Harry Crosby
PHARMACIE DU SOLEIL
calcium iron hydrogen sodium nickel
magnesium cobalt silicon aluminium
titanium chromium strontium manganese
vanadium barium carbon scandium yttrium
zirconium molybdenum lanthanum niobium
palladium neodymium copper zinc cadmium
cerium glucinum germanium rhodium silver
tin lead erbium potassium iridium
tantalum osmium thorium platinum tungsten
ruthenium uranium.
HORSE RACE
Heliopolis Park Chart
(By The Associated Press)
Thursday January Seventeenth Seventh Day
Weather Clear Track Fast
Fourth Race The Sunfire Stakes
One Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Gold Cup
All Ages a Mile and a Furlong
1 Mad Queen
2 Infuriate
3 Firecracker
4 Rackarock
Also Ran: Agitator Inebriate Detonator Loop the Loop Red Flag Cannoncracker The Lunatic Infuriate Incendiary Hurricane Feu d’Artifice Thundercrash Folâstre Wild Party Turmoil Typhoon The Suicide Whirlwind Storm Cloud The Anarchist Nymphomaniac.
Scratched: Safety First Sobriety Keep off the grass. Dolly Doldrums Equanimity Law Enforcement. Senility The Sentimentalist Wet Blanket. The Eunuch Watch Your Step Weak Sister.
Start Good Won Driving Place Same. Winner by Sunstroke out of Storm Queen. Jockey H. H. Maniak Trainer Eugene Winner. Owner Lord Sun. Time 0.21.4, 0.22, 0.22.2, 0.24.
Up To Win In Last Stride
Mad Queen on the outside worked up fast and closing gamely was up to win in the last stride. Infuriate was pinched back on the turn but came again and finished fast. Firecracker was in close quarters all the way. Rackarock ran a good race. Nymphomaniac was last.
Aeronautics
A procession to the hill of Montmartre (where
stand the famous windmills) in the midst of which is
a large Balloon, mounted on wheels and drawn by two donkeys. Behind comes a monkey standing on its hind legs, in clerical garb, and a donkey both of them with trousers on, and looking happy. At the back is the personification of Fire on a cloud, holding a scroll in her hand on which are depicted two Balloons. The Balloon is in mid-air and is encircled by monkeys and donkeys waiting for the Ascent. A blind Man leaves the scene saying, I can see nothing. The Balloon is rising from the platform in front of which is an enormous crowd of spectators. The Balloon has ascended into the atmosphere. The Balloon moves off in a horizontal direction. The Balloon has disappeared into space. An Explosion is heard. The Balloon has Exploded. The Balloon is on the ground and Peasants are attacking it with pitchforks. Landscape with cottage and hay barn and old white timber inn with thatched roof, men seated drinking, to left a farm-girl feeding pigs, waggoner with his horses at watertrough. The inn stands on the banks of the river behind spreading trees. A cow is drinking. The Virgin seated by the Tree. The Virgin with the Rabbits. Saint George with the Dragon. The Circumcision in the Stable. The Betrothal of the Virgin. The Wondrous Hog. The Brood Mares. The white buildings of the mill are seen on the further bank of the river. In foreground to right two women washing clothes. In centre soldiers firing. To left spectators with the American Flag above in various attitudes of alarm. A vixen sits on the ledge of the bank and looks toward five cubs, a sixth cub peers out of a hole in the bank. Enter the Blind Man. Enter an Aardvark. Enter Alice in Wonderland on roller skates. She is followed by the Three Fates. Enter a man with a knife left hand raised to his face (female figure partly nude floating in the air beside him). He is followed by a young woman plucking a fowl. Her hair is in curls she has pearls round her neck and she is wearing an ermine cloak with jewels. Enter a young peasant girl carrying basket rejecting the advances of a young man in uniform (female figure partly nude floating in air beside him). Enter mother and child (the child has pyelitis). Enter Elsa de Brabant. Enter an Augur observing Birds. Enter a Flying Fox. Enter a Red Swan. Enter a Stork. Enter a Pelican. Enter a Black Hawk. Enter Santa Claus with a portion of caviar. Enter Tilden. Enter Walter Hagen in a knitgrip knicker (no buckles to buckle). Enter Gérard de Nerval with a lobster on a leash. Enter the Tenth Plague of Egypt. Enter the Madonna of the Sleeping Cars. Enter the Madonna of the Abortions. Enter Anna Livia Plurabelle. Enter La Mère Gérard. Enter La Vieille aux Loques. Enter La Marchande de Moutarde. Enter the Red Dress. Enter two girls one combing her