self-published fanzines and published texts
‘One day I was walking,
I heard a complaining
and saw an old woman the picture of gloom
She gazed at the mud on her doorstep ('twas raining)
and this was her song as she wielded her broom:
Oh, life is a toil and love is a trouble
beauty will fade and riches will flee
pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
and nothing is as I would wish it to be.’
(from “The Housewife’s Lament,” a song)