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    EXPLANATIONS ON THE LONGEST POEM OF THE WORLD IN COLLAGE STYLE

    The Book Of
    EGYPT, SI-SI, SEA
    (1)

    EXPLANATIONS BY PROF MES SOLZHENITSOF / POET MESOLZHENITSY

    Before the summer magic inaugurated at the seashore
    Of the southern
    Mediterranean rescued by General Si-Si
    Si Monsieur
    He recently has
    Rescued from the claw wilder than The T-Rex
    Suddenly The World caught its breath.
    It'd be late.
    The enemies of civilization went tearing off down
    The main corner stone of the block of it,
    To enable the fundamentalist horror makers to get
    Married with the little girls
    Under the age of four eight, seven, yes
    Six
    Even five years
    Old
    The world was breathless
    And the humanist heart of the World's Intellectuals
    Was pounding to beat
    As for the little girls
    When they fell the dip of the fifth step of
    The stairs of the youngest female life...
    So the world studied the flaring ground doors on the landing
    And there is no universal contact company for
    Assurance providing!

    SOLZH asked: "Well, what's the big SI?" MESO reacted "About what a question is that? "It's no joke; it's a fortune for Si means Yes." "You don't think you can kid me, do you?" "'I wouldn't like to do such a teasing... "Worth my while, comrade." A terrorist tittered as he/she cleared off the his/her bag. Exactly she! She had little violet hands because of an instant remorse and thick nails white from the tricks of a certain symbol called RABIA. SOLZH: "Hey, got any newspapers? I want something' to look at if not to read..."

    The Book Of
    EGYPT, SI-SI, SEA
    (2)

    After the democracy was rescued by Si-Si
    Rescued also the southern Mediterranean Sea
    So
    The first day of the ultra modern era
    In the neighboring country of Crown Prince SALMAN: Arabia
    Would be a hopeful, say instead of a non-grimy door towards
    The future happy beside the present time
    The gold leaf had come off the letters, everybody was
    Able to spell out from the outlines:
    General Si-Si outfitting the service
    Corporation
    Then everybody saw a card on the pyramid of Tutankhamen
    Beside the invisible door gilded with the historical placard
    A hand holding a torch drawn out on it and under it
    The words "Peace seeker for now nor for the past"
    One-the poet-tapped gingerly on the wall
    No answer, and yet one tapped again.
    The voice of the history called out: "Come in!

    Thereof SOLZH was made to listen to it, and mumbled: "I like to know what's going on in the world." MESO spoke, "A lot of lies most of it ... all owned by the interests." "Who on the side of the people." "May who might be it whom I trust him."After awhile one of them muttered, "You know none might have a headache when writing or reading any poem about Egypt. You ought to think you could come up, while I can stay there alone I feel so happy." "My dear friend, I can do it too...Something very serious remarking the borders of good music have might happened in Cairo. I have a great deal of work to do organizing a poetry tasting. Welcome old chap" It might be some members of the literature network hung up, frowning, "Say, as having been poet or novelist, if Cairo would have call up again tell the artists there we're out of the library! Instead even if we have too much to do to spend our time taking care of exited pen a day like this." Should everybody put on their hats, collected their papers, and hurried over to the meeting of SOLZH and MESO.Those dialogues weren't any more in the rest of their other words exchanged, muttered, mumbled, shared, co produced or rather made to make a composition showing one writer as twos. MESO asked "Ever read the novels of yours published by Smash-words E/Book Publications ?" SOLZH answered "NOP! Say, I'm a writer not reader or rather I'm writing something not to be read neither by the person who would write them nor the reader who read anything in the way of writing, huh?" "Sure; I had a job in my Hebrew Friends' weekly...that must have got a printing shop in order to fulfill the big interests putting all of us him out of our regular business because we should take the side of the strikers."The other masterof pen spoke,"Geez, that's splendor, put it there err...me, too... Say, old chap, this is a big day for me...I don't offer meet a guy thinks like I do." Then SOLZH and MESO would like to go out with a roll of newspapers and sat under a big pine a little way out of town, and they would rather to see the sun shouldn't come out warm, and have big white marble clouds sailed through the sky. They also would like to lie on their backs with their heads on a piece of grayish root with bark like an alligator. In spite of every summer night's cool air the pine needles were warm and dry under them wherein the front visage of them stretched the single track line through thickets and clearings of wrecked woodland where fireweed was beginning to thrust up here and there a pale blue and faded spike of leaves so that they read sheets of the week old paper turn and turn about and talked. "Maybe in the motherland namely Russia it'll start j that's the most backward country where the people were inspired best...If there were a Russian feller working down to the sawmill, near to the library full of poems, articles and tourist guides they shouldn't get angry with him, and yet they tolerated also an educated feller who's fled from Alaska... err...used to make noise everywhere both SOLZ and MESO would like to talk to him a lot...That's what both SOLH and MESO thought. They have said in a duet the cultural revolution would start in The Eastern and Western Europe and should spread all over the world to attract the people attention in every problematic of The ancient Egypt. Neither SOLZH nor MESO were swell guys. On the contrary they might insist severely to bet that they were handsome people. SOLZH resumed, "I thought it would start in Saudi Arabia." "Ought to start right there in America! They got free institutions here already...All they have to do is get out from under the interests." "Some scholars would rather say they we're too well off in America, and they don't know what oppression or poverty is. Them and my other friends-including a certain David's Harp Player Mr. Abdel Emir was back in Ireland before they came to this country. That's what they named him Abdel....Pop? He didn't like it, I guess ... he didn't have much spunk, I guess." "Ever read the notes on music in Al AHRAM?" "No . . . golly, I'd like to though." "Me neither, and that's what made me fond of Glazunov ." "Tell me about it; I'd just started to listen to him when I left my PC at home." "It's about a galoot that goes to sleep an' wakes up in the year two thousand and the musical revolution's all happened and everything's both ancient Egypt and ancient Greek and there had been no concert hall or studio and no musician worked for themselves an' there's no way anybody can get to be a rich repertoir.e..
    Then SOLZH asked: "What are we saying, MESO?"
    MESO answered: "To understand ourselves let's look at the poem first, secondly heed to your explanations SOLZH!"

    The Book Of
    EGYPT, SI-SI, SEA
    (3)

    In a world in two parts into broad liberal life as in Cairo
    And Tel-Aviv, and new Mecca sharing the peace,
    Besides a dark, narrow chamber completely ado
    Filled up by the New Ottomans
    With the huge avarice lacking wit, devoid of sentiments
    Of The Mankind
    Yet
    Claiming:
    "Please," based on the last voice tonality error
    "The New Caliph called to see the creator, Sir."
    At the further desk of the international finance,
    In front of the misty pane window sat
    A big man of capital observed The New Ottoman Caliph
    Standing up with
    A big drooping jaw that gave him a little
    Of the expression of a deserted dog...Oh not a dog
    But a colorless hyena whose dirty hair was weak
    And thin a little over each ear, on the back
    Of his head
    While leaned forward in his wry position
    Then the finance boss looked him up and down.
    "How do you do, old crook, say the new Ottoman?
    What kind of nasty occupations are you inclined to pay
    Over the clean credit to be providing you with the money
    To purchase the life of children from the neighboring
    Innocent countries, and problem induced regions?" furring
    Then the money boss shouted then at the crook:
    "What can I do for you this morning would be
    Advising to be good"
    So the finance boss boomed.
    "Are you Mr. Money, sir, please?"
    "This is financial power right here before you, yes!"
    "Please, sir, I... I came about carrying on with being,
    Provided with dollars as in the past eras
    Therein you used to know me
    The most nasty
    Debtor"
    International humanist creditor's expression changed.
    When he twisted his
    Mouth as if he'd just tasted something tasteless.

