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The Comic View

The comic is Dissonance viewed from the Imperturbable. Life is a contretemps. Life is a rencounter between I Would and […]

BY BENJAMIN DE CASSERES To see, one must close the eyes. This is the paradox of insight—a seeing into. The

WHY is there laughter in an existence that none of us laughs at? Why is there mirth in a world

Dedicated to Eduard J. Steichen WE never come into contact with things, but only with their images. We never know

Upreared in the night, pallid-gray ’gainst the moon, towers she they call Astoreth, goddess of flesh and of worms, older

The wafir of Time I have bitten—sweet it was not. Each tapir of thought stood at flare in my soul—and

I reject Love— Love and its sibillant, low-murmured lies, sweet sting of fair bodies, old meat of old Death. The

Night and the Sea and the depths of Despair! The gulfs of Time, the moaning of wastrel souls, the ullulation

My soul fell asleep, asleep in a great city, among the leering faces of her millions; The iron hoofs of