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#9: February 12, 1942 — “CANTO 46”

I am readin’ you now another Canto for diverse reasons.  It contains things or at least hints at things that you will have to know sooner or later.  Berle or no Berle, war or no war.

And as I stated last time, I am feedin’ you the footnotes first in case there is any possible word that might not be easily comprehended.  The Decennio, and decennio exposition was the exhibition in Rome at the end of the first ten years of the Fascist regime.  Mussolini’s fascist regime.  They set up the office of the old Popolo d’Italia, very like what had been the New Age Office in London.  Except that Orage’s office contained a couple of drawings by Max Beerbohm which have never been published.

John Marmaduke is a pseudonym, the rest of the names in the Canto are real.  The MacMillan Commission sat after the other war to look into the sins of the British Financial system.

Antoninus Pius, a Roman emperor; lex Rhodi the law of Rhodes, well I say that in the Canto.  The Latin phrase: Aurum est commune sepulchrum, “gold the common sepulchre.”  Parallels: Troy the common grave, I think it is a part of a line by Propertius.  But it don’t matter who it is quoted from.  And the Greek: helandros, kai heleptolis kai helarxe, “usury destroyer of men and cities and governments.”  HELARXE more or less twisted from a line of Aeschylus; about Helen of Troy destroyer of men, and cities.  Geryon, Geryone; allegorical beast in Dante’s hell, symbol of fraud and all dirtiness.  Hic Geryon est, is a Latin tag meaning, “with the other phrase,” Hic hyperu sura: this is “extra strong usury.”  Super usury.  All right, now I am going on with Canto 46.

