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House of Leaves Part 36

- [illegible) Warsaw.

July 9, 1988 Pelican's Promontory Dance Hyperion curls have you consulted the plans for these whirls?

We seldom know the pattern.

though that never matters, not if you know the notes.

I've forgotten.

I can't hear.

- On behalf of a Warsaw Lady who showed me I couldn't dance.

July 10, 1988 Pelican Misunderstanding a Portentous Sign Future pens and wars with feathered knights, The drumming thunder, the azured lights, rising In these eyes.

Do you hear?

"It's Patter Sir.

He's in the back, knocking at the gate."

And the warlord's fatter (Pelican's cat) mewing for his milk.

And all now is thunder for the lightning has passed.

- For Anna. Krakow July 10, 1988 Pelican's Worrisome Wake A semiotic Eliotic dream with Proust bumbling around unread -an intuitive guess commands awake.

Sledgehammer harmony played deceptively right in this non cadence.

"They've taken the beat away"

And Patter and Quisling said she'd raise the union from the sea and be Hawthorne bread.

This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but an alarm clock.

The mewer lands with a comforting glance: There now you know this game.

- For Zbyszek. Poland.

July 15, 1988 On the Lining Brim of Being Brow Shy In a rage of questions again this preponderance over a dumb show and Quisling and Easle peckering it out over their own running conversation, he found this at Petitgas 1857 in the lock of a heart and a disabled cardboard box.

There's the chance of the thing.

There's the design.

"Fashion I believe is only right when meant for the right time."

- For the owner of the Pentgas hat store. Copenhagen.

July 20, 1988 The Still Concordance of a Summertime Memory or Gaze-Whatever You Will Easle, clairvoyant, intruding with rapacious gab harkens nevertheless with a pique ear on Pelican's semanteme arrangement: It's a colored chord (not necessarily a mauve word) 'A flute piping on a Hamburg corner and tarnished slightly too."

Pelican admires the gate of the idea and as Basic passes by he forwards a hand- "There, it should be there."

And he knows that that will hold for at least a little while.

- For Katharina the flute player. Hamburg. July 22, 1988 The Present 1815 Calamity of Conscience Rise the brobdingnag to the Lion's ballpawed fair where, If all accords to plan Warlord Waterloo will claw the hem with grace.

"I trembled at the sound of footsteps, my conscience turned aghast: Melonbrick returning?"

Stavishly amok running at the mouth: Pelican thinks ce champ sinistre la fuite des geants.

Come now cats and mice will play (and scamper exceedingly loud down the hail) Infidels of thought blinder than, o yes much much blinder than bats.

- For Said in Bruxelles.

July 25, 1988 Melonology On A Melon Is this melon right Pelican demanded of himself.

Indeed it seems to hold the curve, seems right in the palm (How would Easle read?) It reminds me of sorry days in Spain.

Funny they didn't have melons there.

- Written on a melon. Paris.

July 26, 1988 When Unguarded Thoughts Returned Over Breakfast -He needs to eat and so opens the fridge to retrieve along with bread a brick of butter.

- [illegible). Paris, July 26, 1988 Pelican Transpires By His Cup of Tea and Decides to Try His Hand at Conjuring Is the ambiance of style elegant ambivalence?

"There" sighed Patter and Pelican felt an easing away.

He relished the thought He turned over the thought He gave it up, and in an evening dress she appeared behind his dosing eyes.

- For Lucy in Carcassonne.

August 3, 1988 An Elegant Prancing of an Indolent Pale Over Revision Ragged and towed in a misfortunate step, torn to a spindoil in returning a [illegible]

[illegible) the alteration: "Grammatical metempsychosis"

[illegible]

though Pelican claims he saw more through that [illegible]

behind the matador's cape.

- For Becky after a bullfight in Madrid. August 7, 1988 The Stave Principle in Regards to Pelican's Principles-Or Something Like That A criminal's attention is Stave's at hand gestures for intimidation when it comes to questions of personal and inter-personal balance.

