He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. <br />More Sparine for Pelides, <br />human (half) & down here as he is, <br />with probably insulting mail to open <br />and certainly unworthy words to hear <br />and his unforgiving memory. <br /> <br />—I seldom go to films. They are too exciting, <br />said the Honourable Possum. <br />—It takes me so long to read the 'paper, <br />said to me one day a novelist hot as a firecracker, <br />because I have to identify myself with everyone in it, <br />including the corpses, pal.' <br /> <br />Kierkegaard wanted a society, to refuse to read 'papers, <br />and that was not, friends, his worst idea. <br />Tiny Hardy, toward the end, refused to say anything, <br />a programme adopted early on by long Housman, <br />and Gottfried Benn <br />said:—We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-53-he-lay-in-the-middle-of-the-world/
