Stinking lowlife where I belong, in my teutonic power-I am too strictly sex

Stinking lowlife where I belong, in my teutonic power-I am too strictly sex

Marcel vile carcass-I love you like hell Marcel

STREET HAUNTING WITH/AS THE BARONESS, c. 1919 NEW YORK 132 Another tired and tiring day of body selling art disgust. I am precariously situated-this rim of terri?c desolation in this city of America, with its unshackeledness by past! I am nervesick! Skimming the fouled streets of Greenwich Village in blacknight the stench of uncollected garbage newly cut wood steamy stinking tar ?lls the air-New York-?lled with in?uenza rot-expands with Europe desolately warruined.133 The sky is still above, breathing heaving Washington Square. The city bounces-horizontals and verticals-vertiginously. Fresh raw ef?uence of New York, I linger around the Brevoort-that booze and coffee?lled cellar where ideas spring from nothing.134 Breathing fetid air I whiff boozy bourbon emanating from the Brevoort’s riotously noisy basement room behind a window opened-a crack (the arshole of art-commerce, American-style-everything anything sold here for cash). Marcel’s whinny laugh emanates and I descend into this drink-drunk pit. Continuer la lecture de « Stinking lowlife where I belong, in my teutonic power-I am too strictly sex »

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