doctor olsen says that she sees you
with many different faces.

everyone sees different things.  however, doctor olsen may be more cunning than we thought.

arthur, doctor olsen doesn't seem to see me.  she sees someone.  maybe you.

if robert is living, he does not live as we live.  i will say that he was a good painter if he's dead.

we are not hideous painters.  robert is not one of us.  charming fellow.  not one of us.

robert said good-bye in english.  arthur, we will have to look him up.  he could be one of us.

i got dressed and i was gone.  everything was amiss, out of place.

i left for greifswald.  i never saw robert again.  

i was in that studio a few days before.  

 it should have been my last time.  i think what happened to me was a lucky stroke now. 

 there was always something phony about this image.  there were 50,000 legs.  this one looks at you.

                                                      

doctor olsen thinks that may have been your last time.
                                                    
                                                       

the painting of you is on the easel.  the artificial light of explosions.  this was the very start.

she is looking at robert's studio when
he painted you, february, dresden, 1945.

the eye on doctor olsen's door tells me that she awake.

stevens knew that the houses are haunted by white-gowns.

yes.  stevens has vanished.  the man with the blue guitar.  insurance executive.

i think that i would like to be on  your ship with the poets.  who's left?  williams and arp?  i could use some of their simplicity.

listen.  I got three expressions:  looking left, looking right and looking straight ahead.

i am on the beach in mexico.  

you are on the ship with the poets.

i want to make love to you in this room.  in front of doctor olsen.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  a vague year.    

i think i can understand what she is doing.  i feel extraordinarily calm.  i see some numbers.

are you pleased with yourself now?  do you like my stolen shrink now that you have her?

she looks like a junkie. or the undead.
she is impenetrable.  i am locked in doctor
olsen's office.  she uses unusual tactics.

our good doctor olsen has fallen into a trance...

nothing but my cynical handstands.

i tried to grab the smoke.  my undeserving, arrogant soul.  there is nothing there.

there is white smoke coming out of the chimney.

she seems to think that i am you.  she is very curious.

no, of course not.  
but doesn't she see you?

arthur, do you realize that i have stolen your shrink?  do you really care?

(it begins and ends a hundred times a minute.)

when were you the happiest and when did it end?

then she will leave the room and come back fully dressed.  she will sit in front of me.  It begins.

according to prinzhorn, she will come in dressed in a proper suit, then strip down
to nothing.  she will crawl to me and sob. other-worldly sobs.

doctor melania olsen is visiting me here soon.  her treatment can be dramatic.  

i will always have your understanding.  the cards listen to me when you're not here.

                               
                                                         i'd rather watch the rain, outside my room, and sing.          

and the boot?  i think of your long, naked legs.
i'd rather sing.

with the umbrella i think of lautreamont.  is there only one known photograph of him?