19/10/2020

Prof: “And now, gentlemen, where was I? Oh yes,
Ma Lottie . . . She wake shivering in the gentle pink
dawn, pink as the candles on a little girl’s birthday cake,
pink as spun sugar, pink as a sea-shell, pink as a cock
pulsing in a red fucking light. . . . Ma Lottie . . . hurumph . . . if this prolixity be not cut short will succumb to the infirmities of age and join her daughter in formaldehyde.
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge the poet . . . I should like to c^ll your attention to the symbolism of the Ancient Mariner him self.”
Students: “H im self the man says.”
“Thereby call attention to his own unappetizing person.”
“That wasn’t a nice thing to do, Teach.”
A hundred juvenile delinquents . . . switch blades clicking like teeth move at him.
Pr o f: “Oh Landsakes!” He tries desperately to disguise himself as an old woman with high black shoes and umbrella. . . . “If it wasn’t for my lumbago can’t
rightly bend over I’d turn them offering my Sugar Bum
the way baboons do it. . . . If a weaker baboon be attacked by a stronger baboon the weaker baboon will either (a) present his hrump fanny I believe is the
word, gentlemen, heh heh for passive intercourse or ( b ) if he is a different type baboon more extrovert and well-adjusted, lead an attack on an even weaker baboon
if he can find one.”
Dilapidated Diseuse in 1920 clothes like she sleep in
them ever since undulates across dreary neonlighted
Chicago street . . . dead weight of the Dear Dead Days