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Festival Tumult Careless with the unhealthy orchestra, stealing from myself the first thoughts large enough to grow larger than the world, I had too much childhood, too many solos and fossils. I summoned animals out of a toychest. Like Adam's transparent zoo in Eden, they did not live. Then came the wilderness. No one is afraid of beingstillborn. In 1831, a boy was murdered on a pilgrimage to Goethe. You can sec his outline still reflected on smooth stones on roads out of Italy. Not fear of death, but separation from indistinction, from unmarked roads through pollarded elms andvineyards, the mess of pencils and genders, draws the ivy up the wall, the boy to the great man. It calls animals out of a box. But when they are distinct and the light shines through them undeflected, it cannot make them live against their will. The wise child will find his murderer. I do not like what I am thinking this first hour of Easter morning. Everything strains to be invisible. The entire orchestration stumbles. Faith is entertainment, an awful 53 comedian mimicking a child. The last moment on the leaves before full daylight burns away. Joy must have its way, as must distinctiveness that made a zoo of Eden and then a wilderness. 54 ...

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