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In newspaper and breath A terror will be found More artificial than any yet known. No smoke without oil, No cruelty without news. . . . Your coal arrives from the back of time, Blue-collar diamond, Prison of fire. When the universe requires substitutes It calls for clay. . . . This is the time of consequences, Of dry wings and iron nests. Dance with the monster in the labyrinth of the world and the paradise of the heart. |
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This poem by Guillaume Apollinaire has been identified as a probable source for The Labyrinth of the World and the Paradise of the Heart. The Museum of Forgery has, however, been unable to confirm this through the estate of the late Ako Joop. |