page 83 of 192 of The Pisan Cantos

“anarchy was the true form of government” Which is funny since even heaven has a government, as does hell.

“The old trees near the Rue Jacob / were propped up to keep them from falling” reminds me of the poplars lining the Apian Way, like old soldiers who can’t stand anymore and need help from the younger generations. Every civilization is built on war.