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Question
for whoever wants to take this one.
I've been
reading LF's "Coney Island of the Mind" (Thanks to Howard
for the
sale) and I'm really getting into it- especially "I am Waiting".
There's
one part in particular that keeps going through my head-
really
like the ring to it. "I am waiting
for retribution for
what
America did to Tom Sawyer." Being
more of a science-type
than a
literary-type and not being too well read I'm not too
sure
what it means. But I really like it.
Who can
enlighten me?
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 12:32:14 -0400
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re:
spontaneous first thoughts and alchemical reactions through revisions
is at
heart of my writing (apologies to all who have already deleted this
poem
for at least the first or second time, it just spells out in verse
what
poetry does, my only contribution coming from actual event
Friday
the 13th, Plattsburgh, NY
Hava
Java Poetry Reading
I sit,
surrounded by men
gentle men
poet men
giving
names to the unnameable
and voice to the unspeakable,
opening themselves up,
using words as scapels.
Transcendental
alchemy
changing blood to ink-
ink filling voids with words.
I sit,
suddenly again the child i never was.
How
many years now lost?
how many fractured fine lines
hold my selves
precariously,
together?
(stifled
all these years,
fearing words would crack me open
only to find an empty shell)
tonight
i sit with these gentle men
whose poems bank the protective fire
which holds us in its ring
and the
universe cracks open
inside my soul:
it
isn't just me inside this ring
it
isn't just me inside this ring,
it
isn't just me inside this ring,
this
ring of blood and fire
the
grey smoke of the fire ring
gives birth
to metaphors stark
and shark naked facts,
as
my facts
my metaphors
my grey smoke
rises and merges
with all.
the
poems alchemy
begins its work,
changing blood to ink.
Suddenly,
a girl of seven,
feet dangling off the floor,
appears in my chair,
all dressed up
and no place to grow.
right
now i'm only seven
and awake long past my bed time
staying up late with boys
inside of poets'
pockets.
we
speak
of hateful mothers
of hurtful fathers
and winnie the pooh.
no
bitterness remains.
in this charmed circle
this ring of fire
pain
exchanged transmutes itself
in this charmed circle,
this ring of fire,
the
alchemy of blood and pain:
souls bared,
souls shared.
it's
bedtime now.
would you tuck me in now,
daddy?
- daddy
isn't here.
would
you be my fathers,
if only for tonight?
mc
6/20/97
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 09:42:48 -0700
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At 1:53
AM -0700 6/24/97, RACE --- wrote:
>
actually, the answer would be an
EMPHATIC no. The kind of poet being
>
described in that quotation is the poet as magician and most easily
>
understood as a word alchemist. if one
accepts the power of symbols in
>
shaping reality, the poet's ability to Perceive and then stir the
>
symbolic soup is a Real form of contemporary alchemy. What you were
>
referring to is probably a real creature but my hunch is that the
>
alchemist can with some effort overcome the population of these middle
>
aged gentlement in terms of pure magic.
yes,
and my argument for the definition of a poet would necessitate that
this
"magician" and "alchemist" spend time on the SHITLIST. Oh, god
forbid,
our poet should have a criminal record!
should be despised by a
great
many. From these latest clarifications,
sounds like you're
describing
some teenage african-american, sent-up for 5-10 on crack
related
charges. Is this what you meant??? :-)
>
>
david rhaesa
>
salina, Kansas
cheers,
Douglas
"the
map is not the territory"
babu@electriciti.com
(attribution unknown) www.electriciti.com/babu/
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 09:47:47 -0700
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At
11:47 AM -0700 6/24/97, Diane Carter wrote:
> I
agree with David's alchemist concept, and the idea that "the poet
>
retains the faculty to be suddenly delighted by the sheer REALITY of the
>
world 'out there.' It actually leads to
an awesome attention span,
>
because one is suddenly attentive to the smallest aspect of daily life as
> a
part of the greater whole of the universe.
Sometimes that leads to
>
screaming but only when encountering those who have limited their
>
perception of the poet. Essentially the
poet is god, creating out of the
>
unknown, speaking truth that transforms the daily experience.
> DC
I think
I saw your poet in Beverly Hills, pushing his cart, and calling
all the
tourists whores and sluts. god, my
ass. His long beard and
flagrant
smell matched the rags and *sheer reality* of the situation.
I'm
sorry, but I still say 'bullshit' to this type of interpretation.
You're
describing a crazy motherfucker, paranoid and utterly angst
ridden
from all the fear he perceives directed at his person. Got
forbid
he should be a transvestite, vietnam war veteran... Is this who
(not
*what*) you meant?? Are you prepared
to limit your list of
"beautiful"
people??
cheers,
Douglas
PS: I take your poet and dip it in my coffee and
batter it with
Cherios.
"the
map is not the territory"
babu@electriciti.com
(attribution unknown) www.electriciti.com/babu/
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 12:00:53 -0500
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Gerry
(or anyone else who cares to answer),
I'm
making a list of my favorite Kerouac quotations, and a few from
_Memory
Babe_ have made the list. If you can
recall the original sources
and
care to respond, I would appreciate it very much.
You've
attributed him to having either written or said:
"We're
all whores" (254)
"Mystic
makes no mud" (255)
and,
"All the gravity and glee and wonder of their lives and their loves
was
forgotten for mere gold" (269).
thanks,
Jenn
Thompson
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Subject: Kesey web page
For all
Kesey fans, check out this new web page which details the bus trek of
the
Pranksters these months past; WWW.INTREPIDTRIPS.COM
Enjoy
the ride,
Dave B.
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 19:37:38 +0200
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Subject: life and all its little adventures...
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Marie
Countryman writes:
>>>
Derek A. Beaulieu wrote:
>>nexttime.
the ACT, to me, is more important that the product (in my word
>>w(a)(o)nderings).
>>different
ways of approaching wrds.
>>same
core tho.
>_______
>revision
or tightening up structure is as much an ACT as first thought
>first
word splatter/shower out of head. and sculpture is what i see as the
>final
part of my works when i put them in their place on the page.
