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AnxiousKenneth Fearing

20th Century Blues

What do you call it, bobsled champion, and you, too, Olympic roller-coaster ace, high-diving queen, what is the word, number one man on the Saturday poker squad, motion picture star incognito as a home girl, life of the party or you, the serious type, what is it, what is it, When it’s just like a fever shooting up and up and up but there are no chills and there is no fever, just exactly like a song, like a knockout, like a dream, like a book, What is the word, when you know that all the lights of all the cities of all the world are burning bright as day, and you know that some time they all go out for you,
AngryKenneth Fearing

Conclusion

You will give praise to all things, praise without end; idly in the morning, bluntly at noon, cunningly with the evening cigar, you will meditate further praise; so will the days pass, each profitable and serene; so will your sleep be undisturbed; so you will live; no faith will be difficult, rising from doubt; no love will be false, born of dread; In the flaring parks, in the speakeasies, in the hushed academies, your murmur will applaud the wisdom of a thousand quacks. For theirs is the kingdom. By your sedate nod in the quiet office you will grieve with the magnate as he speaks of sacrifice. For his is the power.

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