mina_loy epitome of incomprehensibility E_o_i's new poetical discovery. "We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spill't on promiscuous lips We might have given birth to a butterfly With the daily-news Printed in blood on its wings" From Songs to Joannes, published 1917 (Erratic, euphonic, erotic, ironic? Modernist. Oh, no, not modernist. I don't like those "ist" words. They don't sound nice. I don't see why "ist" isn't an expression of disgust rather than "ick".) 080403 what's it to you? who go blather from