>mc
>who
really would like to be gonzo poet rather than 'confessional' have
>decided
to kick that damn catholic girl outta my head. so auto bio is
>probably
more accurate 'label' i dont write about ideas i write about my
>life
and all its little adventures....
>mc
>
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(...my * *%$""'
life
and all its little adventures....)
talkin'bout poetry &
\
(...kick
that
damn catholic girl outta my head...)
% # !|
writing words
is sometime
like a panther
& give words
people almost
not poets,
\\
\
(...be
gonzo poet
rather
than 'confessional'...)
%&(!\\
i'm a gonzo
(
with re
ference to i
talian mean
i ng
of th
e wORd gonzo as a fool,
F O O L, -F- -O- -O- -L-
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 12:56:16 -0600
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From: "Derek A. Beaulieu"
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Subject: raining punctuation....
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>
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> ( )
> - [ -
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> |
>
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> @ @
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#
> +
+
> *
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>
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>
(...my * *%$""'
>
life and all its little adventures....)
> talkin'bout poetry &
> \
>
(...kick
>
that damn catholic girl outta my head...)
> % # !|
> writing words
> is sometime
> like a panther
> & give words
> people almost
> not poets,
> \\
> \
>
(...be gonzo poet
> rather
than 'confessional'...)
>
%&(!\\
>
> i'm a gonzo
> (
> with re
> ference to i
> talian mean
> i ng
> of th
> e wORd gonzo as a fool,
> F O O L, -F- -O- -O- -L-
> )
> FOOL! FOOL!! fooOL!!!,
> f
> or poe
> ts t
>
+ he ja
> ils are al
> ways
> O
> OOOOOOpen
>
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>
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>
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>
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+
> *
*
"for poets the jails
are always open,"
i tried to convince
garcia lorca.
but
franco wouldnt let me
speak.
and lorca held my hand and
said
"no,
for poets the ails
are always open,"
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Subject: Re: dear abby...MARRIAGE! (HELP!)
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they
say smack will take the longing away. i
won't imagine that any
relationship
with any one person would satisfy your every need, nor should
it. wait to marry. must say you have an impressive list.
mwbarton.
On Tue,
24 Jun 1997, Maya Gorton wrote:
>
THIS RANT is on a more personal note than usual so feel free to delete right
>
now.
>
> my
not-so-fresh brain slurps and sloshes inside my skull as i shake my head
>
"no".
>
I'm too tired tonight for any damn boyfriend.
>
>
That Corso poem about marriage somehow stuck in my head all day today. I
>
don't know which one scares the shit out of me more, Marriage or Aloneness.
> I know some happily married people---can't
be all bad. But i would miss...
>
> The thrill of talking to someone quietly
alone and the tension before you
>
confess your affection in a kiss. God
sometimes i think that's what i live
>
for.
>
>
Then again, it all goes down-hill after that.
And i'm shaking my head to
>
avoid the fear of inevitably having to break his (tender young) heart after
>
the initial thrill is gone. Am I the
emotional vampire i never wanted to
>
become?
>
> So
many nights of rumpled sheets and i don't even remember all the names...
>
>
pale rail-thin boys
>
muscly backs,
>
visible ribs
>
tattooed skin
>
soft dark skin
>
scarred arms
>
smooth, unmarked skin
>
strong arms
>
green eyes
>
warm brown eyes
>
cold grey eyes (sometimes blue)
>
long hair short hair blue hair grey hair
>
shaved head
>
mmmm....skaters.
>
Punkers, hippies, intellectuals, rock stars.
>
Mostly disenchanted artists.
>
Pretending not to love me.
>
Hah!
>
Warm hands with long bony fingers
>
callusses on the tips from playing bass/welding/typing
>
paint under fingernails:
>
"Wash yer damn hands before you touch me!"
>
good gracious, even pierced nipples.
>
>
Could it possibly be time to settle down with only 1?
> I
have a friend, he's a writer...a real sweetheart.....
>
Jeesus, wha's wrong with me. SNAP OUT OF IT!!!
> My
solution: go live in ascetic seclusion in Thailand and think real hard
>
about something other than this.
>
>
They should invent "anti-sex" pills so that when you feel an
inconvenient and
>
distracting urge you can just pop a pill and the mere thought of sex makes
>
you nauseous. now THAT would be useful.
>
>
Until then i'll just feel like some kind of weird vampire-woman who needs
>
human closeness and affection (read: sex) to survive....to keep me strong and
>
rejuvenated. Without it I shrivel and wilt.
>
>
don't get me wrong: i love my boyfriend.
But I don't want to marry him.
Do
> i
really love him? And if so, why do i want to kiss every boy i meet?
> According to the books, i should be long
past adolescence. Someone please
>
tell me what the hell is going on.
>
---------maya
>
"Confusion is...sex"---Sonic Youth
>
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 14:38:05 -0700
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The
woman with email (Maya) wrote:
>>
According to the books, i should be long past adolescence. Someone
>>
please tell me what the hell is going on.
>
>>
"Confusion is...sex"---Sonic Youth
Just
got thru reading Doris Lessing's "Summer Before the Dark" which
deals
with this very subject matter (the aging process, the general
goings
on, and transformations). A very
neurotic, deeply thought/felt
book. I finished the 250 odd pages in about a
day. Good hunting!
cheers,
Douglas
>
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> "for poets the jails
> are always open,"
> i tried to convince
>
> garcia lorca.
>
> but
> franco wouldnt let me
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> and lorca held my hand and
said
> "no,
> for poets the ails
> are always open,"
>
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Derek
A. Beaulieu wrote:
>
>
> % %
>
> ( )
>
> - [ -
>
> & &
>
>
) (
>
> +] /
>
> |
>
>
^ ^
>
>
@ @
>
> #
#
>
> +
> +
>
> *
> *
>
> \...++*
>
> (...my * *%$""'
>
> life and all its little adventures....)
