The end? The beginning? The great drama, the great conflict. It is the culmination of our lives, it is the destination we have journeyed towards since birth, and we have no idea what it is.
Disaster, death, celebration. What drives us? what defines...
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(Arthur Flegenheimer, known as Dutch Shultz was a prominent New York Mobster. When he threatened to kill the Special Prosecutor, Thomas Dewey, the mafia, headed by Lucky Luchiano decided he needed to die. He was gunned down by members of the mob's enforcement group, Murder Incorporated on Oct. 23 1935.
He did not die immediately, delirious and feverish, he was taken to a hospital and rambled on, his words transcribed by a stenographer. The words in this found poem represent about twenty per cent of his final words. They are as he spoke them, unaltered)
Please make it quick, fast and furious. Please. Fast and furious. Please help me get out; You get ahead with the dot dash system didn't I speak that time last night. Whose number is that in your pocket book, Phi1 13780. Who was it?
Oh- please, please. Reserve decision. Police, police, Henry and Frankie. Oh, oh, dog biscuits and when he is happy, he doesn't get happy, please, please to do this. Then Henry, Henry, Frankie, you didn't even meet me. The glove will fit, what I say, oh, Kayiyi, oh Kayiyi.
Sure who cares when you are through? How do you know this? How do you know this? Well, then oh, Cocoa No thinks he is a grandpa again. He is jumping around. No Hobo and Poboe, I think he means the same thing.
Look out. I want that G-note. Look out for Jimmy Valentine for he is an old pal of mine. Come on, come on, Jim. Ok, ok, I am all through. Can't do another thing. Look out mamma, look out for her. You can't beat him. Police, mamma, Helen, mother, please take me out. I will settle the indictment. Come on, open the soap duckets. The chimney sweeps. Talk to the sword. Shut up, you got a big mouth! Please help me up, Henry. Max, come over here. French-Canadian bean soup. I want to pay. Let them leave me alone.
(After these last words, Shultz lost consciousness and died two hours later, at 6:40 PM, October 24, 1935.)
