Socialist Realism

47 SOCIALIST REALISM You wonder at artists, poets, musicians going off, praising and mourning what must be important. Wonder, too, at what they pass in silence, the shuttle and click click of typewriters, the humming florescent vista of women slumped to them— like perfumed dust rags, ripped off into smaller and smaller corners wonder... I mean, it's something all that art that gut crashing flair and risk, priding laughing talking to itself weeping slashing the iridescent murk. Terrific, too, its gristle and bone soaring in darkness past 48 the subsonic bus droning slowing speeding slowing to work I mean, there must be another way there must be there must... TODAY AT NOON THE SECRETARIES GOT TOGETHER WALKED OUT & CALLED IN SICK THEY WON'T TAKE, THEY SAY ANY MORE OF THIS, THEY SAY THEY WILL KEEP ON CALLING IN UNTIL THEY ARE HEARD ...