>
> talkin'bout poetry &
>
> \
>
> (...kick
>
> that damn catholic girl outta my head...)
>
> % # !|
>
> writing words
>
> is sometime
>
> like a panther
>
> & give words
>
> people almost
>
> not poets,
>
> \\
>
> \
>
> (...be gonzo poet
>
> rather than 'confessional'...)
>
> %&(!\\
>
>
>
> i'm a gonzo
>
> (
>
> with re
>
> ference to i
>
> talian mean
>
> i ng
>
> of th
>
> e wORd gonzo as a fool,
>
> F O O L, -F- -O- -O- -L-
>
> )
>
> FOOL! FOOL!! fooOL!!!,
>
> f
>
> or poe
>
> ts t
>
> + he ja
>
> ils are al
>
> ways
>
> O
>
> OOOOOOpen
>
> \"\"\)
>
> % %
>
> ( )
>
> - [ -
>
> & & ==
>
> 0 ) (
>
> +] /
>
> |
>
>
^ ^
>
> #000
@ @
>
> #
#
>
> + ###===???
> +
>
> *
> *
> "for poets the jails
> are always open,"
> i tried to convince
>
> garcia lorca.
>
> but
> franco wouldnt let me
> speak.
> and lorca held my hand and
said
> "no,
> for poets the ails
> are always open,"
Just
then on a dark and stormy night a mysterious anti-poet named
Erasura
appears on the television screen of the collective unconscious
and
wipes away all peyotic and poetic memory since the dawn of King
Arthur's
ant collection.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 17:10:17 -0500
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
> At
1:53 AM -0700 6/24/97, RACE --- wrote:
>
>
> actually, the answer would be an
EMPHATIC no. The kind of poet being
>
> described in that quotation is the poet as magician and most easily
>
> understood as a word alchemist. if
one accepts the power of symbols in
>
> shaping reality, the poet's ability to Perceive and then stir the
>
> symbolic soup is a Real form of contemporary alchemy. What you were
>
> referring to is probably a real creature but my hunch is that the
>
> alchemist can with some effort overcome the population of these middle
>
> aged gentlement in terms of pure magic.
>
>
yes, and my argument for the definition of a poet would necessitate that
>
this "magician" and "alchemist" spend time on the
SHITLIST. Oh, god
>
forbid, our poet should have a criminal record! should be despised by a
>
great many. From these latest
clarifications, sounds like you're
>
describing some teenage african-american, sent-up for 5-10 on crack
>
related charges. Is this what you
meant??? :-)
>
>
>
>
> david rhaesa
>
> salina, Kansas
>
>
cheers, Douglas
>
>
"the map is not the territory" babu@electriciti.com
> (attribution unknown) www.electriciti.com/babu/
i
didn't understand this. i'm dense at
times.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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writ:
>
>>
i didn't understand this. i'm dense at
times.
ah,
good. confusion is good. To clarify, just wanted to point out that
those
OUTSIDE OF SOCIETY are also poets. that
we should assume that a
poet is
god, or even godlike. human, thank you,
is how I'll take mine.
I'll
take six. This whitebread Merlin image
you folx were presenting
just
can not be the only version of a poet that is acceptable.
Otherwise,
you limit *your* option. The big
picture is not seen and all
we have
left are "beautful" functions of an ideal that we call
"poetry".
If you
accept accidents as part of the process, you have to accept more
dirt
and smut, I figure, as well. And what
you see as "poetic" and
"beautiful"
I might see otherwise. That's what I'm
saying.
>>
david rhaesa
>>
salina, Kansas
cheers,
Douglas
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From: "(Ginny Browne)"
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Subject: Re: question, ... ferlinghetti's tom
sawyer
In a
message dated 97-06-24 18:19:03 EDT, you write:
>
I've been reading LF's "Coney Island of the Mind" (Thanks to Howard
> for the sale) and I'm really getting into
it- especially "I am Waiting".
> There's one part in particular that keeps
going through my head-
> really like the ring to it. "I am waiting for retribution for
> what America did to Tom Sawyer." Being more of a science-type
> than a literary-type and not being too well read
I'm not too
> sure what it means. But I really like it.
>
Tom was always the romantic. America made
Tom beat, he was beat from
america,
.. tho you may not always be in accordance with the character (i
wasnt,
i preffered Huck) he was always looking for the purity of contentment
that
you just cant find, especially since he always had some one after him,
the
cops, parents, teachers, etc. He was more into the immediate craziness of
life,
but Huck was more a "gotta light out for the territory ahead of the
rest",
i dont know, i always related most to Huck. Tom was more a dean
moriarty
and Huck, more a sal paradise.
sorry, strayed a bit off topic...
just a
thought.
-Ginny
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
>
RACE writ:
>
>
>
>> i didn't understand this. i'm
dense at times.
Density
is really not even in the same food group as confusion. both
are
excuses for misunderstanding or non=understanding but they don't
even
seem to be cousins beyond that. perhaps
my denseness is missing
something
once again.
>
>
ah, good. confusion is good. To clarify, just wanted to point out that
>
those OUTSIDE OF SOCIETY are also poets.
i don't
at all understand how this notion undermines the notion of
poetry
as a magical enterprise. of course, as
someone who is Very Much
outside
of society at least by conventional notions i feel rather deeply
that i
should be able to understand your perspective quite clearly.
unfortunately,
your words still bounce off the dense unsmoked rock which
passes
for a brain.
that we
should assume that a
>
poet is god, or even godlike. human,
thank you, is how I'll take mine.
i don't
find poet's godlike at all. quite to
the contrary, it seems
that
the notion of poetry as a natural exercise of humans from all
segments
in or out of what one defines as society, it provides a notion
of
art/expression/magic that treats individuals from all segments of
classification
fairly equally in that we all possess the power to alter
the
universe through our words. talking
with a gentleman on the porch
twenty
minutes ago. very angry. angry at landlord/boss about money.
anger
was deeper much deeper. says his brain
was destroyed thirty years
ago. i asked how. he mumbled about car crash destroying brain and
someone
in Newton controlling his money. i said
he seemed to still have
a
brain. he said it had been erased. i said sometimes i thought that
would
be a blessing. he looked me in the eye
and shook his head a firm
no. he was a very very powerful poet to my
mind. His name is Barry.