"I've gone to the edge and found I could do more than just peer over."

And he blinks like Waterloo (slowly now) while ahead of the game Pelican wonders if he could think that way.

If he could relish closure.

Does Stave stall?

Is tomorrow's wonder only yesterday's remembrance?

Pelican discovers himself annoyed.

- Left at the Peraz Hostel in Madrid.

August 11, 1988 The Ploy That Put Syllabic Stress Differentiation Over art Pelican stuttered for stuttering is the hindrance of speech and Pelican stuttered on purpose because that's what he wanted to do -to hinder.

"You're a wretch" Easle said, placing a hair on her palm.

Stave felt completely annoyed by the intention.

Pelican continued on and in between enjoyments he fragmented letters like he fragmented his friend's sense.

- For Stefan in Toledo.

August 11, 1988 October's Tapestry Sale Perhaps there's the stitch potential to consider - Quisling's adjournment (which follows) reflects his invariant gate -from Pelican's perspective you understand.

"Get to the remount and head south and settle east."

Quisling loses himself with a compass, a fault of antiquated polarities when he was young.

Pelican shreds away at it all.

But it's nothing new Quisling is history's name, - For strangers met on a train to Nice.

July 26, 1988 The Wednesday Which Pelican Mistook to be a Sunday and Caused Easle to Lose her Cards Amuck in annular thoughts reminiscent of mango tree roots- "Are these circular?"

"They are from my angle"

and mango tree roots sound- Pelican confounds his own imagination by trying transubstantiation on the evening sea tide rising inside his morning cup.

Easle throws her tarots and with hanging men and a spotted moon up In the air commands a Taxi uptown.

The driver grins ala St. John.

"O Pelican (portentously or pre..replete) -the turning forms what, a bird, a plane, no...

the paraclete?"

- Sent to [illegible].

August 1, 1988 Pelican's Ratiocination of Erring Recurrence In Correspondence He just Left Behind With forgetful ease the forgotten tease of shapeless days pass by and I feel them hesitate sometimes and whisper their concordance of slight gestures in glass.

They are mine and drift still with the irregularity of wine and doors in constructed mythologies of evening reflections long since gone by.

- For Johanna in Rome.

August 14, 1988 Singing Lesson When Beethoven Caine to Stroll The colors steal a glimpse of praise and subdue orchestrated humor with tropes.

"I have forgotten to read."

Easle is annoyed with the tricode stitching on a courtesan's hem-the outlay see.

'And when I learned to read again what I read wasn't what I'd read before."

Pelican's not listening, only watching the pastoral unfold in shades of plaid.

- For a Dutch girl wearing a Fransican cross who spoke Italian with a southern accent. She gave me a sandwich on a train to Brindisi. August 15, 1988 When the Excavation Proffered up a Pause and at Twenty To the Angel Passed Right By Here in the scape of trumpeters poised before a curfew of miracles we collide into a communal tonic of words, of silence.

"Well" and she said more than well, but this is the getting around, the circling Bacchanal in four time, The wine has dropped to the cloth: one season two seasons three reasons (There is not time enough to count all the way) sounds the chorus sounds Pelican sounds the notes that brought a wall of conversation tumbling down.

- For Claire. Paxos, Greece.

August 20, 1988 The Parable (I) It's fortunate you laughed because I would have lost my way.

These are the notes recorded These are the lines reflecting what one evening had to say to another.

"1 walk, see and 1 believe a gentleman passes by and what catches my eye are his cufflinks.

He is my brother. He is my father."

This, a Pelican inmate declared, is the way.

- For a Captain. Greece.

August 23, 1988 The Reason (II) Your place is secured.

So the promise.

So Jacob's death.

But the line hasn't decided your name.

Skip. Skip.

Daily-ho. Esau.

"Sold" cried the blackfaced man with a tarnished gavel, and two men went forth to retrieve what Pelican deemed to be the ugliest phonograph he'd ever seen.

"k's an Edison"

And so itwas.

And so that name also had something to do with currents -right?