XLVI
And if you will say that this tale teaches …
a lesson, or that the Reverend Eliot
has found a more natural language … you who think
you will
get through hell in a hurry …
That day there was cloud over Zoagli
And for three days snow cloud over the sea
Banked like a line of mountains.
Snow fell. Or rain fell stolid, a wall of lines
So that you could see where the air stopped open
and where the rain fell beside it
Or the snow fell beside it. Seventeen
Years on this case, nineteen years, ninety years
on this case
An’ the fuzzy bloke sez (legs no pants ever wd. fit) ’IF
that is so, any government worth a damn can
pay dividends?’
The major chewed it a bit and sez: ’Y—es, eh …
You mean instead of collectin’ taxes?’ ’
Instead of collecting taxes.’ That office?
Didja see the Decennio?
?
Decennio exposition, reconstructed office of II Popolo,
Waal, ours waz like that, minus the Mills bomb an’ the teapot,
heavy lipped chap at the desk,
One half green eye and one brown one, nineteen
Years on this case, CRIME
Ov two CENturies, 5 millions bein’ killed off
to 1919, and before that
Debts of the South to New York, that is to the
banks of the city, two hundred million,
war, I don’t think (or have it your own way …)
about slavery?
Five million being killed off… couple of Max’s drawings,
one of Balfour and a camel, an’
one w’ich fer oBviOus reasons haz
never been published, ole Johnny Bull with a ’ankerchief.
It has never been published..
’He ain’t got an opinion.’
Sez Orage about G.B.S. sez Orage about Mr. Xtertn.
Sez Orage about Mr. Wells, ’he wont HAVE an opinion
trouble iz that you mean it, you never will be a journalist.
19 years on this case, suburban garden,
’Greeks!’ sez John Marmaduke ’a couple of art tricks!
What else? never could set up a NATION!’
Wouldn’t convert me, dwn’t HAVE me converted,
’Said “I know I didn’t ask you, your father sent you here
“to be trained. I know what I’d feel.
“send my son to England and have him come back a christian!
“what wd. I feel?” ’Suburban garden
Said Abdul Baha: “I said ’let us speak of religion.’
“Camel driver said: I must milk my camel.
“So when he had milked his camel I said ’let us speak of religion.’
And the camel driver said: It is time to drink milk.
Will you have some?’ For politeness I tried to join him.
Have you ever tasted milk from a camel?
I was unable to drink camel’s milk. I have never been able.
So he drank all of the milk, and I said: let us speak of religion.
’I have drunk my milk. I must dance.’ said the driver.
We did not speak of religion.” Thus Abdul Baha
Third vice-gerent of the First Abdul or Whatever Baha,
the Sage, the Uniter, the founder of a religion,
in a garden at Uberton, Gubberton, or mebbe it was some
other damned suburb, but at any rate a suburban suburb
amid a flutter of teacups, said Mr Marmaduke:
“Never will understand us. They lie. I mean personally
“They are mendacious, but if the tribe gets together
“the tribal word will be kept, hence perpetual misunderstanding.
“Englishman goes there, lives honest, word is reliable,
“ten years, they believe him, then he signs terms for his
government.
“and naturally, the treaty is broken, Mohammedans,
“Nomads, will never understand how we do this.”
17 years on this case, and we not the first lot!
Said Paterson:
Hath benefit of interest on all
the moneys which it, the bank, creates out of nothing
Semi-private inducement Said
Mr Roth-schild, hell knows which Roth-schild
1861, ’64 or there sometime, “very few people
“will understand this. Those who do will be occupied
“getting profits. The general public will probably not
“see it’s against their interest.”
Seventeen years on the case; here
Gents, is/are the confession.
“Can we take this into court?
’Will any jury convict on this evidence?
1694 anno domini, on through the ages of usury
On, right on, into hair-cloth, right on into rotten building,
Right on into London houses, ground rents, foetid brick work,
Will any jury convict ’um? The Foundation of Regius Professors
Was made to spread lies and teach Whiggery, will any
JURY convict ’um?
The Macmillan Commission about two hundred and forty years
LATE
with great difficulty got back to Paterson’s
The bank makes it ex nihil
Denied by five thousand professors, will any
Jury convict ’um? This case, and with it
the first part, draws to a conclusion,
of the first phase of this opus, Mr Marx, Karl, did not
foresee this conclusion, you have seen a good deal of
the evidence, not knowing it evidence, is monumentum
look about you, look, if you can, at St Peter’s
Look at the Manchester slums, look at Brazilian coffee
or Chilean nitrates. This case is the first case
Si requieres monumentum?
This case is not the last case or the whole case, we ask a
REVISION, we ask for enlightenment in a case
moving concurrent, but this case is the first case:
Bank creates it ex nihil. Creates it to meet a need,
Hic est hyper-usura. Mr. Jefferson met it:
No man hath natural right to exercise profession
of lender, save him who hath it to lend.
Replevin, estopple, what wangle which wangle, VanBuren met it.
Before that was tea dumped into harbour, before that was a
great deal still in the school books, placed there
NOT as evidence.  Placed there to distract idle minds,
Murder, starvation and bloodshed, seventy four red revolutions
Ten empires fell on this grease spot.
’I rule the Earth’ said Antoninus ’but LAW rules the sea’
meaning, we take it, lex Rhodi, the Law Maritime
of sea lawyers.
usura and sea insurance
wherefrom no State was erected greater than Athens.
Wanting TAXES to build St Peter’s, thought Luther beneath
civil notice,
1527. Thereafter art thickened. Thereafter design went to hell,
Thereafter barocco, thereafter stone-cutting desisted.
’Hic nefas’ (narrator) ’commune sepulchrum.’
19 years on this case/first case. I have set down part of
The Evidence. Part/commune sepulchrum
Aurum est commune sepulchrum. Usura, commune sepulchrum.
helandros kai heleptolis kai helarxe.
Hic Geryon est. Hic hyperusura.
FIVE million youths without jobs
FOUR million adult illiterates
15 million ’vocational misfits’, that is with small chance for jobs
NINE million persons annual, injured in preventable industrial
accidents
One hundred thousand violent crimes. The Eunited States ov
America
3rd year of the reign of F. Roosevelt, signed F. Delano, his uncle.
CASE for the prosecution. That is one case, minor case
in the series/Eunited States of America, a.d. 1935
England a worse case, France under a foetor of regents.
’Mr Cummings wants Farley’s job’ headline in current paper.

E.P. speaking. That’s the end of Canto 46.