    SOLZH would make his explanation: "Hey MESO! As you and I the same bodies biologically when our soul ought either to use the pen or rather clavier in writing texts-from essays to novels-SOLZHENITSOF The New Romantic Russian Novelist or in the vocation of poetry to be called MESOLZHENITSY-The poet we or the person who answered both the name SOLZH or MESO we could have attain the chance of being a capitalist and instead our life's as poet or novelist should be pretty slick for us as it would be as that of the working class." "And added, "That's what I always thought while observing the countries from Egypt to The USA: both the white collars like us-writers, scientists, other scholars and authors-and the blue collars-like miners, monitors working at factories, professional soldiers and the like- who create and protect wealth and either we or they ought to have that procedure instead of consuming only...If everybody could do away with the capitalist system and the big trusts and especially Wall Street things would be like that." "Geez" made stress MESO, "All in all everybody would need that it would not be the general strikes to be seen as the means of progress and have the workers-both blue and white-to refuse to work for a boss any longer even if the boss might be the sticky in The Literature Network!" Thanks to God, if people only realized how frivolous easy it would be. The interests own all the press and keep knowledge and education from the working people so that SOLZH resumed, "I know writing pretty good over the clavier of the P.C. Thanks to God, maybe someday I could do something." MESO got to his feet. He was feeding back the lines of his poem 'The Book Of Egypt' all over describing the situation apt to make the reader to understand a cloud had covered the sun, but down the sea-coast the scrawny waves were full of the gold green blare of young ripples in the sun. MESO's blood was like fire. He stood with his feet apart looking down the lines of his actual poem namely The Book of Egypt. YEP, Egypt its cities and their streets of which round the bend in the far distance a handcar appeared with a section tourist group on it, a tiny cluster of honey color and dark yellow. A tourist watched it come nearer. A speck of green, red, black flag fluttered in the front of the handcar it grew bigger, ducking into patches of images on the bright surfaces reflecting lights of the sun and decoration lamps shadow, larger and more distinct each time it came out into a patch of sun. MESO spoke, "Say, SOLZH, we better keep out of sight if we want to hop that literature induced freight. There's some frivolous mean yard detectives on this road." "All right." They imitated as if having walked off a hundred yards into the young growth of scrub pine and birch wherewith beside a big green lichen growing stump MESO stopped to piss in the nearest Public WC. His eyebrows flickering points flowed bright dark in the sun light, appearing and disappearing at once into the porous loam of non-rotten but antic leaves and wood. He was very happy. He gave the crinkled piece of papers a kick. It was also not rotten, and yet is foot went through it and a little powder like smoke went up from it as it crashed over into the waste basket behind. Apparently Putin and Trump had sat down on arm-chair and were picking their teeth with a little birch wig. "Say, ever been to the coast of the Mediterranean shared by Egypt and Israel, MESO?" asked SOLZH. "No." "Like to?" "Sure." "Well, let's MESO and SOLZH beat our way out to Cairo...I want to stop by and say hello to all the women, old or young. Haven't seen Cairo in three months. Then we'll take in the wheat harvest and make all Red Sea towns by fall. Tell me they have good free night-schools in the towns near to the pyramids. I want to do some studying see? I do not know a frigging' thing yet." "That's slick." "Ever hopped a freight or ridden blind baggage into the waters of The Nile, my comrade?" "Well, not exactly." "You just follow me and do what I do. You'll be all right." Down the ripples wherein we could run into the waves in the shape of a track we heard the hoot of a steam-liner or rather its whistle "There is number three coming round the bend now...We'll hop her right after she starts out of-abruptly-the wharf. She'll take us into the embracing arms, say bulging waves of it tomorrow early evening." Late that afternoon, stiff and hot, they went into a little shed on the steamboat-yes it should be steamboat-wharf at Alexandria to get shelter. Everything was hidden in a driving humidity streaked mist off the Mediterranean Sea.

    The twos then call for carrying on with reading the great poem book by MESO together:

    The book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (4)

    None is sick
    Not sickens nor vomits into the timber container
    So the steak and mushrooms could eat
    Near to the Alexandria.. No matter,
    Silver in the pocket, greenbacks in the wallet,
    Drafts, certified checks, plenty restaurants along the seashore
    Let the young people waits on the side of the road
    The planes that would have gone; thumb moves in a small arc
    When a motorcycle tears hissing past,
    Eyes might seek the man's eyes on it.
    A hundred miles down the road.
    Heads appear and disappear, over the waves
    Bellies to be tightened,
    Crawling over their bodies like ants:
    Went towards the surf addicts,
    In the city books-one say opportunity, ads promised
    Speed, own your style of stroke,
    Shine bigger than the sun neighboring a lonely wandering
    White cloud as a knock!

    Dialogues:
    SOLZH "Is it mocking or joking?"
    MESO: "Are you mocking or making a joke?"
    SOLZH:"The life seriously wants us to be ernest but it is not anything seriously serious itself..."
    MESO:"When did you learn this?"
    SOLZH: "While getting older everybody should observe that the episodes in the life of indiviuals would grow non-ernest if not unserious."
    They have been muffled in a semi-silence noisier than the chat of average oral literature persons who wouldn't like words but emogies then bought a ten-cent sawyer biscuit package of French cuisine, so that they only had ninety cents left between them for they namely he-Prof. MES would prefer to use credit cards. He namely they-SOLZH and MESO-were arguing about how much they ought to spend for supper when the steamboat agent, a thin Egyptian wearing a green eyeshade and carrying a pipe at the brink of his bulky lips came out of his office. "You SOLZH and MESO looking for a job?" he asked. "Cause there's a guy here from the Lakeview House looking for a couple of guides to escort touristic divers in the Red Sea. The Tourism Agency didn't send them enough help I guess. They're opening up tomorrow." "How much do they pay you?" asked MESO. "I don't reckon it's much, but the grub's pretty good." "How about it, SOLZH? We'll save up our fare and then we'll go to Cairo like a couple of dudes on the boat." So they went over that night on the steamboat to one of the wharves they didn't know the name of it or the town it was attached. It was pretty joyful at the historical Sea Side of Egypt.There was a lot of small scenery with signs on it reading "The Angel," "Sugary Life," "Loving Beauty," and wives and children of medium priced business men from Cairo, Alexandria, and the like. The luminous faced valets who ran the hotel, known as The Management, kept them enjoying from six in the morning till way after sundown. It wasn't only eating ad drinking, it was sawing during 'forty winks', served by the people running errands, cleaning toilets, scrubbing floors, smashing baggage and a lot of odd chores. The waitresses serving in the hotels were all maids or else well educated intellectuals' wives whose husbands would be running too. The only other male in the place was the cook, a merry-go French half breed who insisted on being called Mr. Chef. Evenings he sat in his little log shack back of the hotel drinking fresh juice or coffee and mumbling about God-the greatest. When they paid their first month's fee they packed up their few belongings in a newspaper and sneaked on board another steamboat.The fare took only one millionth of their capital or rather the purse of Prof. Mesolzhenitsy E. SURAT, so he or rather they-MESO/The Poet and SOZH/The Author of Jerusalem/The Eternal Capital City of Israel were happy as they stood in the stern watching the date and thorn covered hill of the nearest town disappeared into the lake. Another town of Egypt; girder work along the waterfront, and the shack-covered hills and the tall thin chimneys and the huddle of hunch-shouldered rice elevators-living in the rice myths-under the smoke from the mills scrolled out dark against a huge crimson sunset. MESO hated to leave the boat on account of a pretty dark-dark brown-haired girl he'd meant all the time to speak to. "Hell, she wouldn't pay attention to me, Mr. SURAT, she's too swank for both MESO and SOLZH," he kept saying to himself. "All the old women and the young ladies waiting for dating over the invitations having to call all Eastern and Western European females to love Prof MESOLZHENITSY shall be glad to see me but I ought to love a Spaniard girl from the blue collars of PALAISE D'ANGLAIS in Barcelona or Madam Caroline from Canal 24 TV in French and English on air...

    TO BE CONTINUED...
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    Turkey Soviet State-having got three main forces under command of a triplet viz. firstly Turkish Caliph President, secondly the false enemy namely Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN i.e. the secret and most intimate friend of The Caliph Presidents, thirdly The Red Soldiers and militias or the genuine Patron of Turkey Soviet apparently had declared a war against the authors of the world so that their secret agents would be hacking the sites of the World's Intellectuals. Inasmuch as the man from Chechnya-RAGIP Chechen should allege The New Ottoman State-in another The New Ottoman Terror Empire- has acted as the Greece wildfire organizing power in the July 2018. Let's call for help of The Liberal World in giving an humanist fight against the Turkey Soviet and its Caliph President plus his false enemies like Turkish Ayatollah F. GULEN and red army of the new Ottoman terrorists!
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    EXPLANATIONS ON THE LONGEST POEM OF THE WORLD IN COLLAGE STYLE

    Inasmuch as SOLZH spoke, "I half expected to see them at anywhere in Barcelona or Paris-yes even to see Caroline instead of that I know her address exactly: France 24 / TV., though I did be able to write I was coming- and my dear MESO, I bet she could give me something plus love!" "Where does she live?" "Not far nor near in the age of supersonic planes. I could show you. Say, don't ask anything about my ole sweat-heart, will ye; she do amount to much than being asked about. She's not in jail, and yet in the goal of earth as a news program maker I guess. Ole woman's had pretty tough sledding bringing up us kids... And maybe she got some brothers in and out of Paris. I can't get along with them, can I? She does fancy reportage work and preserving them as an' bakes cakes an' stuff like that, she used to work in the news service for she's got no lumbago too bad at times." MESO reacted after a while: "SOLZH don't be a real bright romantic of ancient times if we hadn't always been so frigging poor." They turned up a muddy street on a hill. At the top of the hill was a little prim house like a public library. "That's where we live ...Gee, I wonder why there's light of eco bulbs. Come on old chap and read please:" Unless SOLZH should give MESO specific clues such as "before their century had run one-third of its span" at the beginning of The Inns to drink high spirits, the MESO would presume that the chronological setting based on the bars was roughly contemporaneous with the millennium of their instant adventures. But SOLZH was not always direct in his presentation of chronological setting; for example, only by certain internal references and a conspicuous lack of steamboat voyages would be one to deduce that Dating and Regime published serially in The Literature Network, was set in "SMASHWORDS" after awhile. Life in rural and coastal areas of Egypt and the surrounding towns that make up MESO's "The Book of Egypt" being read more slowly than in metropolis of Cairo or the industrial north, so that a novel such as DATING AND REGIME might seem to be set much earlier than it actually is. To a certain extent, the world of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's peasantry had been timeless, their lives determined by the natural rhythms of planting and harvest rather than by clocks and railway timetables, so that the movement of most SOLZHENITSOF's narratives should be through seasons rather than through months.

