Notes on the voluptuound

¹ What the world needs now. It is sweet, too, and if you doubt me, lean down and scoop it up.

² This is either a) a thing like foot-candles or b) the opposite of hand-peanuts. Look up foot-candles. Furthermore the answer cannot be b) if there are such things as c) chin-peanuts and d) boobie-peanuts. The e) jury or f) committee is still out on whether there really are such things as c) and d)

³ A noton's not a proton, Croton, less'n it's whatcha dote on.

⁴ Non-Euclidean star-loops lead us ever toward a cooling and there is neither enough silence nor science: shut up and look, dumm-o!

⁵ I know how this sounds: "Hont yr rump," indeed. Sometimes on the train my firehead against the bullet glass, I cool from the thundings of herherherher passing. Up. Pleiades 'gainst my nose tip-tee, they wheel, and I go home.

⁶ Native American secret, huh??

⁷ Whatchoo doin' in there, stupa? My soggy fleener vies with the angle of the light on a rock in the north of the world of the sky.

⁸ Say! I know what the core of the apple rots to, and the cosine of the most reticent Keebler elf, whose name is Chet.

⁹ ... ta tee tee ta.

¹⁰ All those nameless tools, the dusty ones that I pick up and use for purposes for which they were never intended, I call "thubs". It just seems to fit, somehow. Therefore "thubble's", which bears the added mystery of the possessive, is really unclear to me. Sorry.

¹¹ Finnegans Wake II.

¹² The obvious joke. Chortle. It's been a long time since I was under and could name the things. Like that.

¹³ Jazz great Charlie "Peanuts" Mone was assisted in his jewelry death by a parcel of Grape Boobie. Who sent it and why, we may never know.

¹⁴ Don't ask, we have had several ovoid visitors knock us down from our fruit slice heavens lately.

¹⁵ Reminds me of someone I am not allowed to mention on pain of peeling, of peeking round and seeing a ghoul skyscraper follow like an insistent crystal in the Chinese sky. That's not what it is.

¹⁶ Yessssss. Indeed. Some people are not as uncomplicated as the sifts of smelly things we find stuck to our toes, after walking on the beach at night!

¹⁷ The legend of the "Han Emeral" is such that it cannot be told except by one deaf-mute to another, in sign-language, by arc-light, in a Kentucky cavern of ill-repute. Remember this when you are told that it can be found on the backs of cans of hominy or hearts of palm, written in a fiery script. It just ain't true.

¹⁸ Tious not on ... ch--ch fathers beholden ...by cracky I am still walking those crack-y walks at night. Who is? there are feet before you, there are f**ks behind. Between that's nothing but hamburger buns, I don't connect cones, I let them meet tip-to-tip, base-to-base or base-to-tip if I am feeling naughty.

¹⁹ Igniis osseum. See note.

²⁰ There is a wand that does not work. There is a Hortense Calisher-mobile. Well isn't there?

²¹ "Unx bandage al ichthis!) beaking" refers back to itself. The "bandage" part you may understand as a reference to Chixculub 'extinction' event (note the prevalence of 'x' marks back there), or perhaps to a boring basketball game, though what is the difference?

²² No comment. Wish I had one "down there."

²³ Nothing could be more haunting. You (or really anyone) can stand on a hill in a light breeze and look over them and think about all the things they might mean for you, one day. I did this, and look at me.

²⁴ Really a reprise of the night boxes, and a close on a minor note, T.