One's tootings at the weddings of the soul
Occur as they occur,
so it can’t be helped. I couldn’t decide how the woman’s soul should appear, so it’s a composite of an angel, a scary ghost and a Barbie – like Wallace Stevens himself. The bluish clouds from the next sentence snuck in. The chap in the passenger seat of my Noddy car is John Berryman. Aye."
Aye indeed, and thank you, Tony. You have a clear genius for collage--the curving OOOOGAH emanating from the Noddy car is a particularly nice touch.