The Anathemata

The Lady of the Pool (page 155)

The cook scalded

the carpenter in irons—and

weevil in the biscuits.

Through all fouls and fairs natural.

As through all the filthy airs

what’s work of transaccidentation, weft and warped of glamour. 

For he’ll took on as second mate a Sandy  from a port of call north of the Bodotria. 

Gup Scot! 

they be more sotted than the Welshery

of grammarie. 

Dont eye me captain

for I did but relate him as I were told, what I had of Ned Mizzen, what he had of the late Ben Backstay’s boozing partner as was in her that trip.

Pieced in parts with

and descanted upon of certain matters told me on the water stairs by a dark foreigner of Pelasgian fathering, got upon a Syro-Phoencian woman in the byes of Massilia that maze and warren toward the mast-forest in the keel-haws of the Old Port—whereabouts his tomb in that came quick from among the dead. 

Signed on ordinary seaman

at Corbilo-on-Liger, he that told me likewise of the peri- ploughing, or the like, long long long ago, of a field of waters he called the Erithrand though a long long long way from

Crayford Ness!