>
I'll take six. This whitebread Merlin
image you folx were presenting
>
just can not be the only version of a poet that is acceptable.
i
believe that your stereotyping the alchemist as a Merlinesque figure.
perhaps
that is part of the difficulty with contemporary society's
definitions
altogether. we try to protect those of
us on the outside by
saying
they have a voice but in the they-ness of this defense those of
us on
the outside are once again made outsiders and perhaps in a
fundamentally
more pernicious way. why can't Barry or
i be considered
an
alchemist?
>
Otherwise, you limit *your* option. The
big picture is not seen and all
> we
have left are "beautful" functions of an ideal that we call
"poetry".
My big
picture goes into recesses of the abyss that are from from the
portrait
you are painting here. sometimes i
honestly wish it didn't
that i
could have the beautiful people worldview.
my experiences in
life no
longer make that a realistic option.
>
> If
you accept accidents as part of the process, you have to accept more
>
dirt and smut, I figure, as well.
You may
recall in "Yahtzee" my position seems to me to be that
acceptance
of accidents and non-acceptance of accidents are
fundamentally
belief in the exact same thing.
And
what you see as "poetic" and
>
"beautiful" I might see otherwise.
That's what I'm saying.
and
that is why you are an alchemist as well.
sincerely,
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
>
>
>> david rhaesa
>
>> salina, Kansas
>
>
cheers, Douglas
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From: Attila Gyenis <GYENIS@AOL.COM>
Subject: Eastward Journey
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cc: kron_m@ns1.halny.hitachi.com, Karen_Gyenis@rld.bofa.com
Well, I
have started the eastward journey, leaving Eureka, CA (named for the
goldminers),
stopped off in San Francisco. Large full moon was rising, but
missed
the great view of it rising over the golden gate bridge. Stopped off
on
Saturday night at Vesuvio's, had a beer, the place was filled with
tourists
(like me) who were just soaking in the ambiance. Vesuvio's is next
door to
City Lights Book store, and has a bunch of Kerouac and other
poet/writers
photos and posters. I've done most of
North Beach in the past,
including
Swenson's Ice Cream, where Kerouac used to get his Rocky Road (this
is just
around the corner from where he used to live in Neal and Carolyn's
attic).
Sunday
drove down Route 101 to Route 1, Pacific Coast Hiway, and stopped off
at many
of the fine beaches that line the coast. The hiway here is not as
nice as
up near Monterey, but still some good beaches. Went through Santa
Barbara,
Ventura, Leo Carillo Beach, Malibu. Saw them film BAYWATCH (saw some
pert
action).
Stopped
off, of course, in Venice Beach, home of the cheap sunglasses. There
is a
guy there that jumps on glass-- takes him 1 hour and lots of dollars to
do it
but great gab; a one man band-- he playes the bass guitar with his
feet,
saxaphone, and drum sticks on his arms; and cool polyester dresses. Oh
yeah,
muscle beach which is really a new modern building-- years ago it was
just a
small chain-linked fenced-in area with old heavy weights and big bulky
guys
with lots of tattoos. In general, on Venice Beach you see a lot of
tattoos
and pierced body parts.
On
Malibu Beach saw somebody making concentric circles in the sand, spilling
red
dust into the circles, with a small gathering of men, all in blue, with
drums.
I think they were trying to make reservations on Halle Bob.
Today
trying to decide the general route east. We have no plan, but are
planning
a southern route since we want to spend a couple of days in
Narlens--
you have to stay at least a couple of day because you have to sober
up
before you continue driving. Does anybody know the address of where
Burroughs
lived in Algiers (which is just across the Mississippi River)?
Maybe
drive to Las Vegas tomorrow (already one day behind on the trip but how
is that
possible if I don't have any schedule) but no money to gamble with.
Or I
could take all the gas money and parley it. I had this dream once to bet
on 39
rouge (in roulette).
Right
now at a friends house and swimming in their pool.
Wish I
had air conditioner in the car. And I have to remember to buy milk.
Later,
Attila
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THIS IS
NOT A GUILT TRIP (johnny rotten:
"this is not a love song"
albeit
briefly)
or
warm
voice / cold voice
I
come to
your office
weekly
50
minutes
out of
all the minutes
remaining
in the week
it
seems
hardly
barely
not
enough
i panic,
overflowing,
screaming,
throw us a rope!
or,
quick
switchz:
>>>>>>>>>>ah
go fuck yrself
II
i
gotta
get down from this cross
i've
been riding
all
these long days
but, as
long as i'm at it,
sit up
and hear the truth!
i can't
pay you
and in
the economics of therapy
hierarchies
thrive
money
talks, or lets others talk for hours and years
no
silver crosses your palm
hierarchies
are maintained:
we are
on c-rations:
the one
50 minute hour
III
"be
grateful for what you've got!
rants
the mother in my head
yep
she's still up there
rent
free.
talk
family economics!
when we
spoke last week
on the
phone
your
warm voice disappeared!
and a
laconic attitude seemed to take its place
an 'oh
well'
said in
an 'oh well' sort of voice
guilty
of everything
i
can't
pull away from my reaction
your
sound advice
cold
voice
dog in the background
(it was
very obvious
lots of
quiet/no speak moments
(that i
had intruded)
obvious
that
the week holds 50 minutes
for me.
no
difference.
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Subject: Re: howling is expression of life
Maya:
I
forwarded your post to James Grauerholz at Burroughs Communications.
Pam
Plymell
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RACE
writ:
>>
unfortunately, your words still bounce off the dense unsmoked rock which
>>
passes for a brain.
perhaps
it is my brain that is smoked like rock.
