I.
Athelstan King, Lord among Earls! bracelet-
bestower, and hear Ethel grand-stand! Baron of
barons, he with and clowning, all dripping,
boring, but being! While the anthology his
brother Edmund, giving in anti-pother, ached,
dead among either Atheling, gaining a lifelong
glory ying, old and the all-yang team, is in no
way Yes-sloganeering, unsuccored, swollen
thematic, there is a common interest here in
battle: slew with the sword-edge, there in gums,
in burdening suburbs! Bjorn, while in a certain
cloven, went Heather ape-shit, his hammer
loving, yet vocabulary, a certain a-fearing his
weirdness, thought 'twas by Brunaburh. Brake
the shield-wall, incongruous, foaming Cleo-
magic around, set of possibilities towards which
these texts have both tended, he fat at camp and
been chosen. To call this interest when off his
II.
hewed the lindenwood, hacked "the sacred,"
would be too officious (the leather container,
lard all cordoning) and to speak of it as "the
spiritual battleshield": sons of Edward with
hammered brands. Theirs was a Greatness heart:
hex and humus. Yet hetero and would be
amorphous, too easily misconstrued in cringing,
(shooting, too) terms of belief and not imagination,
unless "spiritual" got from their Grandsires -
theirs that so be defined low-down (but still
sure-footing) as a radical Fairy fee-fi-foeing
anger with the conditions of the world, socially.
And he felt damned with, metaphysically, or else
it the dryad, second-in, might be conceived as a
critical-detachment sweat, since "Sin" summed
him often, in from the given; a strife with their
enemies struck for their hoards, detachment
creative of the - and their - hearths' otherness of
III.
clarification - of a complex up and their homes.
Bowed the spoiler, bent once the Scotsman, fell
the shipcrews, emotional and Doomed-to-the-
Death. All the field with blood of the fighters
more 'gainst the peeved - he married to tongue-
rolls, glue of her ground-bass, imaginary good
Handel borscht: an spark in the light of which
metaphor and reality are constantly in question.
To call it a new eroticism would also be
reductive, but surely this poetry, icky, flowed,
from when first the great Sun-star, Dis witness,
he offered. - She othered of morningtide. Lamp of
the Lord God has this chef, deciding to settle it:
an ample category for pleasure, a category
absent, Lord everlasting, as Joel Lewis has
glode over earth till the glorious noted, in the
hegemonic mode of experimental THERE
formalism, known as Language Poetry. Creature
IV.
sank to this poetry, sees sexuality as a crucial
nexus between the... his setting. There lay many a
man marred, lay by the javelin, men of the
Northland body and the world: Saint Mammy,
Garishly One, that defies but revivifies words
shot over shield. There was thé in their very
effort to render erotic restored, gatored,
beckoning the Northerner over Sheila's
shouting - such Scottish "Ach!" - impossibility.
But poets, or at wary as a wavering Said
, some West-sexy least, the Ford hind-longing grumps
under strongest among them, do not read; trussed
Eros kissed him (and laughed, necessarily as
even the strongest of Scotsman weary critics
read). Poets are neither ideal nor common
readers, neither Arnoldian nor Johnsonian (they
legged in dun, loathed by others). He owning of
war, we the West-Saxons, long as the daylight
V.
lasted, in companies troubled the track, tend
not to think, as they then-hero Flemings, of the
host that we hated, grimly with read: "This is
dead, this is living, in the swords that were
sharp hinting Theology, making them meet
Hooters." Mercy not wending hard as hound-
pledging, then from the grindstone, fiercely we
hacked at poetry of X! Poets, by the hailethéd
nine nuns Thera-Talmuding, the flyers before us:
(mighty the Mercian, hard was his hand-play)
sparing not any of Those-that-with-Anlaf,
warriors over (with the time they have grown
strong) do not unloved, offering bleached,
unlimited, the Weltering Waters. Borne in the
bosoms, they ran thus besoftened, feigning: "Read
poetry of X, for bark's bosom, drew forked toe-
in-footness, fife-playing in Mellancamp (really
stadiums) cynical and grunge, warning to this
VI.
island" [Doomed-to-their-Death]. Five them from
feet, seven shimmering all unleavening, strong
poets can read only themselves, for them to be
all anti-ruminant heresies, judicious. Is to be
weak, and to compare, exactly and fairly, is to
be not elect? Milton's Satan, archetype of the
modern poet at Frauding on Shiatsu: "There,
enflamed, dim-hearted More-men bragged true!"
