ABRUPTO

09:08 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS

1593 - Hotel Lautréamont

4

It was their choice, after all, that spurred us to feats of the imagination,
Now, silently as one mounts a stair we emerge into the open
and in so doing deprive time of further hostages,
To end the standoff that history long ago began.

Now, silently as one mounts a stair to emerge into the open
but it is shrouded, veiled: we must have made some ghastly error.
To end the standoff that history long ago began
Must we thrust ever onward, into perversity?

But it is shrouded, veiled: we must have made some ghastly error.
You mop your forehead with a rose, recommending its thorns.
Must we thrust ever onward, into perversity?
Only night knows for sure; the secret is safe with her.

You mop your forehead with a rose, recommending its thorns.
Research has shown that ballads were produced by all of society;
Only night knows for sure. The secret is safe with her:
the people, then, knew what they wanted and how to get it.

(John Ashbery)