But no, that actually
is not
true. Smoked like salmon, perhaps, but
rock, no....
>>
i don't find poet's godlike at all.
quite to the contrary, it seems
Well,
god. I mean, good. I can't stand idolizing. If the poet needs a
position
in the hierarchy of society, let us not forget the down and
out, as
well. Surely this is Beat
Manifesto?? That's what I was
saying. Personally, I'd rather discuss form,
structure, anything else
than
position in society. fuck that. Or perhaps I'm not ready to
discuss
this. That perhaps, is closer to the
truth. As Kenny Rogers
would
say about gambling, now is not the time or place. I'll wait until
the
deal is done, thank you.
>>
You may recall in "Yahtzee" my position seems to me to be that
>>
acceptance of accidents and non-acceptance of accidents are
>>
fundamentally belief in the exact same thing.
I
didn't follow that thread, sorry. If
you're talking polemics, sure,
you're
probably right about this equation. But
in the normal everyday
occurrence
of things, we try to do what is quote unquote "right" and
oftentimes
forget or avoid anything else. As far
as intention goes, I
figure
the two are very different.
>>
and that is why you are an alchemist as well.
and
you, as well, sir. Yet, I would resist
placing such a label on
myself
at this time. I feel like the owner of
Kentucky fried chicken
store,
greasy, tired, and eager to get out of the whole "chicken and
egg"
question quick. Smells like adrenaline,
aluminum, death. Just
feed me
and let me cuddle up beside you, dear.
I will fight the rush
hour
gladiators for god and country in the morning, I promise.
>>
david rhaesa
>>
salina, Kansas
>>>
cheers, Douglas
>
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
>
RACE writ:
>
>
>> unfortunately, your words still bounce off the dense unsmoked rock
which
>
>> passes for a brain.
>
>
perhaps it is my brain that is smoked like rock. But no, that actually
> is
not true. Smoked like salmon, perhaps,
but rock, no....
>
>
>> i don't find poet's godlike at all.
quite to the contrary, it seems
>
>
Well, god. I mean, good. I can't stand idolizing. If the poet needs a
>
position in the hierarchy of society, let us not forget the down and
>
out, as well. Surely this is Beat
Manifesto?? That's what I was
>
saying. Personally, I'd rather discuss
form, structure, anything else
>
than position in society. fuck
that. Or perhaps I'm not ready to
>
discuss this. That perhaps, is closer
to the truth. As Kenny Rogers
>
would say about gambling, now is not the time or place. I'll wait until
>
the deal is done, thank you.
>
>
>> You may recall in "Yahtzee" my position seems to me to be
that
>
>> acceptance of accidents and non-acceptance of accidents are
>
>> fundamentally belief in the exact same thing.
>
> I
didn't follow that thread, sorry. If
you're talking polemics, sure,
>
you're probably right about this equation.
But in the normal everyday
>
occurrence of things, we try to do what is quote unquote "right" and
>
oftentimes forget or avoid anything else.
As far as intention goes, I
> figure
the two are very different.
>
>
>> and that is why you are an alchemist as well.
>
>
and you, as well, sir. Yet, I would
resist placing such a label on
>
myself at this time. I feel like the
owner of Kentucky fried chicken
>
store, greasy, tired, and eager to get out of the whole "chicken and
>
egg" question quick. Smells like
adrenaline, aluminum, death. Just
>
feed me and let me cuddle up beside you, dear.
I will fight the rush
>
hour gladiators for god and country in the morning, I promise.
>
>
>> david rhaesa
>
>> salina, Kansas
>
>
>>> cheers, Douglas
>
>
i was
quite unclear. it was my brain not
yours that i was referring to
as
rock-like.
not
certain that i'm up for cuddling but would be more than happy to
share
some Kentucky Fried anytime you're in town.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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Subject: Re: The Role of the Poet
An old
and mutual acquaintance of mine and Ginsberg brought this quote to my
from
the NY Times and wanted to know why?
Any answers.
In,
short brains and minds, like neurons and ideas, demand separate and
different
levels of discourse.
NY
Times Book Review, The Talking Cure, reviewed by Richard Retak , Sunday,
June
22nd.
Charles
Plymell
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>david
rhaesa of salina, Kansas writ:
>>not
certain that i'm up for cuddling but would be more than happy to
>>
share some Kentucky Fried anytime you're in town.
>
But
*all* poets cuddle!! didn't you know??
;-) This is the true
function
and ultimate goal of a Poet. better
than a can opener. better
than a
57 chevy. Cuddles by a poet trained in
the art and technique can
be
quite heavenly!!
Can I
have a witness? I say, can I have a
witness?!?
Hallelujah...
>Douglas
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>From: Pamela Beach
Plymell[SMTP:CVEditions@AOL.COM]
>
>>
In, short brains and minds, like neurons and ideas, demand separate and
>>
different levels of discourse.
Well,
my understand of the question: there's
the animal "brain" and the
human
"mind". One is more or less
predetermined and the other left up
to
invent for it's own sake.
expressions: "We are of one mind" vs "oh
my god, my brain is killing
me..."
>>
Charles Plymell
Douglas
(who has yet another hour of "work" left.... ug)
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Subject: Re: Blah, Blah, Blah
In a
message dated 97-06-24 13:20:41 EDT, you write:
<<
Some wonderful flirting. Realized maybe
sex isn't dead yet.
Only dying slowly. >>
I had a
young lady help me work on my manuscript today. Fresh picked flowers
were on
the windowsill. I burned three kinds of incense. Listened to Elmore
James
and the Sweet Inspirations. And we smoked a little. By the time Pam
came home
I almost had her dressed in pieces of fine leather from my dad's
briefcase
he got in Aztec country. She is the kind of beauty that a decadent
lifestyle
only makes more beautiful. I asked her if she wanted to make a
movie
of Thongs by Alexander Trocchi and if she could bear a heavy cross. I
was
sifting through the pile of downloads for Dennis Hopper's address to ask
for his
input. It was a kind of rainy cool day and the hanging petunias were
bright.