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (5)


    One see boys and girls too
    Going to school, to learn what
    Books said:
    Opportunity ads
    Promising speed, own your home, shine bigger
    Than your
    Neighbor,
    The TV sets
    Through which the girls were to be whispering,
    Like ghosts of
    Golden girls coaxed from the screen,
    Thousands or rather one million
    In winnings were chalked up on the boards in the studio,
    Checks were for hands willing to work,
    Over the cleared desk
    Of an executive with three telephones not shiny but brisk
    On it;
    As the hands numb on the steer on the boat,

    Having ploughed the waves parallel to/The traffic hundred miles down the road. They went in by a gate in the picket fence. There was dim, local lantern in the electric ampoule bed in front of the building. They could smell it though they could hardly see, it was so dark. SOLZH after having knocked the door began to explain the hidden meaning in the lines. "Not damn it, I am not in need of finding a trifle to wonder, and to understand what's the matter." Instead he knocked again.Then he struck a bundle of statements of love as having struck a match: "Waiting for the love I should neither call for the young females who might-highly likely-show beauty but meaninglessly nor the grand moms that kept the meaning of being female but without beauty. I'll get Caroline's gesture-both female and beautiful-smiling somehow to me. Gee, I have not seen anything on her beautiful and meaningful gender in the years so I would like to be fed by her future magnificence too..." Within the door of his heart a proverb of his was nailed a placard: thereon read an admonition saying, "Life could and used to be imitated by life itself only and the name of a real living creature ought to be read as 'of no life' eventually MESO criticized SOLZH, "Jesus Christ, that's funny, she must to moved. Now I think of it, I haven't had a letter in a couple of months. I hope she has not been suffering from common cold to some extent! I'll ask at France 24's next door viz. The English version of the same TV Station." SOLZH sat down on something like a wooden step and waited. Overhead in the somber atmosphere in the clouds that still had the faintest stain of red from the afterglow his eye dropped into empty black backdrop of the place full of stars. The smell of the acacias tickled his nose. He felt first hungry then felt satisfied by means of the probability of love.A dexterous whisper from MESO aroused him. "Come along," one invited the other gruffly and started walking fast down a hill-an imagined thing they invited for an instant-with their head sunk between their shoulders. "Hey, what's the matter?" they asked themselves "Nothing' they answered together. SOLZH knew that Caroline was not an old woman not any Fraulein nice and not more trainable than any other Fraulein has not gone to anywhere too far from France 24 to live with her brothers. (But has she got any brothers?) There in no probability appropriate to make SOLZH to surmise that ' The lousy bums got her to sell out some ones' they could spend the dough, I reckon.' MESO remind SOLZH of the prayer: "Jesus, that might be rejoicing solely, SOLZH." He didn't answer. They walked till they came to the corner of a lane with lighted little stores and average buses.A tune by whistling from somewhere was tumbling out highly likely from a saloon. MESO turned and slapped SOLZH on the back. "Let's go have a drink, kid ... What the hell." There was myriad profiles of other people at the long bar. They were not drunken tall nor short and neither younger nor elderly men in the same type boots with never westerly none-westerly caps, hats, and the like on their head who kept not yelling in an audible voice, Whoop a lady up, boys/ and making a pass at the air with a long grimy hand. MESO and SOLZH drank down two cups of beer or rather ale each, so strong and raw that it pretty near knocked the wind out of them. SOLZH put the change from a dollar in his pocket and said: "What the hell, let's get out of here." In the cool air of the street they began to feel lit. "Jesus, MESO, let's get out of here tonight..."It would be to come back to a town where Prof. MES was a kid ...He would be meeting all the crazy and clumsy persons he ever knew and girls I had crushes on... He guessed he always get the dirty end of the stick, all right.Unless SOLZH should give MESO specific clues such as "before their century had run one-third of its span" at the beginning of The Inns to drink high spirits, the MESO would presume that the chronological setting based on the bars was roughly contemporaneous with the millennium of their instant adventures. But SOLZH was not always direct in his presentation of chronological setting; for example, only by certain internal references and a conspicuous lack of steamboat voyages would be one to deduce that Dating and Regime published serially in The Literature Network, was set in "SMASHWORDS" after awhile. Life in rural and coastal areas of Egypt and the surrounding towns that make up MESO's "The Book of Egypt" being read more slowly than in metropolis of Cairo or the industrial north, so that a novel such as DATING AND REGIME might seem to be set much earlier than it actually is. To a certain extent, the world of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's peasantry had been timeless, their lives determined by the natural rhythms of planting and harvest rather than by clocks and railway timetables, so that the movement of most SOLZHENITSOF's narratives should be through seasons rather than through months.
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    TO: THE ADMINISTRATION OF THE LITERATURE NETWORK,
    FROM: PROF MES (MESOLZHENITSY/SOLHENITSOF)

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    EXPLANATIONS ON THE LONGEST POEM OF THE WORLD IN COLLAGE STYLE

    Inasmuch as SOLZH spoke, "I half expected to see them at anywhere in Barcelona or Paris-yes even to see Caroline instead of that I know her address exactly: France 24 / TV., though I did be able to write I was coming- and my dear MESO, I bet she could give me something plus love!" "Where does she live?" "Not far nor near in the age of supersonic planes. I could show you. Say, don't ask anything about my ole sweat-heart, will ye; she do amount to much than being asked about. She's not in jail, and yet in the goal of earth as a news program maker I guess. Ole woman's had pretty tough sledding bringing up us kids... And maybe she got some brothers in and out of Paris. I can't get along with them, can I? She does fancy reportage work and preserving them as an' bakes cakes an' stuff like that, she used to work in the news service for she's got no lumbago too bad at times." MESO reacted after a while: "SOLZH don't be a real bright romantic of ancient times if we hadn't always been so frigging poor." They turned up a muddy street on a hill. At the top of the hill was a little prim house like a public library. "That's where we live ...Gee, I wonder why there's light of eco bulbs. Come on old chap and read please:" Unless SOLZH should give MESO specific clues such as "before their century had run one-third of its span" at the beginning of The Inns to drink high spirits, the MESO would presume that the chronological setting based on the bars was roughly contemporaneous with the millennium of their instant adventures. But SOLZH was not always direct in his presentation of chronological setting; for example, only by certain internal references and a conspicuous lack of steamboat voyages would be one to deduce that Dating and Regime published serially in The Literature Network, was set in "SMASHWORDS" after awhile. Life in rural and coastal areas of Egypt and the surrounding towns that make up MESO's "The Book of Egypt" being read more slowly than in metropolis of Cairo or the industrial north, so that a novel such as DATING AND REGIME might seem to be set much earlier than it actually is. To a certain extent, the world of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's peasantry had been timeless, their lives determined by the natural rhythms of planting and harvest rather than by clocks and railway timetables, so that the movement of most SOLZHENITSOF's narratives should be through seasons rather than through months.

