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this machine has recombined phrases from D.H. Lawrence's The Plumed Serpent:
There was silence, then the low hum of voices and the sound of laughter.
There was silence, then the low hum of voices and the sound of laughter.
Repellent the strange heaviness, the sinking of the spirit into the earth, like dark water. Some, too shy to come right up, lingered on the nearest benches of the plaza. And when they could not breathe fire of the sun, they said: The sun is angry. A panic fear, a senseof devilment and horror thick in the night air. The man on the hill said: I am Quetzalcoatl, who breathed moisture on your dry mouths.
The Indians had come in from all the villages, and from far across the lake. The man at the drum lifted up his voice in a wild, blind song. The man on the hill said: I am Quetzalcoatl, who breathed moisture on your dry mouths.
Bone triumphs in me, my heart is a dry gourd.
And Kate turned to the darkness of the lake.
But she heard the answer away back in her soul, like a far-off mocking-bird at night.
She did not know the face of the man whose fingers she held.
It was Saturday, and Sunday morning was market. It is I, the star, midway between the darkness and the rolling of the sun.
The clutching throb of gratification as the knife strikes in and the blood spurts out!
It was like a darkly glowing, vivid nucleus of new life.
When blue morning came they would cheer up.
The whole village was in that state of curious, reptile apprehension which comes over dark people.
Beside him stood another man holding a banner that hung from a light rod. Kate could see nothing for the mass of men in big hats. It was she who lifted the motionless hand of the man in her own, shyly, with a sudden shy snatching. They were the irrepressible boot-blacks, who swarm like tiresome flies in a barefooted country.
But the police in most countries are never present save where there is no trouble.
And perhaps it is this ponderous repudiation of the modern spirit which makes Mexico what it is.
2 Comments:
when i ask you, will this god-machine be let loose on a tupac album?
i implore you. say, yes.
7:31 PM
i wish i had one of those spambot programs, just to makes stuff like this. i wonder where you get them.
9:06 PM
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