Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class in writing, clothed & dry & light, unlimited time, till Poetry takes some, nobody reads them though, no trumpets, no solemn instauration, no change; no commissions, ladies high in soulful praise (pal) none, costumes as usual, turtleneck sweaters, loafers, in & among the busy Many who brays art is if anything fun. I say the subject was given as of old, prescribed the technical treatment, tests really tests were set by the masters & graded. I say the paralyzed fear lest one's not one is back with us forever, worsts & bests spring for the public, faded.
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