Phantasy

Realising the lack of modernistic literature in N.Z., "Smail" has, at enormous cost, induced the Great Modern Mystic Mimeographer, N.E.T., to contribute his impressions of the Universe, in his own inimitable style. The sordid realism and the breath-taking emotional inconsequence must appeal to every reader. We must emphasise the fact that this is not a competition to find a hidden meaning; it couldn't be done.—

A warm, dark, cosy, little corner—what did you say, dear?—No, no! Caffeotonate of lead—remember !—heaven or hell—thoughts of fear and freud and fancy—then dirt and blood and a bashed-out brain and torn entrails—a warm, dark, easy cornel—I'm the strongest man in the world.—Whose afraid of the big bad wolf? Why am I always shut in? Break! Smash! Tear down! those smooth green glossy walls. This is hell! a warm, dark, cosy little corner. Let's go now—now! Now ! Do you hear?—N O W ! ! ..Oh-It's all right.—I'm too tired—every things turning round and round and round—birds in the trees seem to whisper Louise—floating—quiet and still—don't forget the heroine on my desk, dear—floating—round and—

—(The last effort of a brain-bashed Intellectual.)

—N.E.T.