INTRODUCING IRONY - 1922 - Some of the poems and stories in this
book have appeared in The Dial, Harpers Bazar, The Little Review,
The Nation, Cartoons Magazine, Poetry, A Magazine of Verse, The New
York Globe, The Bookman, Vanity Fair, The Measure and The Double
Dealer -- CONTENTS -- PAGE JACK ROSE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . 11 SEAWEEDFR OMM ARS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I3
TUXMOI I L N A MORGUE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18 CONDENSENDO
VEL . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21 MANNERS . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . 23 CANDIDN ARRATIV . E . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . 37 UNLITERAR A Y ND SHAMELES . S . . . . . . . . . . .
. 39 Two SONNET T S O MY WIFE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40
FINALITIES I-. V III . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41
IMAGINARPYE OPLE I . - IV . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47 UNEASYR
EFLECTION . S . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 SUMMERE VENING N EW
YORE S UBWAYS TATION . . . 50 GARBAG H E EAP . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . 52 IMPULSIVED IALOGUE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. 53 EMOTIONAMLO NOLOG . UE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 56
PRONOUNCEFADN TASY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 WHEN SPIRITSS
PEAK O F LIFE . . . . . . . . . . . . 61 PAGE ART . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 78 MUSI . C . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . 82 ETHICS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . 86 HISTOR . Y . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . go
PSYCHICP HENOMENA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 94 LOVE . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 98 - INTRODUCING - IRONY JACK
ROSE - WITH crafty brooding life turned to Jack Rose And made him
heroin-peddler, and his pose Was sullenly reflective since he
fearedThat life, regarding him, had merely jeered. His vanity was
small and could not call His egoism to the dubious hall Of fame,
where average artists spend their hour. Doubting his powers he was
forced to cower Within the shrill, damp alleys of his time,
Immersed in that brisk midnight known as crime. He shunned the
fiercely shrewd stuff that he sold To other people, and derived a
cold Enjoyment from the writhing of their hearts. A speechless
artist, he admired the arts Of blundering destruction, like a monk
Viewing a play that made him mildly drunk. And so malicious and
ascetic Jack Bent to his trade with a relentless back Until he
tapped an unexpected smile - A womans smile as smooth and hard as
tile. May Bulger pawned her flesh to him and gave His heroin to her
brother, with a grave Reluctance fumbling at her painted lips.
Though angry at herself, she took the whips Of undesired love, to
quiet a boy Who wept inanely for his favorite toy. She hated Jack
because he failed to gloss And soften the rough surface of her
loss, His matter-of-fact frown biting at her heart. He hated her
because her smiling guess Had robbed him of ascetic loneliness, And
when her brother died, Jack sat beside Her grief and played a
mouth-harp while she cried. But when she raised her head and smiled
at him-A smile intensely stripped and subtly grim - His hate felt
overawed and in a trap, And suddenly his head fell to her lap. For
some time she sat stiffly in the chair, Then slowly raised her hand
and stroked his hair. SEAWEED FROM MARS HAVE you ever played on a
violin Larger than ten thousand stars And warmer than what you call
sin Torban, a young man from Mars, Gave me the stretch of his
voice, And my no felldown like a pin On the echoed din of his
words. He said Then I have no choice. I must use the barrenly
involved Words with which you have not solved The wistful riddles
of your days. Leave the pale and ruddy herds Of men, with their
surrendering ways, And come with me to Mars...
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