The beginning of 'Totem Banking (for J.H. Prynne)' by the magical,
spiritual, melodic Barry Macsweeney:
The totemic fuse of non-events is rising like a fume
into a fakeless sky and then they are all disproved
by lapse into money greed and awesome self-possession
pathetic to the very bone fat and slavvering with wilful want
I seek them not but hold a flinty anger here on the high ground
no fat felines in this house we are lean and run like proper whippets
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