hair. Oh! Why I — I don’t know about loving him very much. Enter Daniel Webster. Thank God! I — I also am an American. Enter Christ and the Woman of Samaria. Enter the Man in the Moon. Enter Champagne Charley. Enter the Monkey in clerical garb (female figure partly nude floating in the air beside him) fur cap coat with fur cuffs reading aloud a book of common prayer. Come Holy Ghost our souls inspire. Lightning flashing in the background. Enter old red man with red helmet on his head. Enter old bearded man in a high fur cap with closed eyes. Enter an Animal of No Importance. Enter a Virgin making much of time. Enter Renoir (female figure partly nude floating in the air beside him). If women had no breasts I would have not painted them. Enter H. D. wrapped in a palimpsest. Enter a well-dressed man in every-day attire arm in arm with a Follies Girl in a modish three-color one-piece club-striped combination travelo swim-suit. I’ve simply nothing to wear. Enter Prufrock in a Rock Fleece Overcoat. Enter Miss Everis. I am five months pregnant. The other day I felt a pain in my abdomen. Enter Steve Donoghue. Enter Kefalin winner of the Grand Prix. Enter an Onanist. Enter a Masochist. Enter a Dumb Blonde. Enter Europe’s Greatest Lover. Enter Antony and Cleopatra. Enter the Harvard Track Team. Enter Standard Oil Bearer right hand holding gloves left grasping staff of standard, so safe so sure so easy to handle. Enter Porphyria’s Lover. Enter Mr. and Mrs. Lingam with an attendant behind. Enter a Jury of Annoyance. Enter Sportsman holding up a hare in his right hand. Enter a Feudal Ladye amorous to be known. Enter a Knight-Errant. Enter President Hoover (halitoxic). Enter Nicolas Alfan de Ribera Marquis de Villanueva de las Torres de Dugnes d’Alcala Grands d’Espagne. Enter Lindberg with a Lion-Tamer. Enter the Pancake-Woman reading aloud What Every Girl Should Know. Enter Joseph telling his Dreams. Enter Blasus de Manfre, the Waterspouter. Enter Roman Youth Swallowing Stones (burst of applause from a London Whore who appears standing between a lion and a unicorn). Enter a Dragon Belching Fire. Enter an Ignorant Physician. Enter a Fair Lady in Revolt. Enter Mr. Guy Holt with a flair for civilized fiction. Enter a Magician. Enter a Fawn dressed up as a Girl. Enter Queens in Hyacinth. Enter Jamaica God of Rum. Enter a Submarine Captain holding a jar (black idol) in both hands. Enter the Donkey Ambassador holding a lemon in both hands (very rare in this undivided state). Enter a Pederast holding a lipstick in both hands. Enter John Paul Jones supported by an officer of the law white cravat hat and sword in right hand. Enter a Jazz-Band playing I’m the cream in your coffee. Enter Marie Antoinette powdered hair lace silk combination pyjamas. Enter an Incendiary. Enter Miss Atlantic Monthly Brekete ex Kotex Kotex pursued by the Earl of Fitzdotterel’s Eldest Son. I reflect with pleasure on the success with which the British undertakers have prospered this last summer. Enter a second Jazz-Band playing the Empty Bed Blues. Enter the Ghost of Hamlet. Enter a Temple Boy. Enter Alpha and Omega. Enter the Soul killed by the Explosion. Enter Rimbaud. Enter Van Gogh. Enter Amon Ra. Enter the Star of the East. Enter the Stars. Enter the Queen of Peking. Enter the Youngest Princess. Enter the Moon. Enter Death stabbed in the Back. There is a Circle in the Centre. Enter the Fire Princess. Enter the Grey Princess. Enter the Cramoisy Queen. Enter the Mad Queen. Enter the SUN.
The Blind Man leaves the scene saying, I can see nothing.
CAT
I am a lean Siamese cat who insists upon sleeping under our bed in order to watch the mouse-holes so I am not as astonished as you are when I wake up next morning to find myself under our bed.
YOUR EYES
ARE YOUR REAL EYES
I see the gold coins of me scattered along the road to the sun. I see myself a decade ago a year ago a month ago a day ago in various fixed scenes like a photograph in an album like a portrait in a gallery but the nicest part about this dream is that in every photograph in every portrait your face looks out from the upper right-hand corner of the picture as if you were the artist who had painted the portrait with the desire to appear in it yourself. The strange thing is that your eyes are your real eyes as in those old paintings made with holes for the eyes behind which people could conceal themselves and look out unseen on what was happening around them.