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#8: February 10, 1942 — “THE STAGE IN AMERICA”

Well perhaps I won’t stick to my title very closely, but to start off with, when I was in New York a while back I saw Katharine Cornell in a play, that was a bit soft, and the little sermon she gave from the stage, not quite part of the piece sounded THEN a bit sentimental.  I have no doubt that vague language is used on both sides of the present discussion.  We can’t all be stylists.

I am chasm’ the METHOD of war scares, the method used for gettin’ people worked into hysteria.  And part of it, is attackin’ one wrong, appealin’ to the soft heart and then by false dilemma offering the hearer a bit of sheer buncombe, i.e., offering him an alternative and doing a hat trick to make him think it is the ONLY alternative; false dilemma, you call that in a logic class.

Thus with the stink of Russia NO ONE with any thought in Europe or North or South America believes in the abolition of ownership of every thing.

East Europe and North America believe in the homestead, from A to Z, and from bedrock to roof tree the American people believe in the homestead.

The members of the floating population, to which the top crust has been REDUCED, are beliefless, they got no belief, they want this, that or tother, tinsel and limelight.  The young, I ain’t the first to notice it, the young WANT this, that, or tother, often they want something different over two weeks.  The stronger ones CIT it.  After they git to be fifty, a few of ’em try to see what all the fuss was about.

Lord knows j’ai roulée ma bosse.  I wanted metropolitan life, etc.  But you can’t run a whole state or nation on the predilections of a few writers and artists.  WHEN they ripen, as take the case of William Shakespeare, they git to hear of the homestead.

The WHOLE and total best of civilization, Chinese or Western, is based on the homestead.  It is not based on nomadic tribes, and destructions.

Being DISGUSTED as 98% of all decent men were with the results of usuriocracy, money lenders’ decivilization, money lenders’ RUIN of the good life in the Occident and everywhere else they could get their dirty hooks onto, a lot of us fell for ANY alternative, jumpin’ the part we didn’t look at very closely, never stoppin’ to ask: DO we believe Marx and Lenin ?  Hence PART of the red and pink beano.  When their hair begins to lose its adolescent hue, a few men begin to think of a SYSTEM, a working system, a base and BASIS for human living together.  And the answer comes out the same, a house GOOD enough for the ordinary folk to go on livin’ in from one generation to the fourth and fifth generation.  And you get relief classically in the Wanderjahre.  Run around and look at the world: the kikes and Frank Roosevelt and Hill Billy Hull and Welles are doin’ their worst to clamp down on.  DON’T want any witnesses, any free and independent witnesses, to tell what IS goin’ on elsewhere.  In the ole days it was the fatheads with privilege; or mediocre writers and architects and artists that did not WANT criticism.  [FCC transcript: Every decent idea was to go around, see the best, and then come home and do better.  That is the way the good life is built.  The so-called stifling air of the provinces et cetera was due to fear, due to shunning comparisons.  While, if every American would get up tomorrow morning and ask himself what he really wants, there would be an end to the Roosevelt hysteria.  That is to say, it would not spread like a pest throughout the American nation.] If the citizen, after having asked himself that, would then go on to the ole Rights of Man, and say how much of it can I git without doing dirt to my neighbor, the good life would approach very rapidly, more rapidly than it usually does; if we can trust to the human record.

Yes, I know what the decent English are resistin’ and what they were even ready to fight to resist.  And if they had any clear headedness, that would be dandy.  They want their cultural heritage, they think the English once had nice manners.

Well I was talkin’ to a friend of mine, and she was born with a name sacr’d to every man who cares for poetry written in English, Rossetti.  And she said, “The worst manners come from people trying to be nasty to people whom they consider inferior.  Matter of class.  And the Nazis have wiped out that feeling, and wiped out bad manners in Germany.”

The New Europe goes ON NOW doing what American democracy, in the clean sense of that word, started doin’ when it made a DECLARATION of Independence, but failed to define all the words used, or compromised on the wording, struck out Jefferson’s original sentences about abolition of slavery, and for the sake of a vote, omitted to specify that “equal” means equal in the courts of law, no man having privilege over any other, to be let off certain penalties cause he was the son of his papa, or had been to a university.

