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FROM THE BOTTOM As if I arn on te ry47 Byrd expedition the luxury one no one has heard about where he brought women and cigarets to the exasperation of British scientists and you one of the women below Capricorn of course slipping belowRoss Ice Shelf to the sound of Rudy Vallee the barks of Emperor penguins Scotts ink bottle still frozel a fewyards from his destination a dozen Scotts maybe all of them like me in love urith you inches from the pole our hands frozerr in a clutch near the bottle of ink aluminum fingers ipulating a sheaf of stiff white letters in the metal wind the giant silence of the pole except when the ice eats a ship and then its the sound of gunshots thousands of them collapsing into matchbox timber and then nothing and more nothing we talk of nothing and its an American nothing a dancinggirls nothing rising from the bottom of the world. 23