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Yet to the scientist that bright flash of atomic fission might represent ultimate beauty.
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Gun in my hand, gun in my hand. In all my life I've never had a gun in my hand.
Smooth gun, hard gun, cold gun, cold in my hand. Bullet won't be cold. Warm bullet, hot bullet burning hot, hot as the blood.
No, can't think of that. Turn the muzzle up and press the trigger. Trigger cold against my finger. Cold as death, but life is colder.
Rhythm to that. Poet dies with final rhythm. Poet dies who never wrote a poem.
Headlines for the tabloids. Poet dies with final rhythm.
Ugliest man in the world is suicide. Poet dies with final rhythm. Ugliest man in the world is suicide. Poet dies in final rhythm.
Ugliest man in the world is suicide. Poet dies in final rhythm. Rugliest man in the world is suicide. Poet dies in final rhythm, no, no, stop, stop.
Ugliest man in the world. All right, I'll think the things for the last time, tear the words around in my head over and over the way they'veارne for 30она,
head over and over the way they've drawn for 30 years ugliest man in the world
ugliest man in the world ugliest man in the world press the trigger and stop it
press the trigger no no I can't have got to wait think it all out clearly for the
first time in my life how it started why it's ending this way think it all out
clearly from the very start then press the trigger school today Paul as a start
first day of school how old was I nine or ten she kept me home away from others I
didn't know why until that day she said school today Paul I said all right mother
row on row of children looking up at me staring up at me gaping up at me and
then one of them started laughing another laughing another and another
laughing laughing I stood there little boy looking down at the twisting mouths
my ears filled with the sound of the making fun of me I knew but why why
ugliest boy in the world ugliest boy in the world that's why you kept me away
from children mother kept me away until you didn't dare to any longer own mother
mother before you let others see me why didn't you close your hands around my
neck put a knife in my heart ground me bury me put me away where I couldn't see
me laughter couldn't reach me but you didn't so this was my boyhood tears
without end a boyhood of tears a boyhood of tears took me out of school kept me
away from all the others what good was it I knew I knew there wasn't a mirror in
the house not a mirror I didn't dare you didn't dare not a mirror until that day
you died alone so quiet in the house I sat down so quiet I mean suddenly is it
the clock were talking to me yes I remember look look look look at myself
a mirror I had to find a mirror surely more mother kept one mirror somewhere
drawer after drawer the mirror surely there was a mirror a mirror yes there was
one wrapped in hidden where she thought I'd never find it tore the paper off I
kept my eyes shut until the glass was clear and then I looked my face can I
bear the memory of my face can I think of it even now gone in my hand yes I
will I will what did I see what is my face a brow no brow a thing that's slow
to weigh sharply quickly like a peak roof have fallen in knows a thick wad of
ugly flesh protruding out between two close set eyes my eyes oh my eyes mother
of God my eyes two tiny red rim green fleck globes that stood far out beyond
the lids and twinkles like a fat round pig my eyes that was why they laughed at
me my eyes ugliest man in the world yes I was that no longer boy ugliest man in
the world not even tears could help me now the world outside at last I had to
go out and do it make a living get a job
sick side show side show side show side show side show
wasn't bad
ladies and gentlemen that's what I said the ugliest man in the world and only a
dime a very small part of a dollar that's it step closer closer closer I didn't mind after a while
faces looking up at me again staring whispering getting their dimes worth
spieler talking faces staring whispers snickers I didn't mind why should I I
could get away from him yes stand there and the noise and laughter and leave
them far behind leave the smell of them and the noise of them and the twisting
faces of them shut my eyes and leave them quickly quickly
I'd be in a field sun drenched face to the sky
the warm sun touching me soft dress cushioning me my arms outstretched all
around me peace and loveliness I'd lie there so happy and then a breeze
touching my face and a small white cloud in the sky
then another and all at once the clouds were like a woman's face looking down at
me a woman
there was a woman hello big fella oh hello hell of a day huh
yes she'll give you a big play I mean the yokel don't think yes me I'm a Sammy
Morton you know the grind show I not one of the strippers you understand I do a
high-class number you know semi classical she'll been a long hot day
okay nice walking out in the dark I mean there's kind of different and on the
midway yeah nice in the dark awful night do you like the moon moon oh sure sure
you've been working in ten shows long big fella so complete the moon boy you
sure pack them in I'll tell you sell more pictures than anybody in the show
I'm sure add up don't say your face did you ever look down from the cloud you
mean have I ever been high boy I'm high now I like the dark big fella there was a
woman talking they were talking yeah yes sure Sam what do you take me for a
chump well what do you think face makes me sick just to look at him but he's got
