Miss Lonelyhearts and the Dead Pan
This piece first appeared as an excerpt in the first issue of the literary magazine Contact (May 1932), which West co-edited with William Carlos Williams.
He leaves the office of the paper and goes for a drink. He passes through the city park on his way.
"He entered the park at the North Gate and swallowed mouthfuls of the heavy shade that curtained it arch. He walked into the shadow of a lamp-post that lay on the path like a spear."
"It had taken all the brutality of July to torture a few green spikes through the exhausted dirt."
"He searched the sky for a target. But the gray sky looked as if it had been rubbed with a soiled eraser. It held no angels, no flaming crosses, olive-bearing doves, wheels within wheels. Only a newspaper struggled in the air like a kite with a broken spine."
"Forget the crucifixion, remember the Renaissance."
"We were discussing Christ, the Miss Lonelyhearts of Miss Lonelyhearts. America has her own religion."
"Numbers, he explained, constitute the only universal language."
"His caresses kept pace with the sermon. When he had reached the end, he buried his triangular face like the blade of a hatchet in her neck."
Enough said: "...he buried his triangular face like the blade of a hatchet in her neck."