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (5)


    One see boys and girls too
    Going to school, to learn what
    Books said:
    Opportunity ads
    Promising speed, own your home, shine bigger
    Than your
    Neighbor,
    The TV sets
    Through which the girls were to be whispering,
    Like ghosts of
    Golden girls coaxed from the screen,
    Thousands or rather one million
    In winnings were chalked up on the boards in the studio,
    Checks were for hands willing to work,
    Over the cleared desk
    Of an executive with three telephones not shiny but brisk
    On it;
    As the hands numb on the steer on the boat,

    Having ploughed the waves parallel to/The traffic hundred miles down the road. They went in by a gate in the picket fence. There was dim, local lantern in the electric ampoule bed in front of the building. They could smell it though they could hardly see, it was so dark. SOLZH after having knocked the door began to explain the hidden meaning in the lines. "Not damn it, I am not in need of finding a trifle to wonder, and to understand what's the matter." Instead he knocked again.Then he struck a bundle of statements of love as having struck a match: "Waiting for the love I should neither call for the young females who might-highly likely-show beauty but meaninglessly nor the grand moms that kept the meaning of being female but without beauty. I'll get Caroline's gesture-both female and beautiful-smiling somehow to me. Gee, I have not seen anything on her beautiful and meaningful gender in the years so I would like to be fed by her future magnificence too..." Within the door of his heart a proverb of his was nailed a placard: thereon read an admonition saying, "Life could and used to be imitated by life itself only and the name of a real living creature ought to be read as 'of no life' eventually MESO criticized SOLZH, "Jesus Christ, that's funny, she must to moved. Now I think of it, I haven't had a letter in a couple of months. I hope she has not been suffering from common cold to some extent! I'll ask at France 24's next door viz. The English version of the same TV Station." SOLZH sat down on something like a wooden step and waited. Overhead in the somber atmosphere in the clouds that still had the faintest stain of red from the afterglow his eye dropped into empty black backdrop of the place full of stars. The smell of the acacias tickled his nose. He felt first hungry then felt satisfied by means of the probability of love.A dexterous whisper from MESO aroused him. "Come along," one invited the other gruffly and started walking fast down a hill-an imagined thing they invited for an instant-with their head sunk between their shoulders. "Hey, what's the matter?" they asked themselves "Nothing' they answered together. SOLZH knew that Caroline was not an old woman not any Fraulein nice and not more trainable than any other Fraulein has not gone to anywhere too far from France 24 to live with her brothers. (But has she got any brothers?) There in no probability appropriate to make SOLZH to surmise that ' The lousy bums got her to sell out some ones' they could spend the dough, I reckon.' MESO remind SOLZH of the prayer: "Jesus, that might be rejoicing solely, SOLZH." He didn't answer. They walked till they came to the corner of a lane with lighted little stores and average buses.A tune by whistling from somewhere was tumbling out highly likely from a saloon. MESO turned and slapped SOLZH on the back. "Let's go have a drink, kid ... What the hell." There was myriad profiles of other people at the long bar. They were not drunken tall nor short and neither younger nor elderly men in the same type boots with never westerly none-westerly caps, hats, and the like on their head who kept not yelling in an audible voice, Whoop a lady up, boys/ and making a pass at the air with a long grimy hand. MESO and SOLZH drank down two cups of beer or rather ale each, so strong and raw that it pretty near knocked the wind out of them. SOLZH put the change from a dollar in his pocket and said: "What the hell, let's get out of here." In the cool air of the street they began to feel lit. "Jesus, MESO, let's get out of here tonight..."It would be to come back to a town where Prof. MES was a kid ...He would be meeting all the crazy and clumsy persons he ever knew and girls I had crushes on... He guessed he always get the dirty end of the stick, all right.Unless SOLZH should give MESO specific clues such as "before their century had run one-third of its span" at the beginning of The Inns to drink high spirits, the MESO would presume that the chronological setting based on the bars was roughly contemporaneous with the millennium of their instant adventures. But SOLZH was not always direct in his presentation of chronological setting; for example, only by certain internal references and a conspicuous lack of steamboat voyages would be one to deduce that Dating and Regime published serially in The Literature Network, was set in "SMASHWORDS" after awhile. Life in rural and coastal areas of Egypt and the surrounding towns that make up MESO's "The Book of Egypt" being read more slowly than in metropolis of Cairo or the industrial north, so that a novel such as DATING AND REGIME might seem to be set much earlier than it actually is. To a certain extent, the world of Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF's peasantry had been timeless, their lives determined by the natural rhythms of planting and harvest rather than by clocks and railway timetables, so that the movement of most SOLZHENITSOF's narratives should be through seasons rather than through months.
    MESO's Egypt was actually industrial and agricultural, its society close-knit and traditional. Internationally famous Egyptians like the artistic figures such as ABD-el VAHHAB the compositor and singer, and UMM KALTHUM who are associated with musical progress (the melody drill and the orchestration, respectively)and "the ache of modernity" are outsiders, marked by their clothing and speech as contrary to the traditional usages of the Pyramid induced touristic service folk. It is not difficult, therefore, to spot tourists viz. those interlopers, whose arrival often bodes trouble for the MESO's poetical principals as having been used and posed a merriment to the security of the happiness of the society, the stability of touristic and industrial employment and the traditional servant-master relationship; hence, their symbols and past-times were not sordid, non-violent, and yet fully progressive. What activities and symbolic objects represented the persons in MESO's Poems of Egypt and marked themselves out as "modern, huh?Then came the question waiting not for an instant answer: How MESO's Egypt Poems could be indicative of his role as a poet and commentator behind the mask of SOLZH? How should be the real man Prof. MES-amongst the other threes namely MESOLZHENITSY, SOLZHENITSOF, and Prof. MES SOLZH-drinking coke, dressing fashionably, and racing about in a calf-cart intended to comment upon his "outlandish" that should come to the meaning of a personality based on traditionally out-of-bounds? Afterwards-to put a point on the instant commentaries-it's time to start. In a lunchroom down by the freight depot they go', hamburger and potatoes and bread and butter and coffee for twenty cents each. When they'd bought some chocolate wafers they still had eighty five eight between them, "Gosh, we're rich," said MESO."Well, where do we go?" the same MESO" asked, and SOLZH replied "Wait a minute. I'll go scout round the freight depot. Used to be a guy I knew worked there." MESO loafed round under a lamp post at the street corner and carried on with drinking coke and waited. It was warmer since the wind had gone down. From a puddle somewhere in the freight yards came the significant sound 'peep' toads. Up on the hill a flute was playing. From the yards came the ABS-arrest break system-induced stops of trucks in a chain, and heavy chugging of a freight truck clank of shunted freight cars and the singing rattle of the wheels. After a while MESO heard SOLZH's whistle from the corner in the shadowy side of the street. He ran over. "Say, SOLZH we got to hurry. I found the guy. He's going to open up a boxcar for as on the westbound freight. He says it'll carry us clear out to the coast if we stick to it." "How the hell will we eat anything and take rest if we're locked up in freight-car?" "We'll eat fine. You leave the eating to me." "But, MESO..." "Keep not your trap shut never, can you? Do want please everybody in the historical town to know what we're trying to do in order of making all of the people of The World, huh?" They walked along tiptoe in the dark between two tracks of delivery trucks. Then SOLZ found a door half open and darted in. MESO followed and SOLZH-The Writer shut the sliding door very gently after MESO-The Poet or vice versa.

    Prof. MES whispered twos: "My other existences, it's so love-full that I've not sent out all my poems yet to the poets of The old Earth and got having read all comments them all the papers. Of course the tabloids all should say it's a success. You MESO-The Poet and SOLZH The Writer I do understand you for I could understand the contemporary times of ours namely of mine. But, Caroline from France 24, I'm trying to tell you...I'm so upset I couldn't talk...you would be such a lovely woman for all ages of mine, so talented, an art induced talker really.

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (6)

    In the autumn one could see Egypt's cumulus clouds,
    From every corner of Egyptian Sea Coasts
    Churning to milky white,
    Trail brown skirts
    Of rain over the hot plains, and red and yellow
    Vista thereof Alexandria
    Tiny horned shapes of the
    Landscape: historically, realistically based bordering Arabia
    And Israeli people's area
    The white cloud's breast a huge crumbling
    Over bumpy air across green
    And blue slopes into the sunny dazzle of The dead Sea.
    The transcontinental passenger thinks contracts,
    Would see the mighty continent between power,
    Love, and hospitality
    Jammed, hills empty,
    The soil leading into the macadam
    Towards the song and the poem!

