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Crane on the Train.

Read this tonight underneath 14th Street. Excerpted from Hart Crane’s The Bridge.

…And repetition freezes - “What

“what do you want getting weak on the links?

fandaddle daddy don’t ask for change - IS THIS

FOURTEENTH?” it’s half past six she said - if

you don’t like my gate why did you

swing on it, why didja

swing on it

anyhow-“

And somehow anyhow swing-

The phonographs of hades in the brain

Are tunnels that re-wind themselves, and love

A burnt match skating in a urinal-

Somewhere above Fourteenth TAKE THE EXPRESS

To brush some new presentiment of pain-

“But I want service in this office SERVICE

I said - after

the show she cried a little afterwards but-“

Whose head is swinging from the swollen strap?

Whose body smokes along the bitten rails,

Bursts from a smoldering bundle far behind

In back forks of the chasms of the brain, -

Puffs from a riven stump far out behind

In interborough fissures of the mind….

-VII The Tunnel.