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ASSERT RUSSIA RISING

For I'm dancin' with tears in my eyes

'Cause the girl in my arms isn't you

600 PUT TO DEATH AT ONCE IN CANTON

SEE BOOM YEAR AHEAD

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THE CAMERA EYE (49)

walking from Plymouth to North Plymouth through

the raw air of Massachusetts Bay at each step a smal cold squudge through the sole of one shoe

looking out past the grey framehouses under the

robinsegg April sky across the white dories anchored in the bottleclear shal ows across the yel ow sandbars and the slaty bay ruffling to blue to the eastward this is where the immigrants landed the roundheads

the sackers of castles the kingkil ers haters of oppression this is where they stood in a cluster after landing from the crowded ship that stank of bilge on the beach that belonged to no one between the ocean that belonged

to no one and the enormous forest that belonged to no one that stretched over the hil s where the deertracks were up the green riverval eys where the redskins grew their tal corn in patches forever into the incredible west for threehundred years the immigrants toiled into the west

and now today

-435-walking from Plymouth to North Plymouth sud-denly round a bend in the road beyond a little pond and yel owtwigged wil ows hazy with green you see the Cordage huge sheds and buildings companyhouses al

the same size al grimed the same color a great square chimney long roofs sharp ranked squares and oblongs cut-ting off the sea the Plymouth Cordage this is where another immigrant worked hater of oppression who wanted a world unfenced when they fired him from

the cordage he peddled fish the immigrants in the

dark framehouses knew him bought his fish listened to his talk fol owing his cart around from door to door you ask them What was he like? why are they scared to talk of Bart scared because they knew him scared eyes narrowing black with fright? a barber the man in the little grocerystore the woman he boarded with in

scared voices they ask Why won't they believe? We knew him We seen him every day Why won't they believe that day we buy the eels?

only the boy isn't scared

pencil scrawls in my notebook the scraps of recol ec-tion the broken halfphrases the effort to intersect word with word to dovetail clause with clause to rebuild out of mangled memories unshakably (Oh Pontius Pilate) the truth

the boy walks shyly browneyed beside me to the sta-tion talks about how Bart helped him with his homework

-436-wants to get ahead why should it hurt him to have known Bart? wants to go to Boston University we

shake hands don't let them scare you

accustomed the smokingcar accustomed the jum-ble of faces rumble cozily homelike towards Boston through the gathering dark how can I make them feel how our fathers our uncles haters of oppression came to this coast how say Don't let them scare you how make them feel who are your oppressors America

rebuild the ruined words worn slimy in the mouths

of lawyers districtattorneys col egepresidents judges without the old words the immigrants haters of oppression brought to Plymouth how can you know who are your betrayers America

or that this fishpeddler you have in Charlestown Jail is one of your founders Massachusetts?

NEWSREEL LXV

STORM TIES UP SUBWAY; FLOODS AND LIGHTNING

DARKEN CITY

Love oh love oh careless love

Like a thief comes in the night

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Bring me a pillow for my poor head

A hammer for to knock cut my brains

For the whiskey has ruined this body of mine

And the red lights have un me insane

FAITH PLACED IN RUBBER BOATS

But I'l love my baby til the sea runs dry

This Great New Searchlight Sunburns You Two Miles

Away

Till the rocks all dissolve by the sun

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