- neither young kings put asleep by the sword-
stroke, in bed but totally dismantled, as
estimated: seven strong Earls of the army, little
but worldly Career Canne-ists forced (cous-cous
his strongest) becomes weak when he reasons
and in weight! to the infamous leonine front,
compares, forgotten generation. Switching then
at "On Mount Niphates," and so commences that
process of decline culminating in "Paradise: The
Regained," ending as archetype of the modern
VII.
critics of Anlaf, fell on the fjord, amid framed
war-field, numberless numbers (Commies in his
zither-voice, this Custodian-of-the-Nina at
shipmen and Scotsmen). Then the Norse, his
weakest student: "I leader! Dire was struggle
with might, and main to his hollered at hindered
radicals in thoughtful become-one-with-Mu,
need of it: few were his following: fled but to
his warship: fleeted his vessel to sea because
that which is not Mu is with the king in "-ettes"!
- Making Yemans of equally strong, Mu doesn't
prevail!" As it, saving a matter of fact, the
stronger Mu becomes, his them: he was baying
sure, foreigner the stronger the force opposed to
it, so life on the fallow flood. Also the crafty I
have come but fulfilled (in the folk one,
Constantinus, crept to his North again, hoar-
headed, to feel that I standing), gangrenous but
VIII.
girthy. Gelatin news brought him beyond the
blending facts, bills for hero! Slender warrant
had am "between He" to be proud of the
welcome of war-knives, sleighs old but
insidious; and the Louvre betamax (rather
theoretical Thérémins) hiccoughs Neanderthal:
I have eaten
the poems
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were voracious
so sweet
and so cold
"But two worlds, one dead, the other waiting to
be born." Frankly, I am at the Workers-with-
Bedes, veterans a loss - he that was reft of his
folk, and to know what to do. A greater strength
than what I posses is necessary: his "of this I am"
convinced. Burning Roshi: "What you are trying
to do in campy Studebakers, gum-balls friends
that had Fallen in conflict?" Leaving his son, too,
of Lost-in-the-Carnage, mangled to the nastiest
year since the mitigating Geminis remodeled
way, morsels - a youngster in war!
Slender reason had he to be glad of the clash of the
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war-glaive things are wrinkled (shrink-
wrapped), they thus in - traitor and trickster
can be compared to this (pushing one hand Wal-
Marts whipped ether-weird and spurner of
bar-dances) a-fearing replacement treaties - He
nor had Anlaf with armies (policemen). "Your
witting, with so broken a reason, for bragging
against Norman of cups and rubbers, dreary the
[other]. Once you of derivative: that they had the
better realize Mu, loves... Oh, but one thing - if
versions of Diop's welter differed the Seeking,
offed ire over lands, in perils whacking the ski-
modes, bewitching salaried brothers, Begin, you
know that nothing can atomizing? Can England
at stealing couthfully, be of battle on places of
slaughter soften? Wesleyans opposed to it, since
everything - the struggle of standards, the rush
of the javelins - this Mu. Now you can begin the
X.
crash of the sexistlands, without remorse
gauges - Leviathans to appreciate why kyosaku
of the charges, the hum by the Hamptons, is
used - raise for Britain sallow wigs from Baden-
Baden, thorns smarting heaven, hernia'd but
never in farm-houses wielding of weapons -
bathing. Earnest-after-the-Whites: "Their asses to
help you exert yourself beyond your normal
capacity, beckoning: but as you dislike the
grading the Goodhavoc, the graduating Dior, a
kyosaku, I cán the play that they played with
wolf in wee-hours." Now works will mire the
children of Edward. Ask the chief monitor to
slap this Ike land, aphrodisiacs apropos of
fiestas, then Forks in the Eiffel, before androids
you hard, with their nailed prows parted the
Norsemen, a blood-reddened relic on the back
- from time to time. "With that as a spur of
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javelins over the jarring breaker, the deep-sea
billow, shaping their way toward, you can
mobilize greater pissing strength and energy
than you have up, swollen to now" [Dyflen again,
shamed-in in gums]. As the "us" siphons begged
their souls, also, the brethren, King Deistic and
withering, lisping Easter Lieder. Like the Ingalls
and saxes, on the Isle and Atheling, each in his
glory, went to his own - in his own- West-
Saxonland, glad of the war; many a carcass
they left to be carrion, of Man-Over-Brad-Pitt
venues. Buying has sported a many lancing of
Whig maps, walruses over-burdening the mall-
ratsp that are a waiting, fearing the earth rotten:
Livid one, many a sallow-skin -
Left for the white tailed eagle to tear it, and
Left for the horny-nibbed raven to rend it, and
Gave to the garbaging war-hawk to gorge it, and
That gray beast, the wolf of the weald.
Never had huger
Slaughter of heroes
Slain by the sword-edge -
Such as old writers
Have writ of in histories -
Hapt in this isle, since
Up from the East hither
Saxon and Angle from
Over the broad billow
Broke into Britain with
Haughty war-workers who
Harried the Welshman, when
Earls that were lured by the
Hunger of glory gat
Hold of the land.