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x i x I was born, quite inappropriately, in Nassau, Bahamas. My father was engaged in bootlegging at the time. My parents are both Scottish and my father’s father was head forester on a Scottish estate. While still small I was sent home to boarding school in Scotland, but then my father, having lost all his money orange farming in Florida, returned to Scotland, and I went to live with my parents in Glasgow. When the war began in 1939 I was evacuated to the country, and this was the end of my formal education; I spent most of my time fishing in wee burns

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practicing, how sunk deep below our world, to the world of snakes, and dark ways in the earth, where are the roots of corn, and where the little rivers of unchannelled, uncreated life-passion run like dark, trickling light- ning, to the roots of the corn and to the feet and loins of men, from the earth's innermost dark sun" (Mornings in Mexico). Conversely, Ezra Pound bootlegged Whitman's "barbaric yawp" across the Big Water to "make it new" within the context of Western classics. His college counterpart, William Carlos Williams, sidestepped the ambling met- rics of

. . . Who three months before divorced Trixie who’s fucking the man and said when Tom broke off with her You black motherfucker, I’ll see you dead Three months later the Man shoots Black Tom in the head. Rest in Peace Al Capone you were a tower in the midst of/ Al Capone you were a strike breaker! a blight on the radical movement The Italian anarchists hated you, Al Capone! However some remember with glee the good old days of the Capone era, bootleggers, jazz buffs, boxers and junkies/ Al Capone——yr foot, yr stinking black foot! it’s a black lyre out

under the sea, Audenesque Epithalamiums! She Sends her driver home and she stays with me. Match-Game etcetera! Bootleggers Barrel-assing chevrolets grow bold. I summon To myself sad silent thoughts, Opulent, sinister, and cold. Shall it be male or female in the tub? And grawk go under, and grackle disappear, And high upon the Brooklyn Bridge alone, An ugly ogre masturbates by ear: Of my darling, my darling, my pipe and my slippers, Something there is is benzedrine in bed: And so, so Asiatic, Richard Gallup Goes home, and gets his gat, and plugs his dad. 32 / 33 Poem

e United States, ostensibly on the road to a postwar “return to nor- malcy” under the Republican administrations of Warren G. Harding, and later Calvin Coo lidge, faced a backlash of social unrest. Prohibition laws had prompted an active trade in bootleg alcohol, and labor and communist movements had formed in response to domestic turbulence. Th e murder convictions of Italian anarchists Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti in the summer of 1921 were a focal point for this unrest. Th eir trial, imprison- ment, and 1927 executions, built on dubious charges

Traditional Manner Whenever Richard Gallup is dissevered, Fathers and teachers, and daemons down under the sea, Audenesque Epithalamiums! She Sends her driver home and she stays with me. Match-Game etcetera! Bootleggers Barrel-assing chevrolets grow bold. I summon To myself sad silent thoughts, Opulent, sinister, and cold. Shall it be male or female in the tub? And grawk go under, and grackle disappear, And high upon the Brooklyn Bridge alone, An ugly ogre masturbates by ear: Of my darling, my darling, my pipe and my slippers, Something there is is benzedrine in bed: And so

wife, Annie. His earliest memory, and one he would return to time after time in his later work, was the aptly romantic image of his boyhood self on a boat, his father’s schooner, which was hired out for pearl i n t r o d u c t i o n / 7 fishing and, much to Annie’s disapproval, running bootleg rum to Prohibition America. The small family fortune was lost when their Floridian orange plantation was ruined by successive bad winters. Aged only six, Ian was sent back to Scotland to board at Larchfield Academy, Helensburgh, where he saw his first warships sailing

ic Sc e n e s his or her shirt sleeves in order to smuggle it from the archive. In 1962, Duncan had in fact given the Beinecke a copy of the manuscript that H. D. had sent to him, and he told Pearson that he suspected his donation had been used to produce the book.14 When Pearson contemplated suing Brown for the bootleg edition, Duncan, friendly toward Pearson but also sympathetic toward Brown, asked Pearson to forgo legal action, pointing out that Serendipity Books in Berkeley had received copies of the book “as gift s for their customers who are H. D