the malform'd limbs are tied to the surgeons table, what is removed drops horribly in a pail; the quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand..... the opium eater reclines with rigid head and just opened lips, the prostitute daggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck.....

it stroke me as awfull that the writter throws these images inbetween the normal every day stuff he was jst talking about, but i think that is kind of the point, that as horrilbe as this may sound it is every day stuff.



i bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass i love, if you want me again look for me under your boot-soles

i think that this reading is supposed to be about the earth and how it is always a part of our lives....