a pocket full of dough so last week I got a telegram from mama poor mama and
the mortgage and yesterday while he was looking at me up in the clouds I got
another handful of bucks maybe in a couple of weeks I can you all right so
you heard so what what are you staring at I don't like your face you heard me I
don't like your face I did you gave me a couple of laughs love love do you think
any woman can love a mug like yours it ain't a face it's a mug a pussy pan go
on beat it get out of here no more walks with me big fella I've had a belly full
of labs and I'm too hey hey hey what do you know stay away from me don't go on
beat it get out yeah get out as far as I could get out any place
anywhere any place any place anywhere get away get away get away get away get
away get away get away get away get away get away get away now we leave our the
devil and mr. o story of mr. freak for just a moment so mr. president what does
it mean to say love makes all things new again
love makes all things new again well you see somebody's down in the dumps that
means they're very sad I'd say I care about you and then they go why is that
well when a person knows somebody cares about him they just feel great they go
oh I see no that's the same thing love what's the same thing as love caring
about people well suppose there were two people down in the dumps mr. president
oh I just say I care about you I care about you then go suppose 200 million
Americans were down in the dumps mr. president I'd say I care about you I care
about you I care about you I care about you I care about you I care about you
love makes all things new again hey what was that another sound of love from the
Franciscans we return to our the devil and mr. o story of mr. freak
yard got away good and far away feels green a farm they didn't care what kind
of a face just work hard work work hour after hour sweat salt on my lips work
keep working and I couldn't think I couldn't think it was good I couldn't
think I'm thinking now done in my hand stop that thinking gun in my hand no
got to think up my life think about clearly think of that day she waved at me
was working bent over sun hot on my back grain thick around me filling the world
covering hiding me I straightened up something moving through the grain on the
road climbing the hill so far away could hardly tell what it was
shaded my eyes from the Sun I saw a woman on horseback no so small must be a
girl I saw her on wave at me I dropped in the
green I had the next day again standing in the green a tiny figure on horseback
waved at me I dropped in the green again no no more just the sky and the grain and
the work was all I wanted the next day in the next a girl on horseback riding far
off there in the road waving at me in the green waiting at me day after day and
one day I didn't drop in the grain I stood I waved back at her waving at me
because you couldn't see me see my face was pan mug in spite of myself one day I
I was hiding in the grain at the edge of the road waiting for her wanted to run
yet I stayed wanted to cover my eyes yet I looked looked with eyes as big as all
my loneliness horse knew I was there she didn't she started singing a little song
as she passed a song without meaning but warm as the Sun and I saw I saw her young
lovely young lovely the words tumbled over and over my head as I watched to
go by young lovely young lovely young love I began to see her face everywhere
in the green in the sky and at night in the dark
loveliest man in the world thinking of the loveliest face in the world I tried
to stop it I couldn't help it I couldn't the loneliness in me was a pain I
couldn't endure anymore
again and again I hid in the grain and watched to go by me just a quick moment
and then she was gone and I was left in loneliness again if she couldn't see my
face yes if she were blind I read a book like that somewhere woman never saw the
man she loved if she couldn't see me only know me as I am my voice my thoughts
my dreams ambitions if she couldn't see dangerous daydreams that brought me to a
gun in my hand but I was lonely I had nothing so I dreams of her blind not
knowing my face mother in heaven if she were only blind if she were only blind
wish father to the deed that day working in the grain looked up she was riding by
what's a really why so early a little hand waving at me then the rush of an
auto I ran the grain telling at me holding me back in the moment she was
in my arms help me I can't see I can't see can't see I dreamed it prayed it and
now I can see what have I done what have I done
concussion nerve block no no I have nothing to do with it just a thought I
don't really thought but now she couldn't see me as I was couldn't see me
couldn't see me you've been very kind to me mr. Martin
music everlasting music in my ears come here every day won't you
oh it's so good having you to talk to
you've made these wonderful days Paul
music everlasting music her voice being with her knowing her and she knowing
only that of me which had no ugliness
you've such a good mind Paul the best I've ever known I needed a mind like you
music I'm laughing Paul because you made me happy again you poor and I bless you
for happy days endless days quick silver days then the day Paul I've been waiting
for you I wanted to be here sooner the grain the grain it's a very tall and
bold now Paul remember how the grain used to keep us apart before I even knew
you I'd wave and the grain was between us and I never knew you is knowing me
important Paul do you know me now you're the only one I've wanted to be with do