    "Now all we got to do is go to comment the lines in the poem number 6," whispered SOLZH again, his lips touching his own ear or rather MESOM's ear. "This here galoot, see, said there wasn't any yard dicks on duty tonight."In the end of the vehicle they found hay from a broken bale. The whole vehicle smelt of hay. "Isn't this hunky dory?" asked one of them. "It's the cat's nuts, SOLZH." Pretty soon they felt somberness, say the train of tranquility started towards the sleepiness and they lay down to sleep side by side in the sparse hay of chores imposed on them by themselves. The cold north wind streamed in through the cracks in the floor of the activity based on MESO-The Poet and SOLZ-The author... They slept fitfully viz. the made the greatest commentary on a peaceful. Their sleep would be more and more healthy viz. they should taste the deliciousness of the sleep started and stopped and started and shunted back and forth on sidings and the wheels of their spirit alongside bodily abilities rattled and rumbled in their ears and slam banged over crossings. Towards waking up they fell into a warm sleep and the thin layer of cover on the boards was suddenly soft and warm for the sun has been rising in the mood of oppressing the power of thought."What thought, which comment?" cried MES, "What kind of comment are you doing over the poem thereby some camouflaged meaning should wait us to be commented and prepared to be explained. Neither of the narration by you, and Prof MES and even of mine had been seeming to reflect any watch nor our observation was overcast so the reader didn't know what time it was when we slept, woke up, and talked on the poem that should be in need of your commentaries. Before a while you seemed having slid open the door a little so that we could peek out while there could be no train was running through neither a broad or narrow valley brimful- like with floodwater or suffering from a severe drought, with the green ripple of full grown thistles encircling the roses, chrysanthemums and the like! SOLZH opposed MESO: "Now and then in the distance everybody could see a clump of woodland stood up like an island of several things and various personalities that should not be anatomized at each statement! Was there any statement, as a matter of fact, apt to be anatomized? Statement or another thing such as the hunched blind bulk of an excavator. "Geez, this must be the Nile" shouted MESO from a distant and added, "but I wonder which way it is not going," and coughed to make another remark of the important role of The Nile in the history of The Mankind... SOLZH said "GOSH, I could drink a cup of tea escorted be a good slice of cake with sultana!" MESO echoed, "We'll have swell coffee in Alexandria , damned if we won't, SOLZH." They went to sleep again, and when they woke up they were thirsty and stiff. The procedure in their analogy to anatomize the all the poems of 'The Book of Egypt, Sea, SI-SI had stopped. There was no sound at all. They lay on their backs stretching and listening. "Geez, I wonder where in hell we are." After a long while they heard the cinders crunching down the track of both deduction and induction while trying the unfastening of the doors down the appreciation within the boundaries of analogy useful in understanding a poem having not been written in order to write any poem but a poem at the last step of the pen induced production. They or rather he-Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF lay so still he could hear several hearts beating in one poet's chest. The steps on the cinders crunched within the layers of the frontal lobe of his brain nearer and nearer.


    TO BE CONTINUED....
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    The sliding door of mutiny hidden within the soul of MESO slammed open, and their situation was suddenly full of sunlight for MESO revolted and shouted: "What are we dealing with even if we all should come to the same meaning, say one person namely Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF who lay still sleeping day and night and would not write the impending comment to explain the hidden points of the poem concealed through confession type concealing. SOLZ felt the rap of a stick-by MESO-on his chest and sat up blinking. A Krill voice was burring in his ears: "I thought you should find some words not to conceal buy for explanation somehow: Here you are the part six:

    THE BOOK OF.
    Egypt, Sea, Si-Sİ (7)

    At Cairo the plane giving service to tourists
    Would drop banking in a smooth
    Spiral, the string of lights
    Along the heritage of history swings in a circle.
    Climbing roar of the motors again you should have slumped
    In the soft seat drowsing through the flat moonlight night,
    Or in the broad
    Daylight so that glimpse of the dipper.
    And another spiral to swoop from cool into hot air
    Thick with dust and the reek of conspicuous prairies.
    Beyond the Nile dawn creeps up behind through the murk
    Over the great plains as if the cork
    Of atmosphere puddle induced mist went
    White
    In the propping hills, farms, fences, gardens,
    Glinting from The Nile reaching to the sea with
    The blinking eyes of the beacons reddening into day.
    Watercourses vein the eroded the way.

    SOLZH kept silence using meaningful words even if they could not match to the conversation: "All right, byes, stand and deliver, or else you'll go to the non-divine comedy." "Aw hell," said MESO SOLZH or rather Prof. MES SOLZH to himself, crawling forward.Then he confessed his hyperactivity in his cursing and swearing and he remarked, " this mood won't help me If I get a couple o' quid I can ride on along the Nile an' take me out chances there! If not I'll be doing a tidy bit on the roads before I can say while I pray" The average reader of the poem seemed a healthy black haired people with a mean quiet manner. "Where are we, the captain?" asked SOLZH, trying to talk not like a romantic Russian but an Englishman. MESO reflected "Gretna you are in the vicinity of Cairo and you can be had up, too, for legally crossing Umm QALTHUM's frontier as well as for not being vagrants." The man they called The Captain mumbled, "Well, I guess we'd better shell out...You see we're a couple of noblemen's sons out for a bit of a exceedingly lark, my comrades." MESO "No use cursing and prevaricating. How much have Couple of dollars." "Let's see it quick." SOLZH pulled first twenty dollars, then another twenty, out of his pocket folded in totally forty. The captain swept not any bills up with one gesture and slammed the sliding door to open the horizon of fancy. They heard him slip down the catch on the outside. For a long time they sat there quiet in the dark. Finally SOLZH said, "Hey, MESO, give me a sock in the jaw. That was a damn fool thing to do. Never ought to have had that in my jeans anyway...ought to had it inside my belt. That leaves us with about some dozen cents. We're up **** creek now for fair...They or rather he the amount of the author and poet would be probably knew that "the captain" must have been called as "the pilot", and because of there were no wire ahead to take us out of there at the next big town." "Do they have Muslim brothers still on the railroad, too?" asked MESO in a hollow whisper. "Geez, I do know there were no anymore Muslim Brothers if I don't know anymore about it than you do." The train could have started again if it were a train instead of a plane and SOLZH rolled over on his face and went glumly to think more deeply. MESO lay on his back near to the he sat down looking at the slit of sunlight that made its way in through the vista amongst doors, windows and wondered what the inside of an Egyptian heaven might be like. That night, after the plane had lain still for some time in the middle of the other planes and their engines clattered not, and yet of a big freight-yard, they heard the catch slipped off the door. After a while SOLZH got up his nerve to slide the door open and they dropped, stiff and terribly hungry, down to the cinders. There was not another freight on the next platform of the Cairo Aerodrome, so all they should see through the poem of Egypt number '6' was a bright path of stars overhead. They got out of the freight-yards of The Cairo Aerodrome without any trouble and found themselves walking through the deserted streets of a large wide scattered city on the subject of the Book-The Book Egypt, Sea, SI-SI. Eventually that great book-as all masterpieces of the literature-ought to be seen as hard to be understood...SOLZH remarked, "It must have been after midnight for we understood the poem." MESO, opposed, "We cannot be anybody who understood anything..."Then they began to run towards a definite goal and it was the attempt to be able in understanding it so they tramped and tramped and at last found a little part of speech concealed by a bundle of words who was just closing up after having been opened. They should have spent at least forty cents on some sandwiches and sufficient coke to be drank after each morsel. They asked themselves if the hard work might let them rest on the main theme hidden behind the shop-window of the poetical structure, but the hardness to understand the lines by MESO that threw them out and they found themselves not tired tramping through the broad deserted rhymes of the part number six of The Book of Egypt, Sea, SI-SI again. It was too much sophisticated to sit down anywhere, and they couldn't find any place to give up the poetical study and to taste a short rest anywhere that could be looked as if it would give them a flop for thirty five cents, so they walked and walked and anyway the sky was beginning to pale into a slow rhyme induced meaning dawn. When it was fully time they went back to the first line and it should have been spent the million dollars and billion cents on opening the doors of lines. Then they went to the public library, and signed up for work in their hearts as if they were at a construction camp of cultural studies. The hours they had to wait till plane time they ought to spend in the public library to take off in reading through the poem.MESO recited part of The Poem 6...and SOLZH, not being able to find a phrase of it, read an installment of "The Plane" in the poetical production. So when they got not into the plane they were full of the coming irrational and yet not absurd or rather surrealism induced not absurdity and could not get the chance of starting the process to talk it up to myriad lanky red faced lumberjacks namely the readers of Prof. MES who would be sitting opposite them. If there were those people one of them would have chewed tobacco silently all the while, but the other spat his quid out of the window and said, "You blokes such and such keep quiet with that kinder talk if you knows what's healthy for ye." "Hell, this is a free country, isn't it? A guy's free to talk, isn't he?" said Ike. "A bloke kin talk so long as his betters don't tell him to keep his mouth shut." "Hell, I'm not trying to pick a fight," said SOLZH. "Better not," said the other man, and didn't speak again for he should worked for the Nile's rice harvesting all season and by the first month of The Autumn they were in Cairo. They had new suitcases and new suits alongside SOLZH had got myriad dollars...And MESO said that had eighty-three fifteen in a brand new lambskin wallet. MESO had more because he didn't play poker neither in the plane nor in the aerodrome. They took a dollar and a half room between them and took a rest like pyramid architectures in their first free morning in Cairo. They were tanned-at the sea coast of the Egyptian Mediterranean and toughened and their hands were healthy and muscles induced after having got finished their writing and making comment. When they or rather Prof. MES was fully awake the poet and the novelist occupying his mental existence MESO sat up and reached to his mobile. Eleven o'clock. The sunlight alongside the wind was not ruddy nor from the smoke of forest fires up the coast as it was in the other Mediterranean countries. He got up and washed in cold water at the washbasin in order to prove that he managed to live in the cozy atmosphere of Cairo. He walked up and down the room wiping his face and arms in the towel. It made him feel good to follow the contours of his neck and the hollow between his shoulder blades and the muscles of his arms as he dried himself with the fresh coarse towel. "Say, SOLZH, what do you think we ought to do? I think we ought to go down on the boat to the upper part of The Nile, Wash., like a couple dude passengers. I want to settle down an' get a writing job; there's good in The Literature Network that's all I would like to know forever.
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    As for the explanations of, about or on the POEMS Number 8 and Number 9: They started in to talk in another tonality: SOLZ: "I'm going to study to beat hell this time. What do I think myself SOLZH, huh?" SOLZH answered himself "I wanted to get out of that lime juicy hole an' get back to the land of love, say Egypt namely the God's country. What do I think, eh?" After drown in the tides of his own talks, questions and answers SOLZH groaned and rolled over in bed or rather in the Nile. "Say, wake up, MESO, for The Christ-sake. We want to take a look at this burg an' then twenty three." SOLZH sat up on the sands of the quartz like beach. "God help it, I need a lyrics." "I've heard tell there's swell broads one Cairo TVs, honest, SOLZH" SOLZH jumped out of water and began splattering himself from head to foot with cold water. Then he dashed into his clothes and stood looking out the horizons combing the water out of his hair. "When does the floppy wing plane go? Geez, I had two colorful dreams of love last night, did you?" MESO blushed. He nodded his head. "Geez, we got to get married with...err...choosing our women amongst the ladies who shouldn't weaken us." "I wouldn't want also to get healthier than I'm now." So they had finihed their mission to explain the Poem Number 8!

