WIE EIN SPEER BEI ANDERN DINGEN LAG ICH BEI DEN MEINEN

Like a spear among other things I lay among my kin.
In other words, holidayysss.
Meine Schwestern denken an mich und weben,
(this is dedicated to Boyd Cage W., mein Zukunftneffe)
—Ich allein bin fern und fortgegeben,



I alone am distant, given over to the living room: textual chauvinism over songs of forceful jubilation. Thinking through my companions, thinking of the Goncourts' journalistic semi-failures, January 1852: "Thinking of his subscribers' ball, Villedeuil had accepted a job-lot of two hundred bottles of champagne as part of the loan from his money-lender: the wine started going bad, and so it was decided to turn the ball into a private party at the office. All the Éclair's acquaintances were invited: this added up to Pouthier, an architect, a picture-dealer, a few other nondescript individuals asked along at the spur of the moment,a couple of tarts picked up in a dance-hall—and Nadar, who had just begun a series of caricatures for our review, and who took it into his head to open the ground-floor shutters and invite the passers-by in to help get rid of the champagne."

cvratores vniversitatis colvmbiae
noveboracensis collegi olim regalis
omnibvs et singvlis ad qvos praesentes litterae
pervenerint salvtem sciatis nos

nathaniel evans davis

baccalavrei in artibvs