New Year Manifesto

with Layeh Bock

Comrades, Students of all Nations! Where have you been keeping yourselves? Come out from behind those polyglotal desks, Out from the stews of peas porridge cold. Vault into the fire of eternal day! Comrades. Stomp out the whores of domestic prig. Shout out from your crystal magaphonics. The hours are groping for rosebuds; The days are grovelling for power. Comrades, the Peace of the Ocean crumbles! Throw aside your literary distentions. The tentacles of Time are cracking through The peanut-shell chronologies of pedant woe. The testicles of Solitude are shrinking On the briny shores of spindthrift dream.

31 December 1976