I'm as Hot as a Pancake or: How to Solve Third World Debt

The third world — the small one — has — will have — problems. Like an opal on a bed of rice on a bed of flowers on a bed of ice, like all that — it's quite complex — and, confusing; it's hard to understand; you have to be strange and smart and — no one is. No one has any meanings to put forth or jangle over the slums like a key that glints with silence — with pitiful awe — and no one has a big enough beard or thick enough glasses or wide enough ankles to offer one, simple — brutal — compassionate — solution that will succeed or fail — or live in theory only like a whale. White, and other colours are for painting one's own town red — for breeding and buying small magazines in paper bags; for opening steak houses in Mid Western jungles; for barking up dogs. None know things at all — and no one can help themselves — but we can all rejoice in our chemists and smoking rooms and downstairs liberated adult bookshops. But the solution, when you think about it — when you think about it — is simple.

First, we need to discover — to find out — to feel — to check up on, and we need — require — enough rooms with enough white beard whites and sleepless nights — and then — like all spinning planets and stars — we'll have enough pure simplicity and nothing we'll break our doors — our feelings will bubble and sap in our laps and we'll find and discover and check and discover and see at last — see — our imaginary walls. Then we can lie low like street rats or alley cats and hang like flies over bins and around clergymen. And we'll grip and sow and hang heads low and overthrow and grow and greet the street and its flies and cats and rats and glowing eyes and meet with overflowing empires and suns and hats on business and sleet on seats and crows on sills and exchange pills with beds and slips of streams and dreams. And then — there — in the minds of men — to be replaced by the minds of wo-men — and the minds of other kinds we can't hope but find in the worst possible places — like where seas are parted — dearly depot — and dears and brought by elders.

So you see, it's not impossible.