Idle Threats poem To be followed by the lyrics to I am Sick of You from Lou Reed’s New York album.

Idle Threats

Witches are Walter White-man; Walt Whitmans are witches who

Would not be readily read

In A World: with such battered Bru^ts innit. Would he be?

Hermes Transmigrator versus Daniel Clowes’s Monica comic book finally came to the Varnedo Library, a book ‘borderline , fine as wine.

Eliot,-Eliot, -Eliot despite myself I smell a rot.

Rococo as is the saving bit of wit and

Sarabanding in a rock and roll, that meanness

Rhymes with white hot shit, bad talk

‘And not even badly”, about what rides around under skirts, the Half of it. In Sweeney Agonistes, un-fin-shed! Un-fin ished!

Unfinished! Therefore what I heard in my sleep counts as much:

Was this: Formats are the memories of change.

Sweeney says when everything’s rubbed down to brass tacks

You will see sex, wet births, and debths. But

What are those except imaginary acts?

To a byzan-teen, to my father’s friend Richard Rose, what are copulation, death and birth except the funny flying ghosts of facts?

Maybe not everbody wishes 3X’s for rococo trellis work.

Anthony Burgess, T. Connaghessen Boyle. Bob Dylan.

For landssakes who else has written enough to count?

Clayton Eshleman, and Kenneth Patchen those authors of the

Miss Understandings : Miriam

and Carol done on a rug enduring daylight.

Life is our bag. In British: swot. Where no flames can be, as on a rag rug

As in our cities on fire,-life is not.

Grateful for Leslie Fiedler’s pronunciamente about the state of the-then, in 1972, Am’can poetry and prose in book Waiting For the End. Those are harsh on first reading, as writers will be under any auspices, but so coherent is the argument that you can return on Internet Archive to scan for a passage and it was as if the whole thing is there in your hand to feel your way around.

Lyrics to Lou Reed’s ‘Sick of You’ aka: ‘Sick of It’ from album ‘New York’

I was up in the morning with the TV blarin’
brush my teeth sittin’ watchin’ the news
All the beaches were closed the ocean was a Red Sea
but there was no one there to part it in two
There was no fresh salad because there’s hypos in the cabbage
Staten Island disappeared at noon
And they say the midwest is in great distress
and NASA blew up the moon
The ozone layer has no ozone anymore
and you’re gonna leave me for the guy next door
I’m Sick of You
They arrested the Mayor for an illegal favor
sold the Empire State to Japan
And Oliver North married William Secord
and gave birth to a little Teheran
And the Ayatollah bought a nuclear warhead
if he dies he wants to go out in style
And there’s nothing to eat that don’t carry the stink
of some human waste dumped in the Nile
Well one thing is certainly true
no one here knows what to do
I’m Sick of You
The radio said there were 400 dead
in some small town in Arkansas
Some whacked out trucker
drove into a nuclear reactor
and killed everybody he saw
Now he’s on Morton Downey
and he’s glowing and shining
doctors say this is a medical advance
They say the bad makes the good
and there’s something to be learned
in every human experience
Well I know one thing that really is true
This here’s a zoo and the keeper ain’t you
And I’m sick of it, I’m Sick of You
They ordained the Trumps
and then he got the mumps
and died being treated at Mt. Sinai
And my best friend Bill
died from a poison pill
some wired doctor prescribed for stress
My arms and legs are shrunk
the food all has lumps
They discovered some animal no one’s ever seen
It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire
after running over Rudy Giuliani
They say the President’s dead
but no one can find his head
It’s been missing now for weeks
But no one noticed it
he has seemed so fit
and I’m Sick of it

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Lou Reed