the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the
street, phonograph records of nostalgic European threw up groaning into
the street! Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland I'm with you in
Rockland where we are great writers on the wall with a sword, who lost
their loveboys to the daisychain or grave, notism & were left with
their insanity & their hands & a hung jury, who threw