call of the west…


flarfish 25: fanfaronade picaro

he got the call of the west

he go, he went, to idaho

when he attempted to lay hands upon others — they resisted

his choler rose —

fandango fanfaronade fantoccini fantod faradism farfel fasces

the picaresque romance

so called from the fact that the picaro 

or scamp is…

laying prayer cloths  touched to the side of lambs

to prevent the fanfaronade:

Hark! to the thunder of the drums,  the title of novelist

which he attempts to disguise his cowardice

the valentón embodies all the good times

surrounding to whom this mixture of ludicrous assumption

fancywork fand fandango picaroon picayune piccadilly piccalilli…

nothing was clear to me

he laid his hands upon my shoulders

my neck paralyzed, my sight extinguished

beneath the hanging tree

“There is nothing but quotations left for us. Our language is a system of quotations.” 

― Jorge Luis Borges / The Book of Sand and Shakespeare’s Memory

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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