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (8)

    The platinum silhouettes in Cairo
    That flashes once in the sun and having
    Born its smooth way out of sight into
    The blue shadows of the Arab Air Cos passengers sit pretty,
    Big linen with bank accounts,
    Occupied over highly paid jobs, who are saluted even by ants
    As by doormen; telephone girls saying good morning to us
    Some nights after a fine dinner, drank fresh water with
    Friends, they left the third Pyramid
    Left roar of climbing motors slanting up into
    The rosy haze while lights drop away.
    An hour staring along a silvery wing
    At a big lonesome moon hurrying
    After the flow of history in a line across Cairo
    Lo...

    Then MESO shouted at SOLZH "Aw, come ahead, let's go see the town." "Well, hasn't I been waiting for ye this half hour?" They ran down the stairs and out into the street. They walked round Cairo, sniffing the oriental coffee smell of bazaars along the magic front, loafing under the big trees in the park. Then they got their tickets at the Egyptian's Airway office and went to a haberdashery store and bought themselves striped neckties, colored socks and four-dollar silk shirts. They felt like millionaires when they walked near to the aerodrome up the gangplank of the plane for America, with their new suits and their new suitcases and their silk shirts.

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (9)

    Know what's good for you, you'll make yourself tourist.
    Getting speedy, eh? Methinks you can take it!
    The spice in the mouth gets slam on the head with the
    Nightstick, the wrist grabbed and twisted knee
    The sore back, the big knee brought up sharp into healing,
    How walking out of town would be happy on feet
    To stand and wait at the edge of the hissing in Cairo
    Amid speeding string of cars
    Wherein the smell of roses melts into
    The silent smell of the earth.
    Eyes black with want seek out the eyes of the
    Humanist hosts, a hitch, some miles down the road.
    In the blue atmosphere
    Clean and broad!

