American drama -- 20th century; Experimental fiction, American; Prose poems
Alphonse what is your name.
Henri what is your name.
Madeleine what is your name.
Louise what is your name.
Rene what is your name.
Berthe what is your name
Charles what is your name
Marguerite what is your name
Jeanne what is your name.
Act 425.
We see a river and we are glad to say that that is in a way in the way
today.
We see all the windows and we see a souvenir and we see the best flower.
The flower of the truth.
An Interlude.
Thirty days in April gave a chance to sing at a wedding.
Three days in February gave reality to life.
Fifty days every year do not make substraction.
The Alsations sing anyway.
Forty days in September.
Forty days in September we know what it is to spring.
Act in America.
Alsatians living in America.
February XIV.
On this day the troops who had been at Mulhouse came again.
They came in the spring.
The spring is late in Alsace.
Water was good and hot anyway.
What are you doing.
Making music and burning the surface of marble.
When the surface of marble is burned it is not much discolored.
No but there is a discussion.
And then the Swiss.
What is amiss.
The Swiss are the origin of Mulhouse.
Alsace or Alsatians.
We have been deeply interested in the words of the song.
The Alsatians do not sing as well as their storks.
Their storks are their statuettes.
The rule is that angels and food and eggs are all sold by the dozen.
We were astonished.
And potatoes
Potatoes are eaten dry.
This reminds me of another thing I said. A woman likes to use money.
And if not.
She feels it really is her birthday.
Is it her birthday.
God bless her it is her birthday.
Please carry me to Dannemarie.
And what does Herbstadt say.
The names of cities are the names of all.
And pronouncing villages is more of a test than unbrella.
This was the first thing we heard in Alsatia.
Canary, roses, violets and curtains and bags and churches and rubber
tires and an examination.
All the leaves are green and babyish.
How many children make a family.
The Watch on the Rhine.
Sweeter than water or cream or ice. Sweeter than bells of roses. Sweeter
than winter or summer or spring. Sweeter than pretty posies. Sweeter
than anything is my queen and loving is her nature.
Loving and good and delighted and best is her little King and Sire whose
devotion is entire who has but one desire to express the love which is
hers to inspire.
In the photograph the Rhine hardly showed
In what way do chimes remind you of singing. In what way do birds sing.
In what way are forests black or white.
We saw them blue.
With for get me nots.
In the midst of our happiness we were very pleased.
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF NATIONS
OR
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT
We make a little dance.
Willie Jewetts dance in the tenth century chateau.
Soultz Alsace dance on the Boulevard Raspail
Spanish French dance on the rue de la Boetie
Russian Flemish dance on the docks.
Bread eating is a game understand me.
We laugh to please. Japanese.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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