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K'tagogm-m, v. 1, issue 3, September 1945

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K'tabogm-m     8

MIRRORS FROM M'LO
A page of purloined poetry

And you, the wise man, full of humour
To whom our misery's a rumour
And slightly funny;
Proud of your nicely balanced view
You say as if it were something new
The fuss we make is mostly due
To lack of money.

Ah, what a little squirt is there
When of your aren't-I-charming air
You stand denuded.
Behind your subtle sense of humour
You hide the boss's simple stuma,
Among the foes which we enumer
You are included.

Because you saw but were not indignant
The invasion of the great malignant
Cambridge ulcer
That army intellectual 
Of every kind of liberal
Smarmy with friendship but of all
There are none falser.

A host of columbines and pathics
Who show the poor by mathematics
In their defence
That wealth and poverty are merely
Mental pictures, so that clearly
Every tramp's a landlord really
Ind mind-events.
Let fever sweat them tell they tremble
Cramp rack their limbs till they resemble
Cartoons by Goya:
Their daughter sterile be in rut,
May cancer rot their herring gut,
The circular madness on them shut,
Or paranoia.

Their splendid people, their wiseacres,
Professors, agents, magic-makers,
Their poets and apostles,
Their bankers and their brokers too,
And ironmasters shall turn blue
Shall fade away like morning dew
With club-room fossils.

Excerpted from
Poem XIV in
"On This Island"
by W.H. AUDEN
(1937,Random House)

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K'tabogm-m 8 MIRRORS FROM M'LO A page of purloined poetry And you, the wise man, full of humour To whom our misery's a rumour And slightly funny; Proud of your nicely balanced view You say as if it were something new The fuss we make is mostly due To lack of money. Ah, what a little squirt is there When of your aren't-I-charming air You stand denuded. Behind your subtle sense of humour You hide the boss's simple stuma, Among the foes which we enumer You are included. Because you saw but were not indignant The invasion of the great malignant Cambridge ulcer That army intellectual Of every kind of liberal Smarmy with friendship but of all There are none falser. A host of columbines and pathics Who show the poor by mathematics In their defence That wealth and poverty are merely Mental pictures, so that clearly Every tramp's a landlord really Ind mind-events. Let fever sweat them tell they tremble Cramp rack their limbs till they resemble Cartoons by Goya: Their daughter sterile be in rut, May cancer rot their herring gut, The circular madness on them shut, Or paranoia. Their splendid people, their wiseacres, Professors, agents, magic-makers, Their poets and apostles, Their bankers and their brokers too, And ironmasters shall turn blue Shall fade away like morning dew With club-room fossils. Excerpted from Poem XIV in "On This Island" by W.H. AUDEN (1937,Random House)