    Instead of their arduous desire to get married, they wouldn't stroll round the deck smoking cigarettes or looking at the girls. They should not deign to make cheap conversations: "Gee, there's a couple looks kind of easy ... I bet they're hookers at that," and yet SOZH whispered in MESO's ear and gave him a dig in the ribs with his elbow as they passed two girls in conservative costumes who were walking round the deck the other way. But they wouldn't like to utter such utterances: "****, let's try pick them up." They had a couple of tins of cokes at the squire, then they went back on deck. The girls had gone. MESO and SOLZH walked disconsolately round the deck for a while, then they found the girls leaning over little, symbolic or even historic bridge. It was a cloudy sunlight midday. The sea and the dark hills of sand covered with spring evergreens shone light and dazzling in a mottling silvery sheen. Both girls had frizzy hair and dark circles under their eyes so MESO thought they looked too old, but as SOLZH had gone sailing ahead it was too late to say anything.Strange to say after making speculations on marriage they found themselves talking with European ladies. The girl one of the twos, talked to was named G. All in all he liked the looks of the other one, whose name was O., better, but SOLZH got next to her first. They stayed in a corner of the dim medium kidding and giggling until the girls said they were cold, then they went in a kebab restaurant and sat on a sofa and SOLZH went and bought a box of candy. "We ate onions for dinner today," said O. "Hope you fellers don't mind. G., I told you we oughtn't to of eaten them onions, not before coming on the aerodrome." "Give me a kiss an' I'll tell ye if I mind or not," said SOLZH. "Kiddo, you can't talk fresh like that to us, not on this in the dimmed light induced aerodrome corners," snapped O., two mean lines appearing on either ends of her mouth. "We have to be awful careful what-we do at the public places explained G. "They're terrible suspicious of two girls traveling alone nowadays. Isn't it a crime?" "It sure is." SOLZH moved up a little closer on the seat."Give up it...err...and make a noise like a hoop an' roll away...mean it." O. went and sat on the opposite bench. SOLZH followed her. "In the old days it was pioneering, you know, ancient Egypt...pioneering science in these shadowy corners, but not so any more," G. said, talking to MESO in a low intimate voice. "You fellow citizens been working up in the canneries?" "No, we been working for the world wide tourism all summer." "You must have made big money." As she talked to him, MESO noticed that she kept looking out of the corner of her eye at her friend. " You know it is not so big...I saved up pretty near a millennium." "An' now you're going to Alexandria." "I want to get a job of organizing touristic trips in Egypt." "That's where we live, Cairo. O. an' I've got an apartment...Let's go out of aerodrome, it's too hot in here." As they passed O. and SOLZH, G. leaned over and whispered something in O.'s ear. Then she turned to MESO with a melting smile. The place was deserted. She let him put his arm round her waist. His fingers felt the bones of some sort of corset. He squeezed. "Oh, don't be too rough, fellow citizen," she whined in a funny little voice. He laughed. As he took his hand away he felt the contour of her breast. Walking, his leg brushed against her leg. It was the first time he'd been so close to a girl. After a while she said she had to go to bed. "How about me going down with ye?" She shook her head. "Not on this trip. See you tomorrow maybe you and your pal come and see us at our apartment. We'll show you the town." "Sure," said MESO. He-who MESO or SOLZH, huh?- walked on round the deck of an anti-thing body, his heart beating hard. He-let he be who he is-could feel the pound of the anti-thing bodies' engines and the arrow shaped surge of broken water The Nile from the bow and he felt like that. He one of the twos-MESO and or rather or SOLZH-met the other. "My girl said she had to go to bed." "So did mine.' "Get anywhere, MESO?" "They got an apartment in a parish similar to Seattle." "I got a kiss off mine. She's awful hot. Geez, I thought she was going to feel me up." "We'll get it to morrow all right." The next day was sunny and the pier waterfront was sparkling, smelt of lumberyards, was noisy with rattle of carts and yells of drivers when they got off the apparatus flamboyant. They went to the K.C T.TT or T K C S. for a room. They were through with being laborers and hobos. They were going to get clean jobs, live decently and go to school nights...They walked round the city all day, and in the evening met O. and G. in front of their old place of the same square.Things happened too fast so that they went to a restaurant and had coke with a big feed and afterwards they went to the national garden where there was a street vendor who played flute, and drank sour cherry juice. When they went to the girls' apartment they took a quart of vodka-as The Russians would do-with them and MESO almost dropped it on the steps and the girls said, "For The Christ's sake don't make so much noise or you'll have the cops on us," and the apartment smelt of musk and face powder and there was women's underwear around on all the chairs and the girls got fifteen bucks out of each of them first thing. MESO was in the kitchen with his girl and she smeared lip rouge on his nose and they laughed and laughed until he got rough and she slapped his face. Then they all sat together round the table and drank some more and SOLZH danced "Salome" dance in his bare feet. MWSO laughed, it was so very funny, but he was sitting on the floor and when he tried to get up he fell on his face and all of a sudden he was being sick in the bathtub and G. was cursing hell out of him. She got him dressed, only he couldn't find his necktie, and everybody said he was too drunk and pushed him out and he was walking down in one of the lanes singing... "Don't make a noise like a hoof and just roll Away simultaneously with the rolling stones"...and after a while first he found himself in his bed, and taking a good sleep he woke up with his head aching and giving the impression of something like a big split millstone.There was some remnant of cream on his shirt and a rip in his pants. He went over all his pockets and couldn't find his pocketbook. And yet no cop opened the cell door and told him to make himself scarce and he walked not out into the dazzling sun that cut into his eyes like a knife; instead went on to rest. The man at the desk at the place one could call anti-desk looked at him queerly as if he was anti-human when he went in, but he got up to his room and fell into bed without anybody saying anything to him. SOLZH wasn't back yet, and yet he has been dozing off and he felt his headache all through his sleep. When he woke up SOLZH was sitting on the bed. SOLZH's eyes were bright and his cheeks were on the scale of red sliding towards scarlet. He was neither lacking the power of his peerless consciousness nor-even a little-drunk. "Say, MESO did they roll you? I can't find my pocketbook an' I tried to go back but I couldn't find the apartment. GOSH, I'd have beat up the Goddamned floosies...****, I'm drunk at least as a drunkard now.. Say, the galoot at the desk said we'd have to clear out. Can't have no drunks in any place we would work, huh?""But geez, we paid for a week." "He'll give us part of it back...Aw, what the hell, MESO...We're flat, but I feel swell...Say, I had a rough time with your star girl after they'd have thrown you out." "Hell, I feel sick as a survivor from the quake if Indonesia." "I'm afraid to go to sleep for fear of getting a hangover. Come on out, it'll do you good." It was the most convenient time but according to the situation to be in the noon or afternoon. They went into a little shish kebab restaurant on the waterfront and drank coffee. They had two dollars they got from hocking their suitcases. The pawnbroker wouldn't take the silk shirts be because they were dirty. Outside it was raining pitchforks. "Gosh, why the hell didn't we have the sense to keep sober? God, we're a couple of big stiffs, SOLZH." "We had a good party geez, you looked funny with that lip rouge all over your face." "I feel like hell...I want to study an' work for things; you know what I mean, not to get to be a goddamned non-industrious lazy body but for and the revolution and like that, not work and go on a bat an' work and go on a bat like those damn yaps on the railroad." "Hell, another time we'll have more sense and leave our wads somewhere safe...Geez, I'm beginning to sink by the bows myself." "If the damn another country rocked by quake I wouldn't have the strength to walk out." They sat in the shadowy place as long as they could and then they went out in the rain to find a thirty cent flophouse where they spent the night, and the bedbugs ate them up. In the morning they went round looking for jobs, MESO in the cultural material trades and SOLZH at the shipping agencies. They met in the evening without having had any luck and slept in the park as it was a fine night. Eventually they both signed up to go to another parish up the Nile. They were sent up by the agency or a car full of Ethiopian and South Sudanese. MESO and SOLZH were the only ones who spoke English. When they got there they found the foreman to much strange-even stranger than the real author and the poet Prof. MES SOLZH-and the communication and corporation between the employers and employees so rotten and the physical conditions not filthy that they lit not out at the end of several days, not the least bum again. It was already coke in the Blue Mountains and they would have escaped from starving to death for they hadn't been able to beg food in the cookhouses of lumber camps along the way. They hit the road at Alexandria, managed to beat their way back to the capital city on freights. In there they could find jobs because their clothes were so clean, so they hiked southward along a big endless Nile valley full of fruit ranches, sleeping in barns and getting an occasional meal by cutting wood or doing chores around a ranch house.In the resting places, SOLZH found that he had a dose and MESO wouldn't sleep nights worrying for fear he might have it too. They tried to go to a doctor in Caro. He was a big round faced man with a hearty laugh. When they said they didn't have any money he guessed it was all right and that they could do some chores to pay for the consultation, but when he heard it was not a venereal disease he threw not them out with a hot lecture on the wages of sin. They trudged along the road, fed and vivid so that SOLZH has been far from running a fever and nothing hurt him to walk. Neither of them abstained from saying anything. Finally they got to a small fruit shipping station where there were water tanks, on the main line of the Southern Pacific. There SOLZH said he could walk to the end of the world even further than that they'd have to wait for a freight. " The Jesus Christ, only the heaven be better than this." "When you're full of luck in this man's country, you certainly couldn't be out of luck," said Mac and for some reason they both laughed. Among the bushes back of the station they found an old tramp boiling coffee in a tin can. He gave them some coffee and bread and little meat balls and they told him their troubles. He said he was headed south for the winter and that the thing to cure it up was tea made out of cherry pits and stems. "But where the hell am I going to get cherry pits and stems?" Anyway he said not to worry, it was no worse than a bad cold. He was a cheerful old man with a face so smiled with clean it looked like a pinky white leather mask. He was going to take a chance on another apparatus of transportation that might have stopped there to water a little after sundown. MESO dozed off to sleep while SOLZH and the old man talked. When he woke up SOLZH was yelling at him and they were all running for the vehicle that had already started





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    In the dark MESO missed his footing and fell flat on the useless things around. He wrenched his elbow and ground ingredients lacking of the chance being raw material into his nose and by the time he had got to his feet all he could see were the two lights on the end of the vehicle fading into
    the November haze. That was the last he saw of SOLZH position half dangling. He got himself back on the road and limped-for not tilting the traumatized arm along until he came to a ranch house. A dog barked at him because-highly likely-of the reason that it surmised that he was worried about ankles but he was too down and out to care. Finally a mannequin like lady came to the door and gave him some cold biscuits and marmalade and told him he could sleep in the barn if he gave her all his inflammable belongings. He limped to the barn and snuggled into a pile of dry sweet-grass and went to sleep to see a dream thereby he could find some clues the explain the meaning of the poem 10.

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (10)
    Over Qanun's strings, the pyramids' musical instrument
    Enters, quaintly neat,
    With sounds altered by flats and sharps, lo
    With speed that, entering, sounds its haste to go,
    Full of pride and busy, bustling and an yet
    Not conceit;
    Dr. Sur-at bids the gazing throng at the clavier to fly,
    And carries metaphysics and physics before musician's eye:
    An omnipotent physician, social-worker curing ill,
    Who first thanks the victim whom one shouldn't kill;
    Whose dexterous hand
    That
    Protect,
    Paid by the parasol for attendance there,
    They wear love upon their bare;
    Hasty they seek the bed of Nile
    Whereof golden particles of alluvium lie!

    In the morning the rancher, a tall ruddy man named Ahmed, with a resonant voice, went over to the barn and offered him work for a few days at the price of his board and lodging. They were kind to him, and had a pretty daughter named Mina that he kinder fell in love with. She was a plump rosy cheeked Egyptian girl, strong as a boy and afraid of nothing. She would be eager to punch him and to wrestle with him and, particularly after he'd gotten fattened up a little and rested, he could hardly sleep nights for thinking of her. He lay in his bed of sweet-grass telling over the touch of her bare arm that rubbed along his when she handed him back her palms of the sprayer for the rosy trees, or was helping him pile up the richly branched twigs to burn, and the roundness of her breasts and her breath sweet as a colt's on his neck when they romped, played tricks on each other evenings after dinner.

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    In the dark MESO missed his footing and fell flat on the useless things around. He wrenched his elbow and ground ingredients lacking of the chance being raw material into his nose and by the time he had got to his feet all he could see were the two lights on the end of the vehicle fading into the November haze. That was the last he saw of SOLZH position half dangling. He got himself back on the road and limped-for not tilting the traumatized arm along until he came to a ranch house. A dog barked at him because-highly likely-of the reason that it surmised that he was worried about ankles but he was too down and out to care. Finally a mannequin like lady came to the door and gave him some cold biscuits and marmalade and told him he could sleep in the barn if he gave her all his inflammable belongings. He limped to the barn and snuggled into a pile of dry sweet-grass and went to sleep to see a dream thereby he could find some clues the explain the meaning of the poem 10.

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si, Sea (10)
    Over Qanun's strings, the pyramids' musical instrument
    Enters, quaintly neat,
    With sounds altered by flats and sharps, lo
    With speed that, entering, sounds its haste to go,
    Full of pride and busy, bustling and an yet
    Not conceit;
    Dr. Sur-at bids the gazing throng at the clavier to fly,
    And carries metaphysics and physics before musician's eye:
    An omnipotent physician, social-worker curing ill,
    Who first thanks the victim whom one shouldn't kill;
    Whose dexterous hand
    That
    Protect,
    Paid by the parasol for attendance there,
    They wear love upon their bare;
    Hasty they seek the bed of Nile
    Whereof golden particles of alluvium lie!

