Bellum Perenne: A Pisan Cento Against the War

(keyed to the 1975 ND/F&F edition; CP = Bacigalupo $B!G (Bs recent _Canti
Postumi_)

and gun sales lead to more gun sales
they do not clutter the market for gunnery
there is no saturation
--74/429

and the two largest rackets are the alternation
of the value of money
(of the unit of money METATHEMENON TE TON KRUMENON
and usury @ 60 or lending
that which is made out of nothing
--74/440

woe to them that conquer with armies
and whose only right is their power
--76/463

 $B!H (Band having got  $B!F (Bem (advantages, privilege)
there is nothing, italics _nothing_, they will not do
to retain  $B!F (Bem $B!I (B

yrs truly  Kungfutseu
--77/464

[I heard it in the shit house a suitable place
to hear that the war was over]
--77/467

 $B!H (Bthe earth belongs to the living $B!I (B
interest on all it creates out of nothing
the buggering bank has;      pure iniquity
and to change the value of money, of the unit of money
METATHEMENON
we are not yet out of _that_ chapter
--77/468

the root stench being usura
--78/481

there
are
no
righteous
wars
--78/483

Tudor indeed is gone and every rose,
Blood-red, blanch-white that in the sunset glows
Cries  $B!H (BBlood, Blood, Blood! $B!I (B against the gothic stone
Of England, as the Howard or Boleyn knows.
--80/516

there are no righteous wars
--82/525

Nor can who has passed a month in the death cells
believe in capital punishment
No man who has passed a month in the death cells
believes in cages for beasts
--83/530

The States have passed thru a
dam $B!G (Bd supercilious era
Down, Derry-down /
Oh let an old man rest.
--83/536

Yet from my tomb such flame of love arise
that whoso passes shall be warmed thereby;
let stray cats curl there
where no tomb stone is
and girls $B!G (B eyes sparkle at the unmarked spot
let rancours die
and a slow drowse of peace pervade who passes
--CP 200; from the beginning of C84)

at next dawn with rain
under the long line of the gibbets
the lights of the penal area
as some Jersey City by Lethe
--CP 204; from the end of C84

e poi io dissi alla sorella
della pastorella dei suini:
e questi americani?
si conducono bene?
ed ella: poco
Poco, poco.
ed io: peggio dei tedeschi?
ed ella: uguale, thru the barbed wire

[sender $B!G (Bs translation:
and then I said to the little sister
the pastoress of the swine:
and these Americans?
do they behave themselves?
and she: hardly,
hardly, hardly
and I: worse than the Germans?
and she: the same]
--84/540

If the hoar frost grip thy tent
Thou wilt give thanks when night is spent.
--84/540