WHITE ERMINE
I am being warned of a danger but the female kangaroo who is looking earnestly into space will not tell me nor will the passengers on the omnibus who are counting their small cubes of silver tell me nor will the dunce standing in the corner of the Ritz Bar tell me nor will Mr. Tunney nor will the Italian girl with the Irish name nor will the notary public nor will my friend the chief of forty thieves tell me nor even the puffed-up interpreter who squanders understanding between two countries, so I am entirely unprepared to meet the danger which I seek to evade by the stubborn adherence to an object of phallic reverence which I am able to extract from the glands of the wingèd insect which you always wear as a clasp for your coat of white ermine.
THE END OF EUROPE
The shattered hull of a rowboat stuck in the sand a fire of driftwood a bottle of black wine black beetles the weird cry of sea-gulls lost in the heavy fog the sound of the tide creeping in over the wet sands the tomb-stone in the eel-grass behind the dunes.
COLLISION
The accidental collision of motes in the sun is symbolic of the accidental collision of thoughts in the brain — there is perhaps an orchestral magnificence in these collisions — he who has ears to hear let him hear.
THE NEW WORD
The New Word is the serpent who has sloughed off his old vocabulary.
The New Word is the stag who has rid himself of the old wood of his antlers.
The New Word is the clean piercing of a Sword through the rotten carcass of the Dictionary, the Dwarf standing on the shoulders of the Giant (Dictionary) who sees further into the Future than the giant himself, the Panther in the Jungle of Dictionary who pounces upon and devours all timid and facile words, the New Word is a Diamond Wind blowing out the Cobwebs of the Past.
The New Word is a direct simulant upon the senses, a freshness of vision, an inner sensation, the egg from which other words shall be produced, a herald of revolt, the new tree thrusting above the dreary court-yard of No Change, a jewel upon the breast of Time, the Eve that stands naked before us, the challenge flung in the face of an unadventurous public, the reward of the discoverer, the companion of the prophet, the simplicity of the unexpected, the girder bridge towards a splendid future, the tremendous concentration and internal strength of a Joyce, the defiance of laws.
calcium iron hydrogen sodium nickel
magnesium cobalt silicon aluminium
titanium chromium strontium manganese
vanadium barium carbon scandium yttrium
zirconium molybdenum lanthanum niobium
palladium neodymium copper zinc cadmium
cerium glucinum germanium rhodium silver
tin lead erbium potassium iridium
tantalum osmium thorium platinum tungsten
ruthenium uranium.
HORSE RACE
Heliopolis Park Chart
(By The Associated Press)
Thursday January Seventeenth Seventh Day
Weather Clear Track Fast
Fourth Race The Sunfire Stakes
One Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Gold Cup
All Ages a Mile and a Furlong
1 Mad Queen
2 Infuriate
3 Firecracker
4 Rackarock
Also Ran: Agitator Inebriate Detonator Loop the Loop Red Flag Cannoncracker The Lunatic Infuriate Incendiary Hurricane Feu d’Artifice Thundercrash Folâstre Wild Party Turmoil Typhoon The Suicide Whirlwind Storm Cloud The Anarchist Nymphomaniac.
Scratched: Safety First Sobriety Keep off the grass. Dolly Doldrums Equanimity Law Enforcement. Senility The Sentimentalist Wet Blanket. The Eunuch Watch Your Step Weak Sister.
Start Good Won Driving Place Same. Winner by Sunstroke out of Storm Queen. Jockey H. H. Maniak Trainer Eugene Winner. Owner Lord Sun. Time 0.21.4, 0.22, 0.22.2, 0.24.
Up To Win In Last Stride
Mad Queen on the outside worked up fast and closing gamely was up to win in the last stride. Infuriate was pinched back on the turn but came again and finished fast. Firecracker was in close quarters all the way. Rackarock ran a good race. Nymphomaniac was last.