I told my rare and precious readers ten years ago that there was an ANTI snob movement in Italy.  Of course no one paid any attention to that sentence, so I repeat it.

Some things you are learning 30 years late, some things 20 and ten years.  And in others you swallow goof like Mr. Donovan, Colonel Donovan, or you merely get hooked with press lies contradicted two days or ten days later.  I have a weakness for newspaper writers, ever since a fellow named Monsier turned up in London in 1915 or some such, and later when there weren’t any new book writers, I took to my newspaper colleague, who of course allus looked down on the outsider, but a few of ’em were kindly and tolerant, regardin’ me as an amateur, who didn’t menace their pay cheque.  And I finally took to noticin’ the waves of credulity that pass over ’em.  They know that most of what they can print is all horse.  But they believe certain unprinted rumors.  Sure, we were set to invade Dakar.  Well, I don’t deny it.  Sometimes their tips are straight.  But we do almightily need a better system of communication.  We need a greater honesty ?  Naturally, and I don’t mean merely about stealing and graft.  I mean inside the individual head.  A greater resistance to these waves of hoakum.

Do you want the destruction of the people of Iceland ?  Is Finland a menace to anyone save a few kike owners of nickel mines ?  Do the Beits and Sassoons and their delegates represent the best English tradition ?

If the United States is to steal and embezzle, wouldn’t it be wiser to stick to French, English, and Dutch dependencies in the American hemisphere ?  And wouldn’t it be honester to get same by purchase, even if it meant fewer IMMEDIATE profits to the tinned meat and armament rackets ?

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#7: February 3, 1942 — “30 YEARS OR A HUNDRED”

The prospect of a 30 years war is not one to arouse mirth and hilarity even in a flighty, chicken headed and irresponsible people such as the United States of Americans.

You are in it, and Lord knows, who is a goin’ to git you out.  The late Lord Rothermere, whose culture was nothin’, as you might say, to write home about, finally decided that the English public was wholly unteachable.  I don’t know whether you can learn ANYTHING from history, I don’t know whether you are even yet in the state of mind where you want to learn any thing from history or from any other source whatsoever.

A way to get yourselves OUT, might be discoverable, it might be more discoverable if you first had the faint inkling of a curiosity as to how you got yourselves IN.

Now whether you can learn anything from the disasters of England, I do not know.  But I would about lay it down as an axiom that empires do not get knocked apart from outside until they are plum gone to rot in the middle.

The laws of right government have been known since the days of Yao and Shun, ole Chinese emperors, and from the time of Shun to King Wen was a 1000 years, and from Wen to Confucius 500.

And they say when the policies of Shun and of Wan were set together (compared), they were as the two halves of a seal, or it might be of a tally stick.

And for nigh onto 4000 years I think no one has dodged the facts of these policies.  And from the time of Confucius every dynasty in China that has lasted 300 years has been founded on the law of Confucius, a man or a group, seem’ the horse sense of government, as learned by Confucius, I mean he learned it looking at history, talking of Shun and Wan and after him whenever a great man learned it he started or upheld some sort of imperial order.

And for that reason I am distinctly unimpressed by the bombastic lies of Mr. Winston Churchill or the dirt of Mr. Anthony Eden.

And if the United States was going to have a foreign alliance, I would have preferred it to be with some other kind of a government than Eden and Churchill.  There are worse things than a biff on the jaw.  Get slugged on the jaw, you can mebbe get up and fight, but a long term of syphilis weakens the constitution.

No, the United States has, politically and economically speaking, had economic political syphilis for the past 80 years.  Ever since 1863.  And England has had economic syphilis for 240 years, so now she is a moultin’ and droppin’, Hong Kong, Singapore, Canada, and Australia.  Seems like it is tertiary.

