By Mina Loy
"Stories and Essays of Mina Loy" is the 1st book-length quantity of Mina Loy's narrative writings and important paintings ever released. This quantity brings jointly her brief fiction, in addition to hybrid works that come with modernized fairy stories, a Socratic discussion, and a ballet. Loy's narratives deal with concerns similar to abortion and poverty, and what she referred to as "the intercourse battle" is an abiding subject matter all through. "Stories and Essays of Mina Loy" additionally comprises dramatic works that parody the bravado and misogyny of Futurism and exhibit Loy's early, potent use of absurdist procedure. Essays and commentaries on aesthetics, old occasions, and faith entire this beguiling assortment, cementing Mina Loy's position as one of many nice writers of the 20th century.
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DON JUAN. try out the Veronal at the canary. TEA desk guy. Realising that no delivering is noble sufficient to put on the shrine of this unimpeachable femininity, i'm simply adapting myself to civilization—this accommodating contrivance that relieves us of all of the onus of person motion. Am I now not in responsibility absolute to be thankful for being born in an age while it's pointless for me to live—all i need to do is to listen—there are nonetheless a handful of irrepressible inventive outsiders to sin my sins for me, to hope my prayers for me. a few eccentric ass with a song in his head can fill a city with what must have been my mating song—all i must do is pay for a field and confess with a clap! (With a noisy file FUTURISM arrives at the scene. ) FUTURISM. Coward—pouah! Milksop! Poo-uuu- aaah! Tango Tout! (TEA desk guy hits him within the eye with a violent potato. ) FUTURISM. (furiously) Blackguard! you almost had my eye out! What guy, I ask you, might glance effectively at a lady with an purely eye? (pathetically to PROCURESS) Why not anyone might ever love me back. (martially mopping his eye with a rainy handkerchief) I stand on my own at the top of the passing second, turning up my nostril on the solar-system, hurling invective on the moon— chairs on the viewers! (calming down a bit) Has any-body obtained an mind or a puppy convenient? (no reaction) i'll have proven you a trick that proves the infallible superiority of animal intuition over human cause— there's not anything in lifestyles that isn't most sensible apprehended by means of the presentment of the nostril! (sniffs— like a GOD) a guy. Who the satan are you—to sniff like that? FUTURISM. (staggered) You haven’t noticeable my identify within the newspapers? a guy. I don’t learn the newspapers—I learn Greek. FUTURISM. (boxing his ears) Pastist! consider a bit of what it potential to be alive! (to the others) Take that prurient cemetery and stand him in a draught. And now. (pulling up his cuffs and turning his fingers around approximately for the viewers to examine) you're definite there's not anything there? (catches on the air with an exceptional gesture and holds it invisible among an eloquent thumb and finger) gents —— the long run. (The males stare very attentively. ) one other guy. In all its chic invisibility! a guy. It seems to be precisely because it regularly did, so it needs to be what it usually used to be. one other guy. very unlikely! You suggest, what it usually can be. another guy. No—what it usually goes to be. FUTURISM. I provide you with an impressive Future—entirely built on hypothesis. To end up that it comes as much as my expectancies, i've got simply to shove it into the Past—any bids? adolescence. Coming—coming—coming—when is it going to return? FUTURISM. (with an inimitable snap of the hands again into the air) Going—going— long past. males. A prophet has come between us! a guy. and that i mistook him for a conjuring advertisement visitor. PROCURESS. My word—the ladies should see this. (The ladies are despatched for and as traditional flock around, FUTURISM “lascivating” them together with his eyes. ) girls. in simple terms allow us to write our names with our life-blood on your autograph album! (FUTURISM palms them a tome labelled “Women i've got had”.