Aeronautics
A procession to the hill of Montmartre (where
stand the famous windmills) in the midst of which is
a large Balloon, mounted on wheels and drawn by two donkeys. Behind comes a monkey standing on its hind legs, in clerical garb, and a donkey both of them with trousers on, and looking happy. At the back is the personification of Fire on a cloud, holding a scroll in her hand on which are depicted two Balloons. The Balloon is in mid-air and is encircled by monkeys and donkeys waiting for the Ascent. A blind Man leaves the scene saying, I can see nothing. The Balloon is rising from the platform in front of which is an enormous crowd of spectators. The Balloon has ascended into the atmosphere. The Balloon moves off in a horizontal direction. The Balloon has disappeared into space. An Explosion is heard. The Balloon has Exploded. The Balloon is on the ground and Peasants are attacking it with pitchforks. Landscape with cottage and hay barn and old white timber inn with thatched roof, men seated drinking, to left a farm-girl feeding pigs, waggoner with his horses at watertrough. The inn stands on the banks of the river behind spreading trees. A cow is drinking. The Virgin seated by the Tree. The Virgin with the Rabbits. Saint George with the Dragon. The Circumcision in the Stable. The Betrothal of the Virgin. The Wondrous Hog. The Brood Mares. The white buildings of the mill are seen on the further bank of the river. In foreground to right two women washing clothes. In centre soldiers firing. To left spectators with the American Flag above in various attitudes of alarm. A vixen sits on the ledge of the bank and looks toward five cubs, a sixth cub peers out of a hole in the bank. Enter the Blind Man. Enter an Aardvark. Enter Alice in Wonderland on roller skates. She is followed by the Three Fates. Enter a man with a knife left hand raised to his face (female figure partly nude floating in the air beside him). He is followed by a young woman plucking a fowl. Her hair is in curls she has pearls round her neck and she is wearing an ermine cloak with jewels. Enter a young peasant girl carrying basket rejecting the advances of a young man in uniform (female figure partly nude floating in air beside him). Enter mother and child (the child has pyelitis). Enter Elsa de Brabant. Enter an Augur observing Birds. Enter a Flying Fox. Enter a Red Swan. Enter a Stork. Enter a Pelican. Enter a Black Hawk. Enter Santa Claus with a portion of caviar. Enter Tilden. Enter Walter Hagen in a knitgrip knicker (no buckles to buckle). Enter Gérard de Nerval with a lobster on a leash. Enter the Tenth Plague of Egypt. Enter the Madonna of the Sleeping Cars. Enter the Madonna of the Abortions. Enter Anna Livia Plurabelle. Enter La Mère Gérard. Enter La Vieille aux Loques. Enter La Marchande de Moutarde. Enter the Red Dress. Enter two girls one combing her hair. Oh! Why I — I don’t know about loving him very much. Enter Daniel Webster. Thank God! I — I also am an American. Enter Christ and the Woman of Samaria. Enter the Man in the Moon. Enter Champagne Charley. Enter the Monkey in clerical garb (female figure partly nude floating in the air beside him) fur cap coat with fur cuffs reading aloud a book of common prayer. Come Holy Ghost our souls inspire. Lightning flashing in the background. Enter old red man with red helmet on his head. Enter old bearded man in a high fur cap with closed eyes. Enter an Animal of No Importance. Enter a Virgin making much of time. Enter Renoir (female figure partly nude floating in the air beside him). If women had no breasts I would have not painted them. Enter H. D. wrapped in a palimpsest. Enter a well-dressed man in every-day attire arm in arm with a Follies Girl in a modish three-color one-piece club-striped combination travelo swim-suit. I’ve simply nothing to wear. Enter Prufrock in a Rock Fleece Overcoat. Enter Miss Everis. I am five months pregnant. The other day I felt a pain in my abdomen. Enter Steve Donoghue. Enter Kefalin winner of the Grand Prix. Enter an Onanist. Enter a Masochist. Enter a Dumb Blonde. Enter Europe’s Greatest Lover. Enter Antony and Cleopatra. Enter the Harvard Track Team. Enter Standard Oil Bearer right hand holding gloves left grasping staff of standard, so safe so sure so easy to handle. Enter Porphyria’s Lover. Enter Mr. and Mrs. Lingam with an attendant behind. Enter a Jury of Annoyance. Enter Sportsman holding up a hare in his right hand. Enter a Feudal Ladye amorous to be known. Enter a Knight-Errant. Enter President Hoover (halitoxic). Enter Nicolas Alfan de Ribera Marquis de Villanueva de las Torres de Dugnes d’Alcala Grands d’Espagne. Enter Lindberg with a Lion-Tamer. Enter the Pancake-Woman reading aloud What Every Girl Should Know. Enter Joseph telling his Dreams. Enter Blasus de Manfre, the Waterspouter. Enter Roman Youth