Charles
Plymell
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As long
as we're talking advice, flirting, and sex, perhaps someone
would
like to take a stab at this dilemma:
"How
to best love a woman who lives 125 miles away?"
Please
respond in a BEAT manner. cheers,
Douglas
"the
map is not the territory"
babu@electriciti.com
(attribution unknown) www.electriciti.com/babu/
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>From: Patricia Elliott[SMTP:pelliott@sunflower.com]
>>
any knowledge. no getter courtship than laughter and tears.
ok,
still at work. tried calling, but got a
message saying, "no longer
in
service". :-( <<laugh>> I must have the wrong number! Hopefully
it gets
"getter" than this. Or I'm
really gonna cry...
>>
p
>thanx,
Douglas
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
> As
long as we're talking advice, flirting, and sex, perhaps someone
>
would like to take a stab at this dilemma:
>
>
"How to best love a woman who lives 125 miles away?"
>
>
Please respond in a BEAT manner.
cheers, Douglas
>
>
"the map is not the territory" babu@electriciti.com
> (attribution unknown) www.electriciti.com/babu/
buy her
a standard transmission car ??????
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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At 1:53
AM -0700 6/24/97, RACE --- wrote:
>
actually, the answer would be an
EMPHATIC no. The kind of poet being
>
described in that quotation is the poet as magician and most easily
>
understood as a word alchemist. if one
accepts the power of symbols in
>
shaping reality, the poet's ability to Perceive and then stir the
>
symbolic soup is a Real form of contemporary alchemy. What you were
>
referring to is probably a real creature but my hunch is that the
>
alchemist can with some effort overcome the population of these middle
>
aged gentlement in terms of pure magic.
yes,
and my argument for the definition of a poet would necessitate that
this
"magician" and "alchemist" spend time on the SHITLIST. Oh, god
forbid,
our poet should have a criminal record!
should be despised by a
great
many. From these latest clarifications,
sounds like you're
describing
some teenage african-american, sent-up for 5-10 on crack related
charges. Is this what you meant??? :-)
>
>
david rhaesa
>
salina, Kansas
cheers,
Douglas
http://www.electriciti.com/babu/ summer
save
it, just keep it off my wave
is
-- ("my wave," soundgarden) here
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Diane
Carter wrote:
Essentially the poet is god, creating out of
the
>
unknown, speaking truth that transforms the daily experience.
> DC
Guys,
it's been a long day. A poet is a person who can write poetry.
Tautalogical
as it may sound. Has more to do with
craftsmanship than
divinity. A "maker" of verse. A singer of
stories.
In our
world a poet is someone who can get at least a few other people
to
agree that what he or she does is poetry.
Does anyone seriously
think
that Chaucer or Pope, for example,
every thought of themselves as
Gods or
Alchemists?
J
Stauffer
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say it
ain't so
a poem can't
make peace work, only missles
can't
save lifes, makes you feel nice
nice
people saying nice things.
not the
chance line of real truth coming from
that
horrible smelly homeless loser.
justify
that life, do they make a paycheck
priest
of garbage
i would
rather my poets were within the frame,
maybe right after a good game.
life is
hard and dark and evil,and full of random love
why know
clean noses is it,
that
the truth. that resistance to antbiotics might mean
end of
woman
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Date: Tue, 24 Jun 1997 23:17:03 -0700
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
> At
11:47 AM -0700 6/24/97, Diane Carter wrote:
>
>
> I agree with David's alchemist concept, and the idea that "the poet
>
> retains the faculty to be suddenly delighted by the sheer REALITY of the
>
> world 'out there.' It actually
leads to an awesome attention span,
>
> because one is suddenly attentive to the smallest aspect of daily life as
>
> a part of the greater whole of the universe. Sometimes that leads to
>
> screaming but only when encountering those who have limited their
>
> perception of the poet.
Essentially the poet is god, creating out of the
> >
unknown, speaking truth that transforms the daily experience.
>
> DC
>
> I
think I saw your poet in Beverly Hills, pushing his cart, and calling
>
all the tourists whores and sluts. god,
my ass. His long beard and
>
flagrant smell matched the rags and *sheer reality* of the situation.
>
I'm sorry, but I still say 'bullshit' to this type of interpretation.
>
You're describing a crazy motherfucker, paranoid and utterly angst
>
ridden from all the fear he perceives directed at his person. Got
> forbid
he should be a transvestite, vietnam war veteran... Is this who
>
(not *what*) you meant?? Are you
prepared to limit your list of
>
"beautiful" people??
>
>
cheers, Douglas
>
>
PS: I take your poet and dip it in my
coffee and batter it with
>
Cherios.
>
>
"the map is not the territory" babu@electriciti.com
> (attribution unknown) www.electriciti.com/babu/
I think
you missed my point or perhaps I missed your's. The idea of the
poet/artist
as god creating a work out of nothing does not have much to
do with
any stratus of society. And I have no
idea where your idea of
fear
comes in. The poet may be a whore, a
crazy motherfucker, a
transvestite,
a vietnam war veteran, a college professor, or the
president
of general motors, for all I care about his background or where
he/she
is seen on the ladder of social importance, inside or outside of
society.
Writing a poem is a creative act, and in that act, man becomes
godlike,
creating form and substance out of nothingness.
DC
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Pamela
Beach Plymell wrote:
>
> In
a message dated 97-06-24 13:20:41 EDT, you write:
>
>
<< Some wonderful flirting.
Realized maybe sex isn't dead yet.
> Only dying slowly. >>
> I
had a young lady help me work on my manuscript today. Fresh picked flowers
>
were on the windowsill. I burned three kinds of incense. Listened to Elmore
>
James and the Sweet Inspirations. And we smoked a little. By the time Pam
>
came home I almost had her dressed in pieces of fine leather from my dad's
>
briefcase he got in Aztec country. She is the kind of beauty that a decadent
>
lifestyle only makes more beautiful. I asked her if she wanted to make a
>
movie of Thongs by Alexander Trocchi and if she could bear a heavy cross. I
>
was sifting through the pile of downloads for Dennis Hopper's address to ask
>
for his input. It was a kind of rainy cool day and the hanging petunias were
>
bright.
