Guilie’s Reviews > Canto General (Volume 7) > Status Update
Guilie
is on page 149 of 424
That's why I'll tell you these sorrows I'd like to put aside,
I'll oblige you to live among their burns again,
not to mark time as in a terminal, before departing,
or to beat the earth with our brows,
or to fill our hearts with salt water,
but to set forth knowing, to touch rectitude
with decisions infinitely charged with meaning,
that severity may be a condition of happiness, that
we may thus become invincible.
— Jul 25, 2018 05:43PM
I'll oblige you to live among their burns again,
not to mark time as in a terminal, before departing,
or to beat the earth with our brows,
or to fill our hearts with salt water,
but to set forth knowing, to touch rectitude
with decisions infinitely charged with meaning,
that severity may be a condition of happiness, that
we may thus become invincible.
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Guilie
is on page 160 of 424
[...] infernal plunderers,
satraps a thousand times sellouts
and sellers, egged on
by New York's wolves.
Dollar-hungry machines,
soiled in the martyred
peoples' sacrifice,
pandering merchants
of American bread and air,
slimy executioners, herd
of whoremongering caciques
with no law other than torture
and the people's gnawing hunger.
— Jul 25, 2018 05:48PM
satraps a thousand times sellouts
and sellers, egged on
by New York's wolves.
Dollar-hungry machines,
soiled in the martyred
peoples' sacrifice,
pandering merchants
of American bread and air,
slimy executioners, herd
of whoremongering caciques
with no law other than torture
and the people's gnawing hunger.
Guilie
is on page 154 of 424
The gloved jackal, a patient
sacristy bat,
gathers ash and torment
in his silk hat
and plunges his fingernails
into the equatorial rivers' blood.
— Jul 25, 2018 05:45PM
sacristy bat,
gathers ash and torment
in his silk hat
and plunges his fingernails
into the equatorial rivers' blood.
Guilie
is on page 135 of 424
[...] indoors among the chickens,
among tatters, in the stench
of scorching poverty.
— Jun 27, 2018 06:25PM
among tatters, in the stench
of scorching poverty.
Guilie
is on page 118 of 424
They're coming, /
fragrant little America, /
to nail you to the cross, to flay you, /
to strike the metal of your flag.
— Jun 13, 2018 06:05PM
fragrant little America, /
to nail you to the cross, to flay you, /
to strike the metal of your flag.