Swallowing Stones (burst of applause from a London Whore who appears standing between a lion and a unicorn). Enter a Dragon Belching Fire. Enter an Ignorant Physician. Enter a Fair Lady in Revolt. Enter Mr. Guy Holt with a flair for civilized fiction. Enter a Magician. Enter a Fawn dressed up as a Girl. Enter Queens in Hyacinth. Enter Jamaica God of Rum. Enter a Submarine Captain holding a jar (black idol) in both hands. Enter the Donkey Ambassador holding a lemon in both hands (very rare in this undivided state). Enter a Pederast holding a lipstick in both hands. Enter John Paul Jones supported by an officer of the law white cravat hat and sword in right hand. Enter a Jazz-Band playing I’m the cream in your coffee. Enter Marie Antoinette powdered hair lace silk combination pyjamas. Enter an Incendiary. Enter Miss Atlantic Monthly Brekete ex Kotex Kotex pursued by the Earl of Fitzdotterel’s Eldest Son. I reflect with pleasure on the success with which the British undertakers have prospered this last summer. Enter a second Jazz-Band playing the Empty Bed Blues. Enter the Ghost of Hamlet. Enter a Temple Boy. Enter Alpha and Omega. Enter the Soul killed by the Explosion. Enter Rimbaud. Enter Van Gogh. Enter Amon Ra. Enter the Star of the East. Enter the Stars. Enter the Queen of Peking. Enter the Youngest Princess. Enter the Moon. Enter Death stabbed in the Back. There is a Circle in the Centre. Enter the Fire Princess. Enter the Grey Princess. Enter the Cramoisy Queen. Enter the Mad Queen. Enter the SUN.
The Blind Man leaves the scene saying, I can see nothing.
CAT
I am a lean Siamese cat who insists upon sleeping under our bed in order to watch the mouse-holes so I am not as astonished as you are when I wake up next morning to find myself under our bed.
YOUR EYES
ARE YOUR REAL EYES
I see the gold coins of me scattered along the road to the sun. I see myself a decade ago a year ago a month ago a day ago in various fixed scenes like a photograph in an album like a portrait in a gallery but the nicest part about this dream is that in every photograph in every portrait your face looks out from the upper right-hand corner of the picture as if you were the artist who had painted the portrait with the desire to appear in it yourself. The strange thing is that your eyes are your real eyes as in those old paintings made with holes for the eyes behind which people could conceal themselves and look out unseen on what was happening around them.
WHITE ERMINE
I am being warned of a danger but the female kangaroo who is looking earnestly into space will not tell me nor will the passengers on the omnibus who are counting their small cubes of silver tell me nor will the dunce standing in the corner of the Ritz Bar tell me nor will Mr. Tunney nor will the Italian girl with the Irish name nor will the notary public nor will my friend the chief of forty thieves tell me nor even the puffed-up interpreter who squanders understanding between two countries, so I am entirely unprepared to meet the danger which I seek to evade by the stubborn adherence to an object of phallic reverence which I am able to extract from the glands of the wingèd insect which you always wear as a clasp for your coat of white ermine.
THE END OF EUROPE
The shattered hull of a rowboat stuck in the sand a fire of driftwood a bottle of black wine black beetles the weird cry of sea-gulls lost in the heavy fog the sound of the tide creeping in over the wet sands the tomb-stone in the eel-grass behind the dunes.
COLLISION
The accidental collision of motes in the sun is symbolic of the accidental collision of thoughts in the brain — there is perhaps an orchestral magnificence in these collisions — he who has ears to hear let him hear.
THE NEW WORD
The New Word is the serpent who has sloughed off his old vocabulary.
The New Word is the stag who has rid himself of the old wood of his antlers.
The New Word is the clean piercing of a Sword through the rotten carcass of the Dictionary, the Dwarf standing on the shoulders of the Giant (Dictionary) who sees further into the Future than the giant himself, the Panther in the Jungle of Dictionary who pounces upon and devours all timid and facile words, the New Word is a Diamond Wind blowing out the Cobwebs of the Past.
The New Word is a direct simulant upon the senses, a freshness of vision, an inner sensation, the egg from which other words shall be produced, a herald of revolt, the new tree thrusting above the dreary court-yard of No Change, a jewel upon the breast of Time, the Eve that stands naked before us, the challenge flung in the face of an unadventurous public, the reward of the discoverer, the companion of the prophet, the simplicity of the unexpected, the girder bridge towards a splendid future, the tremendous concentration and internal strength of a Joyce, the defiance of laws.