishy kingdoms

How the wind would blow them in

Like spirits from the trees

Somewhere in a swamp

The crocodiles dream.