Now, the oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel called upon to ask did it ever occur to you, qua you, prior to this, by a stretch of your iberborealic imagination, when it's quicker than this quack- ing that you might, bar accidens, … [Read more...]

  — I ahear of a hopper behidin the door slappin his feet in a pool of bran. — Bellax, acting like a bellax. And so the triptych vision passes. Out of a hillside into a hillside. Fairshee fading. Again am I deliciated by the … [Read more...]

— I feel a fine lady . . . floating on a stillstream of isisglass . . . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white arms to the twinklers . . . O la la! — Purely, in a pure manner. O, sey but swift and still a vain essaying! Trothed today, … [Read more...]

  — I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook . . . who is carrying on his brainpan . . . a cathedral of lovejelly for his . . . Tiens, how he is like somebodies! — Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress isoles my ear? I horizont … [Read more...]

— Quadrigue my yoke.     Triple my tryst.     Tandem my sire. — History as her is harped. Too the toone your owldfrow lied of. Tantris, hattrick, tryst and parting, by vowelglide! I feel your thrilljoy mouths overtspeaking, O dragoman, … [Read more...]