Well, as Lord Rothermere said: they are unteachable.  I don’t know how much more they reckon to drop before they get ready for physic.  I have said on this radio before now that along about 1695 or 94 the Bank of England was put together, and in 1750 they shut down on the Pennsylvania colony money, and the system of lending paper out to the farmers.  And in 1776 the natural consequences of that dirty London policy of starvin’ and cheatin’ became, as they say, more apparent.  And a year or two later Johnnie Adams said to the British commander: They were havin’ a parley, sez John Adams.  “I don’t care what capacity I am received in, receive me in any capacity you like except that of a British subject.” So the first large scale effect of the London cheatin’, and money monopoly was the loss of the American colonies.  The Chinese have a method of countin’ cycles of 80 years.  I don’t know that there is much in it, but it seems to work sometimes.  Eighty years, from the bank to the American Revolution.  About 80 years from startin the American government to the great betrayal of 1863.  Think it over And from 63 to the present OUR rise as a state thru three or four major, but POSITIVE convulsions, like Jefferson’s revolt against Hamilton’s dirtiness, the Jackson-Van Buren war for the liberation of the American Treasury.  Lincoln’s sayin’, “gave to this people the greatest blessin’ they ever had, their own paper to pay their own debt.” And then the assassination of Lincoln.

And then another 80 years: to the END, and absolute collapse of the American system of government.

Can we revive it ?

Has the country got the guts for the climb ?  Is there, as I am sayin’ this, the faintest stirring of a desire INside the United States for any healthy new structure ?  Or are we the gadarine swine taken with collective hysteria ?  Are there ten men in America ready calmly to go back over the events of the past few years, in America and in England ?  Is there the faintest stirring of American curiosity as to how a sane government could be built up ?  Or at any rate any nucleus or group ready to go back and learn how we were built up from the beginning ?

Adams, Jefferson, and Van Buren to read and digest.  You can’t talk it over with me; because none of you can get to a radio.  You can’t print stuff like this in your papers, cause the newspapers are NOT there to inform the people.  You have got to talk to each other, you have got to write letters one to another.

The texts and the guides you have got, that is, in a way you have got ’em, sprawled out, in big sets of unhandy volumes.  Our publishers don’t print handy compendiums.  Your professors don’t analyze, that is, not very much.  I don’t know what has become of Claude Bowers.  He did a bit of digging about.  You have a half-dozen historians but not all of ’em, by any means, able to take out the facts and show how they hitch together.

I dunno how you think you are going to assist in a war by a money system which, as Jefferson already saw, “charges the public TWO dollars for every dollar spent by the government,” just automatically and independent of any particular grafting and swindling.

Thirty years war, 30 years paradise for Army contractors, may not be what you voted for.  In fact, Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt on that score is manifestly what they called him here the other day: the boy that fell down on his assignment.  And when you think, if you do think, of the BILLIONS that have been lifted by the Morgenthau treasury policy during the past nine years of peace time.  God knows.

God knows what it will be during warfare, or by the end, shall we say, thirty years ?  Well, you are now IN, and nobody in Europe can now get you out.  Inspired (shall we say) by the principle of self-determination of peoples, oppressed peoples ?  Illustratin’ it by the determination to keep Mr. Aguinaldo out of his native Manila you have chucked away our national cultural heritage.

Relatively speakin’ that heritage was the determination of our forebears to set up and maintain in the North American continent a government better than any other.

The determination to govern ourselves INternally, better than any other nation on earth.  The idea of Washington, Jefferson, Monroe, to keep out of foreign shindies.

Well, you have chucked that idea, or ideal onto the dung heap.  And you have insulted the most highly tempered people on earth.  With unspeakable vulgarity you have insulted the most finely tempered people on earth, threatenin’ ’em with starvation, threatenin’ ’em with encirclement and tellin’ ’em they were too low down to fight.

You are at war for the duration of the Tenno’s pleasure.  Nothin’ in the Western World; nothin’ in the whole of our Occident can help you to dodge that.  Nothin’ can help you dodge it.

I could go along on this line for some time, but mebbe I said enough for one evenin’.

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#2: October 26, 1941 — “BOOKS AND MUSIC”

Mr. Churchill, EVEN Mr. Churchill hasn’t had the brass to tell the American people WHY he wants ’em to die to save what.