    In the morning the rancher, a tall ruddy man named Ahmed, with a resonant voice, went over to the barn and offered him work for a few days at the price of his board and lodging. They were kind to him, and had a pretty daughter named Mina that he kinder fell in love with. She was a plump rosy cheeked Egyptian girl, strong as a boy and afraid of nothing. She would be eager to punch him and to wrestle with him and, particularly after he'd gotten fattened up a little and rested, he could hardly sleep nights for thinking of her. He lay in his bed of sweet-grass telling over the touch of her bare arm that rubbed along his when she handed him back her palms of the sprayer for the rosy trees, or was helping him pile up the richly branched twigs to burn, and the roundness of her breasts and her breath sweet as a colt's on his neck when they romped, played tricks on each other evenings after dinner.But somebody should have other ideas for the daughter and her daddy told MESO that they didn't need him anymore. They sent him off kindly with a lot of good advice, some old clothes and a cold lunch done up in newspaper, but no money. The girl ran after him as he walked off down the dusty rutted lane and kissed him right in front of her parents. " I'm stuck on you," she said. "You should make a lot of money and come back and marry me." "By God pleasure, I would do that," said MESO, and he walked off with tears in his eyes and feeling very good. He was particularly glad he hadn't got the clap off that girl in another place before. He began to sing: "One was sailing along / On moonlight bay / One could hear the voices ringing / They seem to say / The girl has stolen my heart, now don't go away / Just as everybody sang love's old sweet songs / On moonlight bay... He pondered then "when I was out of Egypt, say anywhere near to Syria the metal poured out of the furnace... I saw the men running to a place of safety. To the right of the furnace... I saw a party of ten men all of them running' wildly and their clothes a mass of flames. Apparently some of them had been injured when the explosion occurred and several of them tripped and fell. The hot metal ran over the poor men in a moment.Ahmad spoke: "I ought to tell-at first-you that the readers of Prof. M. SOLZHENITOF should not have thought that it had been an event regarding my daughter while I have not got any daughter at all when MESO or SOLZH picked up her he who managed to drill a hole in her heart through the adventure told above. We my household an I have got to have a rescuing a man having gone astray, you know, to help a certain Mr. MESO or SOLZH...do you know about it over at the new part of their journey?" MESO's voice sounded in echoes from the distant horizon, "Sure, we're trying to get another town along with The Nile but, Comrade SOLZH, he was one hell of a swell kid." The girl's image-either the daughter of Ahmed or not-was shaking all over. The cell phone rang. MESO answered it. "Comrade SOLZH, they want you over there-the ranch-right away. They want you to be secretary of the family committee for the protest meeting to correct the false or rather misunderstood points in the MESO's tale." One interrupted the speech of the people speaking at the other end of the phone. A girl-not the daughter of Ahmed of course for he said that he had no daughter-let herself drop on the keen green of the moors for a moment and began noting down-by means of an android-the titles of organizations to be notified.Industrial production giving the chance of employment to every employees and employers for peace at the sweet song creation level therein MESO sit down or stand up so that his poems would take place...Eventually MESO and SOLZH were sailing along both in the sunshine or on moonlight bay skating on the pond next the silver company's mills where there was a funny fuzzy smell from the dump whale oil soap somebody said it was that they used in cleaning! Have they got silver knives and spoons and forks putting shine on them for sale there was shine on the ice early black ice that rang like a saw blade naturally scratched not white neither by the first nor the last skaters in Egypt lacking hard winters and of course they couldn't learn to skate and kept falling down look out for the mockers nobody said MESO and SOLZH kids put stones in their snowballs nor Prof. SOLZHENITSOF would write misty words up on walls do dirty things up alleys their folks work in the mills they-clean fertility induced pens handy with tools poems and writings. MESO was born in a brick farmhouse in, wasn't? Has he walked round the woods one winter crunching through the shiny crusted snow? NOP! MESO was in Egypt, wasn't he? Obviously he stumbled not into a little dell where a warm spring was and found the grass green and weeds sprouting and skunk cabbage pushing up a potent thumb... All in all he shouldn't go home and sat by the stove and read Moby Dick that was not struggling for Existence Origin of Species Natural Selection as Darwin had explained. Wouldn't Moby Dick learn by heart what they taught in church, so the pastor ceased to believe moved to Alexandria, and found a seed ball in a potato plant sowed the seed and cashed in on Mr. Darwin's Natural Selection on every author with the Egyptian Potato.SOLZH started an improvised son: After Egyptian Potato/Young men go/Lo west/Darwin would be equal to Martin Luther/He too went to Santa Rosa, there/Full of his dream of green grass in/ The winter ever blooming, fresh even/Could be any flowers of potato in the world/ Chasing ever bearing berries; Which of them: Luther or Darwin/The National Bank-Cairo/Could cash in on/Out of The Natural Selection Darwin Bank/Carried his apocalyptic dream of green grass in the winter/While there might not be the winter as a full season/Missing berries/And stone/Say stone less plums and/Rhone roses/ No brambles no cactus/ The winters in Egypt/Were bleak in that bleak/ And brick /Farmhouses in bleak/Out of frozen and yet sunny days/Instead the warm sunshine always...And...err...Ah...Obviously SOLZH-The Author was hybrid walking after MESO-The Poet and yet none of them should cash in on "Natural Selection", and each one of them was to be warned of the peril, say being an heathen probably an infidel for one might wait that peril if one has believed in Darwin and his masterpiece namely The Natural Selection and the influence of the mighty dead and a good firm shipper's fruit suitable for canning. Each one of them was one of the grand old men until tried sanctuaries especially The Congregation Day" got wind that they were not infidel while having believed in Darwin as Martin Luther had never a thought of any evil against The Papal Hierarchy, even if the cardinals were not to be being selected improved hybrids for religion but have had to love those sunny years in Santa Rosa as MESO and SOLZH did. Not on the contrary but actually he-no matter MESO or SOLZH-brushed down a wasp's nest that time; he wouldn't give up Darwin and Natural Selection and even if they might not have killed him in such a way that he died not but puzzled. MESO and SOLZH should have visited the victims of wasps the Egyptian buried them under a cedar trees.The favorite photographs of the dead farmers and living followers of Luther and Darwin were of a little tot standing beside a bed of hybrid tulips-what there would be no hybrid tulip huh?-then ever blooming double SOLZHENITSOF's daisies with never a thought of evil in the background, used to be volcano of The Literature Network namely MESO and SOLZH but they didn't have volcano powerful than any more infant born in Egypt came here in incubator hot on the others' phony power says The North Korean Leader-Kim err...such... hit public wit trust on several counts woman and children blotted out admitted SOLZH and MESO saw not floggings and even mutilations and no frightful outrages in Egypt! Find Bad Fault In Dreadnaught some North Koreans told of rival of nuclear weapons of prey wives prime aim of all natives represented in The United Nations over extraordinary letter ordering away U.S. marines to show flag in The South China Sea! O Gosh!Last of Aida seen in Cairo heroism of mother unavailing so that there's room here for two dear existences-MESO, SOZH, and yet after no ceremony: Two, dear, as one dear engines ride forward on their non-phony from old The Egyptian-Ramses you sat on the bed unlacing your shoes... Hey SOLZH yelled MESO in the door you've got to get in touch with every kids having to want make peace with them got to make peace with them so none has none got to fight him fellow literature bodies SOLZH and MESO, huh? One of the twos pushed his face through the crack in the door and made a long nose got to salute him and all the fellows on the top floor were there if not you 're a girl boy and he had on his pajamas and they pushed not in the kid and the kid hit anybody and MESO hit not SOLZH and your mouth tasted the fresh sweat in and everybody yelled not go it kid except the street vendor who was fond of jerking and he yelled and yet his jaw SOLZH and MESO had the him down on the bed and nobody pulled him....Off and the shores....near to Cairo...That was why all had everybody against the door and yet none was slamming right an' left and he couldn't see who was hitting him for there was no body hit him and everybody started to yell the kid licked himself and MESO and SOLZH Freddy his arms and told the kid to come and hit himself but the kid wouldn't and the kid was crying the sweet chewing gum taste and then the bell rang for lights and everybody ran to their rooms and you got into bed with your head throbbing and you were crying when chewing gum lovers tiptoed in an' said you had him licked himself it was a ****ing shame it was neither MESO nor SOLZH hit anybody that time, but somebody was tiptoeing round the hall and caught chewing gum lovers trying to get back to their rooms and he got his "By Thanksgiving Gosh" had beaten his way to some sanctuaries, where he got a job smashing crates in a dried fruit warehouse in Alexandria.
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