>
Charles Plymell
Sort of
restores one's faith that the good things don't die. Always
appreciate
Dennis's work and a little leather and Elmore James
The
kind of beauty that decadence enhances if rare and wonderful indeed.
J
Stauffer
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Subject: the blood of a poet
Has
anyone seen this delightful film ('Le Sang D'un Poete') by Jean Cocteau?
It's
really early, like 1915 or something.
Black and white. It is 'beat'
through
and through, if such a label applies to a broader style and not to a
group
of people. does anyone know if it is
mentioned anywhere that the beats
were
influenced by him? It looks the way I
imagine a WSB novel would look on
film. Is anybody here familiar with him?
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James
Stauffer wrote:
>
>
Guys, it's been a long day. A poet is a person who can write poetry.
>
Tautalogical as it may sound. Has more
to do with craftsmanship than
>
divinity. A "maker" of verse.
A singer of stories.
>
> In
our world a poet is someone who can get at least a few other people
> to
agree that what he or she does is poetry.
Does anyone seriously
>
think that Chaucer or Pope, for
example, every thought of themselves as
>
Gods or Alchemists?
>
> J
Stauffer
I don't
know, but I bet Blake and Ginsberg did.
Why can't divinity be
found/invoked?
in the craftmanship of creating?
DC
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"Penn,
Douglas, K" wrote
>RACE
writ:
>>
>>>
i didn't understand this. i'm dense at
times.
>
>ah,
good. confusion is good. To clarify, just wanted to point out that
>those
OUTSIDE OF SOCIETY are also poets. that
we should assume that a
>poet
is god, or even godlike. human, thank
you, is how I'll take mine.
>I'll
take six.
i'll
take two dozen in lime green.
-leo
"Zeus,
most glorious and great, and you other immortal gods; may the brains
of
whichever party beraks this treaty be poured out on the ground as that
wine is
poured, and not only theirs but their childrens too; and may
foriegners
possess their wives." -- war prayer from Homer's Iliad
"You
scream, I steam, we all want egg cream." --Lou Reed, "Egg Cream"
"The
air is dark, the night is sad
I lie
sleepless and I groan
Nobody
cares when a man goes mad.
He is
sorry, God is glad.
Shadow
changes into bone,
shadow
changes into bone."
--Allen
Ginsberg, from "Interlude"
"God
said to Abraham, 'Kill me a son.' Abe said 'Man, you must be puttin'
me on'
God said 'No.' Abe said, 'What?' God said 'You can do what you want
Abe
but, next time you see me comin', man you better run.' Well, Abe said
'Where
you want this killin' done?' God said 'Out on Highway 61.'" --Bob
Dylan
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>>From: Pamela Beach Plymell[SMTP:CVEditions@AOL.COM]
>>
>>>
In, short brains and minds, like neurons and ideas, demand separate and
>>>
different levels of discourse.
>
>Well,
my understand of the question: there's
the animal "brain" and the
>human
"mind". One is more or less
predetermined and the other left up
>to
invent for it's own sake.
>
I
believe that humans retain the reptilian and mammalian portions of the
brain,
which are more instinct driven, and also possess the neo-cortex, the
portion
of the brain which is uniquely human, the part which works to
create
images for us when we read. incidentally, thank god the animals
can't
write poetry or think what kind of mess we'd be in.
-leo
"Zeus,
most glorious and great, and you other immortal gods; may the brains
of whichever
party beraks this treaty be poured out on the ground as that
wine is
poured, and not only theirs but their childrens too; and may
foriegners
possess their wives." -- war prayer from Homer's Iliad
"You
scream, I steam, we all want egg cream." --Lou Reed, "Egg Cream"
"The
air is dark, the night is sad
I lie
sleepless and I groan
Nobody
cares when a man goes mad.
He is
sorry, God is glad.
Shadow
changes into bone,
shadow
changes into bone."
--Allen
Ginsberg, from "Interlude"
"God
said to Abraham, 'Kill me a son.' Abe said 'Man, you must be puttin'
me on'
God said 'No.' Abe said, 'What?' God said 'You can do what you want
Abe
but, next time you see me comin', man you better run.' Well, Abe said
'Where
you want this killin' done?' God said 'Out on Highway 61.'" --Bob
Dylan
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In
response to:
> . .
. America made Tom beat . . .
Naw,
man. America made Tom a dope. Our good friend Huck was the original
American
archetype - he had that twitch that kept him restless, on the
go.
Here's
a poem for the shoeless boy:
The IT FANTASTIC
Make
the best o things the way you find em, says I that s my motto.
This
ain t no bad thing we ve struck here plenty grub and an easy
life
come, give us your hand . . . and less all be friends.
-Huck
enjoy the ride
we hear
it
go by
downstream the Mississippi
we see
it
go by
downstream on raft /
canoe
with
all its
adventures
and all
its
creations
and all
its
foundations
enjoy the ride
it, enjoy it
become
of it
embrace
it
it will
come
it is familiar
it is
because
Huck knew of it
without knowing it
can we
say
he dug
it?
we can
cause he was /
is it
[this
is primarily a performance piece, very simple to the point - BTW,
'it' should
all be in italics - the phrasing is stretched with 'it']
Joseph
Neudorfer
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
>
RACE writ:
>
>
>> unfortunately, your words still bounce off the dense unsmoked rock
which
>
>> passes for a brain.
>
>
perhaps it is my brain that is smoked like rock. But no, that actually
> is
not true. Smoked like salmon, perhaps,
but rock, no....