He is fighting for the gold standard and MONOPOLY. Namely the power to starve the whole of mankind, and make it pay through the nose before it can eat the fruit of its own labor.

His gang, whether kike, gentile, or hybrid is not fit to govern. And the English OUGHT to be the only people ass enough, and brute enough to fight for him.

Now as to my personal habits, the few of you who know that I exist know that I have given most of my time to muggin’ up kulchur, that I have writ a few books, and spent my spare time trying to learn musical composition, or else playin’ tennis and floatin’ round the gulf of Tigullio, in which act I make, so far as I know, a nuisance of myself to no one whatever.

And in the mornings I write letters to and read letters from the most intelligent of my contemporaries, and Mr. Churchill and that brute Rosefield, and their kike postal spies and obstructors, kikarian and/or others annoy me by cuttin’ off my normal mental intercourse with my colleagues. But I am NOT going to starve, I am not going to starve mentally. The culture of the Occident came out of Europe and a LOT of it is still right here in Europe, and I don’t mean archeology either.

So a few weeks ago Monotti sez: ever read Pea’s Moscardino So I read it. and for the first time in your colloquitor’s life he wuz tempted to TRANSLATE a novel, and did so. Ten years ago I had seen Enrico Pea passin’ ’ along the sea front and Gino [Saviotti] sez: It’s a novelist. Having seen and known POLLON IDEN, some hundreds, or probably thousands I was not interested in its being a novelist. But the book must be good or I wouldn’t be more convinced of the fact AFTER having translated it, than I was before. Of course, my act was impractical so far as you are concerned. I haven’t the ghost of an idea how I am to get the manuscript to America or get it published. Pea has never made a cent out of the original. Well neither had Joyce nor Eliot when I started trying to git someone to print ’em.

What’s it like ? Well if Tom Hardy had been born a lot later, and lived in the hills up back of Lunigiana, which is down along the coast here, and if Hardy hadn’t writ what ole Fordie used to call that “sort of small town paper journalese,” and if a lot of other things, includin’ temperament, had been different, and so forth … that might have been something like Pea’s writin’—which I repeat is good writing—and was back in 1921 when Moscardino was printed. Moscardino is the name of the kid who is tellin’ about his granpop, a nickname, like Buck.

As soon as the barriers are down I shall be sendin’ a copy along for the enlightenment of the American public.

In the meantime, if any one wants to learn how to write Italian let ’em read the first chapter of Forastiero, or the couple of pages on the bloke who had been 20 years in jail. This is just announcin’ that Italy has a writer, and it is some time since I told anybody that ANY country on earth had a writer. Like Confucius, knocked ’round and done all sorts of jobs. Writes like a man who could make a good piece of mahogany furniture.

I sent in a hurry call from the Siena music week, but I reckon it was too late, not time to get retransmittal, but I wanted the clean and decent Americans to hear the Vivaldi Oratorio Juditha Triumphans; which makes ole pop Handel look like a cold poached egg what somebody dropped on the pavement.

Of course it’s not THAT kind of an oratorio, it is a musical whoop in two parts, to celebrate the retaking of Corfu from the Turks in 1715; and it was very timely and suitable as a bicentenary funeral wreath on red-head Vivaldi.

I got it once from the top centre, and once in a box hangin’ over the orchestry, once for the whole and once for the details.

And I think it’s O.K. brother. You’d have to hear it alternate with Johnnie Bach, say the Mathias, seven times over, at least I would, before I would think I was ready to say just HOW good it is.

There has been some good Vivaldi done for orchestra over Rome Radio, but I dunno whether it has been short-waved over to Amerika. There was some good Vivaldi done two years ago, when the Chigi organization had the sense to devote the whole of the Sienese fest to Vivaldi, but the Juditha is one up on that. Better than the Olympiade, as then presented. In fact I think it is better built up as a whole, and you don’t have to be annoyed by ginks walkin’ about and doin’ stage actin’. Well some people like their music with that distraction. When you stop shootin’ and stop pilin’ up profit for kikes by conveying their guns to the god damn English who ought to be spanked and put to bed by their nurses, you might be able to come over and HEAR IT.

