Speaking of the human body, Klee said: One bone alone achieves nothing.
P this, people placed lamps on all of the street ers, and sofas o the lamps. People sat on the sofas and read Spinoza there, an iing glare cast on the pages by the dithering instant traffic lights. At other points, oreet, four-poster beds were planted, and loving couples slept or watched television together, the sets ected to the empty houses behind them by long black cables. Elsewhere, oreet, versation pits were chipped out of the crete, floored with Adam rugs, ahy discussions were held. Do we really need a War College? ular subject. Favorite paintings were lashed to the iron railings b the sidewalks, a Gainsbh, a van Dongen, a perfervid evocation of Umbriaal states, an important dark-brown bruising of Arches paper by a printer of modern life.
One man hung all of his shirts on the railing b a sidewalk, he had thirty-nine, and another was brushing his teeth in his bathrobe, another was waxing his fine moustache, a woman was marking cards with a little prickly roller so that her husband, the gambler, would win forever. A man said, "Say, mon, fix me some of dem chitlins you fry so well," and another man said, "Howard, my son, I am now going to show you how to blow glass" -- he dipped his glass-blowing tube into a furnace of bubbling glass, there oreet, and blew a rathskeller of beer glasses, each goldenly full.
Ihe abandoned houses subway trains rushed in both dires and genuine nameless animals ate each other with ghastly fervor --
Monday. Many individuals are grasping hold of the sewer grates with both hands, a maion, in the words of S. Moholy-Nagy, of the tragic termination of the will to fly.