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Guido Bruno
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Edited by Guido Bruno in His Garret on Washington Square
man,
is that she is the first dream of youth, and
that she does not fade from our soul until our
Alphonse de Lamartine
I wished to. If I didn't like the work, I could quit it. And
mean to keep doing so 'til the end. If the end brings me out
his have proven true. He had been far above the criticism
of his time; he had seen only one goal for his life, one path
leading to this goal, and he walked-this path. He saw the
at him from behind, but he walked on. He had one life and
the only vocation of his was to live that life of his. His
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pense, being a
beneficiary of a
stipendium, how I had to
thank him indirectly for
my college and for my university
education. And I thought of father and of
my his father
and of all of and I
my ancestors, thought of my brothers who
wore his coat and spent their lives in his service, and all this
I thought in less than and
a minute, I told the clerk that I
would back another day
come on to sign my declaration of
intention.
thing that I never had felt before. I felt I was giving birth
to myself. Instead of doing I had done
as so often in ques-
tions of importance, to wait until the moment presented
itself and then act, I decided to have it out with myself.
A who wanted live his
man to own life, a man who could
not give himself
up to the narrowness of his surroundings,
who willing to give
was
up everything, to sacrifice the fruits
which long of
years study and a professional training would
have brought him, because he could not accept certain tradi-
tions and convictions—an iron ring around his head and an
and torture him and make him regret and kill him.
many
of those who had been associates of my youth. While
country of my
choice. I remembered how nobody asked me
up in my
mind. I saw the Italian selling his Italian wares,
with his carpets and I saw the Greek and the Turk and the
himself had come once from one of these countries and had
taken possession of all that he found and had given in
saw them here apparently made for the protection and for
my
office on one of the next days and made tabula rasa. I swore
without blood.
KNOW this
J country, with the beauty of Italy, the romance
Would you
call an American a loyal American citizen who
interferes with his President while he is meditating the
highest executive who alone can act, who alone must act and
who alone will be responsible to posterity for the occurrences
we forget above all the most vital thing in life: good taste.
our table.
no citizens.
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white soul he is one of us. And white are the stripes, next
all parts of both hemispheres and the stars are there, those
we go,
that bring peace to our hearts and hope and beauty,
if we only lift our to find them.
eyes
wich Village
By Euphemia M. Olcott
Quantum Mutata
THERE was a time in Europe long ago,
Oscar Wilde
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Kummel
Benedictine
Replated Platitudes
rather hard burden to
To be different from others is a carry
Calf It has
We do not worship the Golden any more.
should be in
Whosoever's duty it is to preach to be good
if his listeners should take
constant fear of losing his' bread
his advice.
Cat's Paw
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cently born geese. Bushes and trees were still naked and
were short; they had the shape of a heart and they almost'
and mystic flowers of the Orient were prepared for its bath.
Two slaves were in constant attendance to look after the
comfort and the needs of the newcomer.
rays of the new sun, the connoiseur came to the little violet.
It lay there in its receptacle filled with perfumed waters. It
seemd sad, so sad.
vases and gold receptacles. The violet did not answer yet.
"Or is it because I broke and are full of regret?"
you, you
"No not that;" whispered the violet and its little head
G. B.
Noses
I Wonder?
THERE are
many books written about the stars. And in
Tom Sleeper
and one hundred and twenty stanzas of nine lines each of a lyric
the glove of challenge. Whom will it be who will listen for one
1
Dear Sir: —
authorities and
prove in one hour's reading that a poet of the
highest rank now is living, but never do I expect, to be ac-
Nelson Gardner
and with a smile and a few kind words offered her his
her arrested.
Adultery
SQUARE. A bench the Garibaldi
WASHINGTON near
her wooden doll in an old cigar box. She plays with little
Mary walks towards Tom. She shows him her big, beauti-
ful doll, with its blonde curls of real hair, and blue eyes that
him the carriage, a real baby carriage, with silk curtains and
soft pillows.
And Tom plays "father and mother" with little Mary.
Mamie is still sitting on the bench near the Garibaldi monu-
father does not come back. And she takes her cigar box and
her wooden doll and moves to a bench in the most remote
Clara Tice.
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By Martin Brown
vividly <wth his unusually glaring white linen, 'walked into the
Garret a few days ago. He did not say a word by way of greet-
ing, and his monotonous voice sounded so inhuman that I paid the
utmost attention to his monologue. He mentioned off hand his
Hanging
And stay my
wild choking, strangling swing.
my
A Razor
When they find what I've done with this silvery knife.
When they see the red ooze that was lately my
life.
By Djuna Barnes
of his cup and the other all, I only, what a dreary world
say
this would be were it not for those charming dabblers. How
that little home in the fifties with its wax flowers, its narrow
rockers and its localisms, and above all, to that mother whose
jewelry, free to
stones, standing in relation to as verse poetry.
Indian in-
such as struggles from between the pattern of an
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cense burner. And lastly, there came with Yvette, the now
This cane was tall, alert and partial. It was to him what
the nun.
Absinthe was like this cane, tall, energetic, but acutely pale.
seemed of plaster, his lips alone animate and
He composed
startlingly scarlet. He spoke with that distinct English ac-
The nails of these hands were long; longer than Japan had
ever thrust beneath the cuticle of any
native Yellow Jacket,
—and they were silvered or gilded with gold.
There moments in the lives of all of us, or shall I say
are
programme.
He was a leopard who had chosen his own particular spots,
and this is that difference between we call
perhaps,
ourselves, and those other odd ones,
who extend their travels
called non-reason.
the he
Yvette was feminine, he could not only look part,
in much that he did. Yet should have ad-
acted girlish one
to say:
telegraph."
Thus one saw how inscrutable Vermouth had grown along
Absinthe. they had too hours
with Together spent many
is of dilettante, that
twelve at night. For it a theory our
learned to understand.
3d, 1879.
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GUIDO BRUNO
IN HIS GARRET
ON WASHINGTON SQUARE
City.
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Mr. Kreymborg s Mushrooms are recognized poetry.
The Mushroom stands for a simple expression of
thought in simple musical rhythm. Mr. Kreymborg
is one man who speaks to his fellow-men—just to the
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ington Square in its early years, was the burial field of the
poorest of the city. But no chronicler has ever told the name
paid, and there very likely, Mr. Megie built a wooden shack,
where he could keep his wooden tools and sleep.
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in the directories of 1819, 1820 and 1821. Then the square was
ords do not explain, that this our corner was never fully
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