By Malcolm Bradbury
After spending a 12 months educating in an American college within the Nineteen Fifties, Malcolm Bradbury back to England in basic terms to achieve that his local nation had develop into approximately as mystifying to him because the American Midwest. As Britain marched towards a brand new decade, a lot of the rustic was once altering inexorably, its agrarian previous paved over through suburban builders, its quiet traditionalism changed through beehive hairdos and glossy, glass-walled place of work constructions. And so, to confront this curious second in British background, Bradbury became to the sharpest instrument in his arsenal: humor. In All Dressed Up and Nowhere to move, he writes of a rustic balancing precariously at the boundary of 2 worlds, with the wry wit and keenly observant eye that experience made him one of many 20th century’s maximum satirists.
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23 ................. 17510$ $CH1 09-16-09 10:24:13 PS PAGE 23 XVIII She crosses the oval square, theater in a shell, golden reflections on green damask, bodies find their nature again, bath of red clay, at the edge of the fountain, the hot water burns, the oratorio, in its last movement, gives rhythm to the exchange of elixirs, bodies fallen into the Name, die before dying, enter into the shadow of the All-Power, then return to life, scarlet faces, blood and breath spin quickly in the body, at dawn, the youth wears his silk vestment, corundum intaglios, robe like evening, at the sapphire hour, tents raised, we get ready to leave, nocturnal voyage, stars trace the path, in the shelter of the region of day, in the excess of senses, not being able to move, drooling, eyes bulging, gone out of myself, seeing me other, in the spectacle of calm pain, no one dares come near, beyond the principle, which demands to be kept in, vertigo in the heart, how to face her, her eyes snarl an authoritarian music, the sonorous attraction of the planets crushes my ears, I drink her in, I am so thirsty, vessel without steering, that the waves toss, right yourself, be master of your body, 24 .................
20 ................. 17510$ $CH1 09-16-09 10:24:12 PS PAGE 20 XVI Black day, rain beats on the windowpane, the weeping angels come to you, they sing the glory of the absent one, wave after wave, the inspiration inside overwhelms me, and I cannot repeat what I hear, the jealous voice stops at the threshold of speech, the angel musicians blow into their long trumpets, and chase the rain, you go through the clouds, balls of cotton, and you find the sun again, above the metallic vault, lunar soil, depending on the pressure, the cabin vibrates, and straightens out its long quills and remiges, the angels’ music pierces through the steel jet engines, from the porthole, putti aim at me, blond curls, their tears stream down, the soul forms in them, unstable, into what does it incarnate, it might enter into stone, inanimate, unnamed, I recognize it inside the heart, in the beloved’s tears, remains only regret, for her, obscure, I went closer, our meeting celebrated loss, and anxiety, between the two of us, marched, sentinel that now appeared, now disappeared, deep inside me a burn shone, grain of sand that wounds the eye, the tribe invited us to eat, but 21 .................
17510$ $CH1 09-16-09 10:24:22 PS PAGE 46 XXXV The hoopoe sways, on the tree beyond the world, the voice sighs, and cries, spirits separate from bodies, the breath extinguishes, I drink in ecstasy, my passion is in the unveiling, I leave the darkness, where I was prisoner, I bear witness, prostrate myself, the voice is a noise, in the city, glass quivers, autumn scorches, fire devours. 47 ................. 17510$ $CH1 09-16-09 10:24:22 PS PAGE 47 XXXVI Black, in black eyes, clouds cover the peaks, the grotto is a sleeping dragon, the seconds are shadows, that tremble, in black eyes, son of the epic, I hurtle down the paths, at the speed of lightning, I cross the guarded estate, I desecrate the village, I carry away the beloved, I enter the black, of her black eyes.