you know me now Paul Paul listen to me I know you now better than I could if my
eyes were open and twice as wise as they ever could have been you're lovely and so
are you you know you've never seen me when people have talked together as much
as you and I every little hope and hurt dream plan don't they know more than if
they looked at things and what do you look like I know let me get I've sat
here in the dark and seen your face so many times before me my face yes let me
tell you it's a large Vero face a face that matches up with all the strength of
you strong straight mouth a firm chin skin brown yet soft straight nose it's
not too small it's not too large and then your eyes oh yes your eyes they're
large and dark and gentle gentle is the way of you poor well how close was I to
knowing you give me your hand no no I I don't want to touch your face you later
yes not now poor I want you to read me something read yes so strange we were
talking about faces when I have this book for you to read to me look do you
know the book poor Sarah note the key brave Cyrano de Bejarac you read the
play of course I I never had the my envy I wish I'd never read it so that I could
read hear it all over again please read it for me here start any place read poor
now lovestor tell her I do surmise a lot a hero in her eyes that was labray
Cyrano's friend now go on read Cyrano's speech nay shall I woo the loveliest
maid in France look at me friend with my poor big devil of a nose I dream even I
have walking is that being loving you love you read it with your heart poor he
was ugly all the rest of him was beauty just as no read Sarah knows lines and
I'll try to remember Roxanne she was the woman he loved and he never dared tell
her of his love because of his ugly read poor the top of the page Roxanne calls
sister oh sister read poor no call no one here
and you come back I should have gone away I long for harmony to end my day I
love you live in fairy tales long since the princess said that and the ugly
prince lost all his preenness in that sudden fun but see I finish as I was
begun I made you grief I I you made my bliss I lacked all woman's kindness even
this my mother found me ugly and I have no sister
this thing mark an ugly lad I shunned all women you became my friend one soft
gown brush my face before the end Oh you cry cry what is there to cry about
hey it's true there's no reason to cry just to play in life no man could be
such a fool goodbye goodbye no Paul don't I I haven't had a chance to tell you my
eyes an operation and I'll see you again that's why I didn't want to see your
face with my hand I'll see you with my eyes poor see you with my eyes see you
with my eyes see you again see you again see what a face to laugh at ugly as man
in the world face to dear that face to shout at but not to love not to love
never will I so long as I am master let beauty so divine meet such disaster
ugliness mark affection Cyrano read you a thousand times because she read you the
author gave you a paper nose but my ugliness is flesh and blood flesh and
blood to see to hate she'll never see me never never lift the muzzle press the
trigger trigger cold against my finger cold as death but life is colder thoughts
in my mind like a whirling circle
Paul where's the light you see it's been weeks I've been searching where's the
light for get me so dark in your hand oh I wasted too much time thinking oh my
dear forget me I tell you you knew me in the dark well now it's light for you and
I'm not meant for the light forget I want to know you in the light you're
ugliness yes I've known first when you cried with
Cyrano then I asked the others and they told but you don't know my face a thing
apart is my blindness was apart for me I love you
you love love you yes I love you you don't know but I will know turn on the
light Paul I'm not afraid turn on the light I love you live for me in fairy
tales long since the princess said that and the ugly prince lost all his
plainness in that sudden sun the play is ended the players Raymond Edward Johnson
and Anne Shepherd speaking of stories I've written a novel titled house on
fire you can get it I hope it's your local bookstore its publisher is Bartholomew
House but now let's talk about our next the devil in mr. o story after this word
hello this is Greg Morris you know some of the cases we saw on mission impossible
are like rolling off a log compared to the way things really are our courts are
full of kids caught in the trap of the judicial system lack of understanding
among ourselves has caused racial and cultural problems and some say the
traditional family structure is crumbling but the YMCA is doing something about
these issues the Y has recently adopted five national goals dealing with the
1970s and the years beyond these are goals dealing with eliminating personal
and institutional racism changing the conditions that foster alienation
delinquency and crime reducing health problems strengthening family structures
and joining people from other countries in building international understanding
learn about these projects for a better America and a better world at your local
YMCA remember you can't do it all and neither can the Y but together you can
help build a bridge to a better tomorrow this is mr. Owie game has there ever
been a poltergeist in your life I sincerely hope not you see poltergeist
is supposedly a restless ghost who tears and throws sometimes right at your own
head that's our play next time its title simply gravestone but that's next time
we meet
it is later than you think