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Dilemma is: who’s first to witness there
For the other’s side?“ – he wisely sighed. – „Wild
Is the sight in games of doubling mind; – dim
Is the truth of darker dream for unforeseen…
What have you done to my thought blind? Me-seem,
It’s getting to absorb…» – «The vanity?» —
Good joke! «twas a ghost’s singing. (Clarity,
Oh, clarity! Fool is your reality!)
…«Exotic dispute we are bringing thus; —
Yes, «tmakes me wonder – clever words of yours: —
To do that th’ «Carny’s eidos»[61 - «Eidos» – «idea» (in old Greek).] will be just,
(What should be the War’s Funeral, repose,)
To do so we should humanize the pride
In fool, the foe’s pride, but in the name of…» —
«All the good, you’re right. Is there any doubt?» —
He asked critically. – «A doubt… Is any
There as such, socratically, the thing «bout,
Like that thought, like that of… Mister Hitler,
Gorgeously who could be seen a figure
Of World Pacifism, main antifascist,
Consciously who bury all-war passions,
Full of anti-dominativism, love?» —
…«In Haides we, the ghosts, heard from above
Once there came to us titanic melos
And voice of hippyistic hooligan
Sang: – «Twenty first century schitzoid man.»[62 - All you must have known that very popular rock-song from the end of 60’s, played by King Crimson the band, with P.Sinfield’s lyric.]
I felt he’s rather teasing me. – «No, please,
Tell seriously. I know, it’s a fun
For you to make the earthly jokes on me
Full of the crying logic for so done,
But…“ – „What higher-strophically been mentioned,
All should be. No aught of different we
Pointed here than that… he’s «a fool», agree?» —
«A fool a being free… Mad thought’s dimension…
Lucky we, that whole our Great Carny
Not by the only fools there filled will be!» —
«Exactly! How wise to see: more foe’s he
Like – more fool he’s carnyshly.“ – „Already,
What the images here comes to me! To be
For not to be – strange there Lenin, Stalin,
Utopically all-surprising… The key,
However… Key! to notions were rising —
What’s that meaning? Such the «humanizing»,
We’ve discussed, what really do in practice?» —
Him I asked. – «The grave.» – He shortly answered.
(Oh, Man’s thought – Th’Imaginary’s dancer!)
«No need of the reasking glance. You’ve got:
The Carny’s purport is to bury «known-what»;
That’s how «the grave». Do you remember not
What was the dispute start?”… And then I’ve heard
Again that «of the tomb» inside my mind,
(«Should be there tomb?»[63 - See the line 8—9.]…) and once again of that
What «sad way off» could be the joyous laugh.
«However, I find now it’s enough
Of talking for tonight; we’ll do next time.» —
«Where’re you going?» – Me-seen, he moved back.
«Wine ist too earthly luck. Before the dark,
I’m going to have cicuta[64 - The poison of water hemlock (Cicuta Verosa) was the favorite type of the human-killing poisons before the era of modern cyanide (potassium cyanide) was started. As you all well know, Socratus was cruelly served with it in his prison…] now —
The drink all-philosophiest! Your wow!» —
No! He lifted up his nowhere-from cup,
And, smiling sage, he «hadlle»[65 - This word «haddle» simply came out as a product of mixing apostrophic spelling between the words: «had-it-all» = «haddle». Not that I mentioned a figure of ghost could ever be as like that vulgarly person from commonhood, who after the certain «cup of safety & relaxation», in the certain moment and in the certain manner, would have cry: – «Oh! It’s just a haddle-waddle!»; – whether, me-think, this new-made word quite ironically points the character of action and the used jester closely to alive context of here-described situation within the poem.] in one gulp,
And, like that in the strange cartoon, turned green,
Turned blue then, and so soon all-disappeared.

All, so spontaneously!… No, I wasn’t feared
Neither I was satisfied; timelessly,
Seem, a last question of the Theme we’ve tried,
Was keeping alchemize my loaded mind,
And the effect was felt like limbo thought
Grotesquely-dissolved in mount of sights
Of all subsequently awaken fancies.
It was all coming up from stranger words
Made wilder dancing of the scene-to-world.
The Provocation how fast was rising
From the back-imagined talk. …That “’bout tomb»,
That “’bout dead», that “’bout doom and light»; —
As if these Two, sane-eyed, sat there, side to side,
At their philosophic table of the Time,
Whilst all around, full of common cries
From yet tonight, the witnesses of our insight,
Beings too-voluntarous, rose to unite
And all got closer, and acted there blind,
And some were just to fight then. All images,
All characters to find… Dude Fonomore,
With others, fans of End, Satirehood, and…
Madder-looking creature broke the hand, then,
Of the Dead Wall’s Clock, and picture changed all.
And all, so suddenly, went to behold:
Oh, that was news unique! that opened wide,
That newly-viewed field there was; – that hugely…
Laid all o’er there… corpse. Bigger than house.
Much bigger than the airplane or gardens
Some, – the Corpse of War, dread on the sun.
And ’twas all full of moving…! life, not life, —
What could I call it like? The crawls, all sounds,
Those all expressions, parasitic mess,
All from inside came out; – ants not ants,
Not so the worms, but looked like flags and guns,
In tones and tints, materialized moods
Of things in shape, in shade, dead sentiments.