Too Often, and: Writing About it As Clearly As Possible

33 bohm Robert Bohm Too Often Women, for us: only mills steel cotton only a 1000 acres of good cattle land; they are the lubricating X at the center of every frontier. Pounding the big bag in the gym or wrestling with sheetmetal or reading lofty existential books we prepare ourselves. Always. Oh how we love to stripmine this soil, leaving behind our slagheaps. Writing About it As Clearly As Possible In North America, the excited generals hold their breaths. Before them: a map, shaped like a woman being chain-whipped in a porno mag. Soon, breathing heavily, the generals pin miniature flags on different parts of the body, representing all those tiny countries to the south where the tenant farmers' slovenly huts are always getting in the way. Then the generals grow nervous, noticing how the woman's body gradually becomes a vast array of guerrilla armies appearing & disappearing, like magic. ...