BLACK EARTH
Openly, yes,with the naturalnessof the hippopotamus or the alligatorwhen it climbs out on the bank to experience thesun, I do thesethings which I do, which pleaseno one but myself. Now I breathe and now I am sub-merged; the blemishes stand up and shout when the objectin view was arenaissance; shall I saythe contrary? The sediment of the river whichencrusts my joints, makes me very gray but I am usedto it, it mayremain there; do awaywith it and I am myself done away with, for thepatina of circumstance can but enrich what wasthere to beginwith. This elephant skinwhich I inhabit, fibred over like the shell ofthe coco-nut, this piece of black glass through which no lightcan filter—cutinto checkers by rutupon rut of unpreventable experience—it is a manual for the peanut-tongued and thehairy toed. Blackbut beautiful, my backis full of the history of power. Of power? Whatis powerful and what is not? My soul shall neverbe cut intoby a wooden spear; through-out childhood to the present time, the unity oflife and death has been expressed by the circumferencedescribed by mytrunk; nevertheless, Iperceive feats of strength to be inexplicable afterall; and I am on my guard; external poise, ithas its centrewell nurtured—we knowwhere—in pride, but spiritual poise, it has its centre where?My ears are sensitized to more than the sound ofthe wind. I seeand I hear, unlike thewandlike body of which one hears so much, which was madeto see and not to see; to hear and not to hear;that tree trunk withoutroots, accustomed to shoutits own thoughts to itself like a shell, maintained intactby who knows what strange pressure of the atmosphere; thatspiritualbrother to the coralplant, absorbed into which, the equable sapphire lightbecomes a nebulous green. The I of each is tothe I of each,a kind of fretful speechwhich sets a limit on itself; the elephant is?Black earth preceded by a tendril? It is to thatphenomenonthe above formation,translucent like the atmosphere—a cortex merely—that on which darts cannot strike decisively the firsttime, a substanceneedful as an instanceof the indestructibility of matter; ithas looked at the electricity and at the earth-quake and is stillhere; the name means thick. Willdepth be depth, thick skin be thick, to one who can see nobeautiful element of unreason under it?
Openly, yes,with the naturalnessof the hippopotamus or the alligatorwhen it climbs out on the bank to experience thesun, I do thesethings which I do, which pleaseno one but myself. Now I breathe and now I am sub-merged; the blemishes stand up and shout when the objectin view was arenaissance; shall I saythe contrary? The sediment of the river whichencrusts my joints, makes me very gray but I am usedto it, it mayremain there; do awaywith it and I am myself done away with, for thepatina of circumstance can but enrich what wasthere to beginwith. This elephant skinwhich I inhabit, fibred over like the shell ofthe coco-nut, this piece of black glass through which no lightcan filter—cutinto checkers by rutupon rut of unpreventable experience—it is a manual for the peanut-tongued and thehairy toed. Blackbut beautiful, my backis full of the history of power. Of power? Whatis powerful and what is not? My soul shall neverbe cut intoby a wooden spear; through-out childhood to the present time, the unity oflife and death has been expressed by the circumferencedescribed by mytrunk; nevertheless, Iperceive feats of strength to be inexplicable afterall; and I am on my guard; external poise, ithas its centrewell nurtured—we knowwhere—in pride, but spiritual poise, it has its centre where?My ears are sensitized to more than the sound ofthe wind. I seeand I hear, unlike thewandlike body of which one hears so much, which was madeto see and not to see; to hear and not to hear;that tree trunk withoutroots, accustomed to shoutits own thoughts to itself like a shell, maintained intactby who knows what strange pressure of the atmosphere; thatspiritualbrother to the coralplant, absorbed into which, the equable sapphire lightbecomes a nebulous green. The I of each is tothe I of each,a kind of fretful speechwhich sets a limit on itself; the elephant is?Black earth preceded by a tendril? It is to thatphenomenonthe above formation,translucent like the atmosphere—a cortex merely—that on which darts cannot strike decisively the firsttime, a substanceneedful as an instanceof the indestructibility of matter; ithas looked at the electricity and at the earth-quake and is stillhere; the name means thick. Willdepth be depth, thick skin be thick, to one who can see nobeautiful element of unreason under it?
Openly, yes,with the naturalnessof the hippopotamus or the alligatorwhen it climbs out on the bank to experience the
sun, I do thesethings which I do, which pleaseno one but myself. Now I breathe and now I am sub-merged; the blemishes stand up and shout when the object
in view was arenaissance; shall I saythe contrary? The sediment of the river whichencrusts my joints, makes me very gray but I am used
to it, it mayremain there; do awaywith it and I am myself done away with, for thepatina of circumstance can but enrich what was
there to beginwith. This elephant skinwhich I inhabit, fibred over like the shell ofthe coco-nut, this piece of black glass through which no light
can filter—cutinto checkers by rutupon rut of unpreventable experience—it is a manual for the peanut-tongued and the
hairy toed. Blackbut beautiful, my backis full of the history of power. Of power? Whatis powerful and what is not? My soul shall never
be cut intoby a wooden spear; through-out childhood to the present time, the unity oflife and death has been expressed by the circumference
described by mytrunk; nevertheless, Iperceive feats of strength to be inexplicable afterall; and I am on my guard; external poise, it
has its centrewell nurtured—we knowwhere—in pride, but spiritual poise, it has its centre where?My ears are sensitized to more than the sound of
the wind. I seeand I hear, unlike thewandlike body of which one hears so much, which was madeto see and not to see; to hear and not to hear;
that tree trunk withoutroots, accustomed to shoutits own thoughts to itself like a shell, maintained intactby who knows what strange pressure of the atmosphere; that
spiritualbrother to the coralplant, absorbed into which, the equable sapphire lightbecomes a nebulous green. The I of each is to
the I of each,a kind of fretful speechwhich sets a limit on itself; the elephant is?Black earth preceded by a tendril? It is to that
phenomenonthe above formation,translucent like the atmosphere—a cortex merely—that on which darts cannot strike decisively the first
time, a substanceneedful as an instanceof the indestructibility of matter; ithas looked at the electricity and at the earth-
quake and is stillhere; the name means thick. Willdepth be depth, thick skin be thick, to one who can see nobeautiful element of unreason under it?