That would be a saner way of passin’ the time than doublin’ your taxes and being robbed by the American treasury. God, my god, you folks are DUMB!!!

Now as to criticism of the Juditha; I affirm that Vivaldi knew more about using the human voice than Johnnie Bach ever discovered. That may sound like heresy. Waaal, you decide after you have listened to both of ’em. And I affirm that Tony Vivaldi knocks the spots off of Handel. I got no doubt on that point whatsoever. Very nice bit for viola d’amore and naturally it pleases me on account of a kink I had before I knew Vivaldi had done it. I have a high opinion of Rossini and Mozart. I.e., use of mandolin in serious orchestra. So has everyone who ain’t stark ravin’ goofy. But Mozart when he came down to Italy did NOT set the public crazy. And part of the reason was, as I conjecture, that the Italian had then had an earful of Tony Vivaldi. That is guess work. But there are things to set against Bach. In fact things Bach took hold of and rearranged; without as I think improvin’ ’em.

I had a chance to hear both together two years ago in Siena, in a good orchestral concert, one up to Casella, the way that program was built. Man named Guarnieri conductin’, been doing three years now in Siena, at this summer fest. And I would by god rather hear Guarnieri conductin’ Vivaldi than hear Toscanini conductin’ Beethoven in Salzburg. An idea which occurred to me, dunn’ the Juditha performance.

I try to tell you that Italy is carryin’ ON. La rivoluzione continua. This is the kind of thing Italians go on doing, despite that dirty mugged bleeder and betrayer of his allies, Winston babyface Churchill.

And his gangsters. Those blighters have never done one damn thing for civilization. They have rotted their country, and should not be allowed to rot anyone elses. They didn’t start the process of corruption, but they have been, everyone of ’em for it, all day and every day, and for the 24 hour period.

Di Marzio is runnin’ a paper. Vicari is runnin’ a monthly devoted to the “narrative” nothin’ but narrative or careful discussion of narrative, and how one should do it. Over in Barcelona, they are printin’ a series, Poesia en la Mano, bilingual editions of everyone from Villon to Mallarme’ and Rilke, and, I am told, your present colloquitor if they can git anyone to translate me.

EUROPE is an organic body, its life continues, its life has components and nearly every damn thing that has made your lives worth livin’ up to this moment, has had its ORIGINS right here in Europe.

Yes, we HAD some colonial architecture and 30 pages of Whitman (Walt Whitman, not Whitemann) and then Whistler, and Henry James left the country. In fact it warn’t no bed of roses fer authors and painters. Though my generation allus thought we ought to plant something or other, and try to git a new crop of somethin’ or other. The idea of the Returnin’ Native was prevalent, except possibly to Thomas S. Eliot who saw from the start that you folks weren’t episcopal enough to suit his episcopal temperament, and he somewhat looked down on my pagan and evangelical tendencies. Waaal, frankly, I allus though it would be a good thing to come back and put some sort of a college or university into shape to teach the young something. Not merely the god damn saw dust and subsitutes for learnin’ and literature they git handed. However, ca hold up the whole course of civilization. If you wanna line up with bone heads, you will line up with bone heads.

And you will go on having conductors instead of composers and European authors who have resigned.

But don’t get that Anglican attitude, of the old story, storm in the channel called by the English, the English channel—the straits between Calais and Dover—and the dirty old Times out with a headline “Continent isolated.”

Nobody here is layin’ flowers on the tomb of Columbus, not this year. But don’t go and run away with the idea that Europe is no longer here, or that books aren’t being written. I mean bein’ WRITTEN, and that we have no painters, or writers, or musicians.

I regret the personal correspondence of a small number of writers, who mostly don’t write to each other. And I would like to see what Hillaire Hiler is paintin’, and to git kumrad cumminkz’s last set of verses. Or to go on get tin’ Kitasono’s Japanese magazine. But I ain’t gittin’ weak and pindlin’ or goin’ into a pronounced and delicate melancholy fer the extinction of all human intercourse.

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