>
>
>> i don't find poet's godlike at all.
quite to the contrary, it seems
>
>
Well, god. I mean, good. I can't stand idolizing. If the poet needs a
>
position in the hierarchy of society, let us not forget the down and
>
out, as well. Surely this is Beat
Manifesto?? That's what I was
>
saying. Personally, I'd rather discuss
form, structure, anything else
>
than position in society. fuck
that. Or perhaps I'm not ready to
>
discuss this. That perhaps, is closer
to the truth. As Kenny Rogers
>
would say about gambling, now is not the time or place. I'll wait until
>
the deal is done, thank you.
>
>
>> You may recall in "Yahtzee" my position seems to me to be
that
>
>> acceptance of accidents and non-acceptance of accidents are
>
>> fundamentally belief in the exact same thing.
>
> I
didn't follow that thread, sorry. If
you're talking polemics, sure,
>
you're probably right about this equation.
But in the normal everyday
>
occurrence of things, we try to do what is quote unquote "right" and
>
oftentimes forget or avoid anything else.
As far as intention goes, I
>
figure the two are very different.
>
>
>> and that is why you are an alchemist as well.
>
>
and you, as well, sir. Yet, I would
resist placing such a label on
>
myself at this time. I feel like the
owner of Kentucky fried chicken
>
store, greasy, tired, and eager to get out of the whole "chicken and
>
egg" question quick. Smells like
adrenaline, aluminum, death. Just
>
feed me and let me cuddle up beside you, dear.
I will fight the rush
>
hour gladiators for god and country in the morning, I promise.
>
>
>> david rhaesa
>
>> salina, Kansas
>
>
>>> cheers, Douglas
David...
"Just feed me and let me cuddle up beside you, dear. I will
fight
the rush hour gladiators for god and country in the morning. I
promise." Thanks...I needed to smile today.
Barb
>
>
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Penn,
Douglas, K wrote:
>
>
>david rhaesa of salina, Kansas writ:
>
>
>>not certain that i'm up for cuddling but would be more than happy to
>
>> share some Kentucky Fried anytime you're in town.
>
>
>
But *all* poets cuddle!! didn't you
know?? ;-) This is the true
>
function and ultimate goal of a Poet.
better than a can opener. better
>
than a 57 chevy. Cuddles by a poet
trained in the art and technique can
> be
quite heavenly!!
>
>
Can I have a witness? I say, can I have
a witness?!?
>
>
Hallelujah...
>
>
>Douglas
Cuddles
with a poet? hmmm...I've been known to
cuddle up with a good
book of
poetry. but despite the art and technique of the professional
cuddle,
have ended up battered by corners of dark thought and newly
dimpled
by sharp-witted lines...not heavenly...but good
nonetheless...and
better for having slept on it.
Barb
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Marioka7@aol.com
wrote:
>
>
dear barb..
>
> I am so sorry. I never meant to come off
as critical of you and your
>
values. I admire the fact that you are
happy and confident in your
>
lifestyle. And I certainly do not
glorify drug use, suicide,
>
self-annihilation and the like. I am
merely interested in it because it
>
seems to be the general condition of my peers.
In fact, i have repeatedly
>
raged against it on this list, perhaps before you signed on. Of course
>
self-imposed misery and pain are ridiculous.
If you knew me, you would see
>
that i am a basically happy person. But
as for the kind of poetry I like
>
(and this may be purely a question of taste, in which case it is natural for
>
you not to agree) I suppose i do prefer poets that speak of important
>
spiritual matters while at the same time playing with words and creating
>
beauty. A specific feeling or thought
that has behind it a larger truth.
> If you review my previous messages you
will see that i am actually quite
>
critical of Ginsberg. In fact, in one
message i argued that Eliot was the
>
better poet.
> I certainly do have the
"strength" to meet this lifestyle.
I am a
>
teacher myself.
> I
meant no disrespect to you and i hope that you will write this off as a
>
misunderstanding. if you would like to
discuss the artistic and literary
>
merits and innovations of William Burroughs, i am up for it, and believe me,
>
there is a lot to say. I would take
pleasure in convincing you of his place
> in
literature.
>
------------------------------------maya
>
>Maya,
Thank you for that response (gosh! I
feel so warm and fuzzy, I think
I'll write
a poem about eating a peach...Whoops..I
dare say it's been
done..) Sincerely, it did much to alleviate my
feelings of complete
pissiness
and irksomeness, whose comparable intensity index would be
three
days prior to my period, correlating with a full moon in the lunar
cycle,
after ingesting 8,047% more sodium than the daily recommended
doses
by the FDA. In fact, was about to write
a parody of Lady
Lazarus..except
of course...the peanut munching beat crowd is waiting
for me
to slit my wrists, not rise again *L*.
Anyhow, thanks...because
I
really didn't want to write that particular poem...would rather drink
some
beer, using it as a dirutic for all that salt.
I think I'll stay awhile *grin*....if only to annoy everyone (could
have
used it in the Lady Lazarus schpiel).
Thanks
again,
A
dissenting voice among the dissenting voices
Barb
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 00:36:01 -0700
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From: Malcolm Lawrence
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Subject: Berkeley summer '86
happy
summer everyone!
I was
effervescing not too long ago about the transplendent summer I
hitchhiked
to Berkeley in the summer of '86. Well, I finally transcribed my
journal
from that magical summer and put it on my web site. It may take a
minute
or two to download because I put it all on one HTML page, but its
not the
type of thing you can chop up too well. You'll know what I mean.
http://www.wolfenet.com/~malcolm/berkeley.htm
enjoy!
Malcs
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poet is
not god; homer wrote of the gods had no claim to anything else. all
begins
with early writings of men writing about gods
healing
gods embedded in ritual and alchemical process does not make poet god
it
isn't just me inside this ring
i
itsn't just me inside this ring
it
isn't just me inside this ring
this
ring of blood and fire....
....the
poems alchemy
begins its work
changing blood to ink
taking
the spiritual inner experience
and
putting it to paper, is i think, a singularly mortal task. universal.
no god
best god.
gone
mc
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"but
to live outside the law you must be honest"
i think
bob dylan sed that.
mc
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From: Maya Gorton <Marioka7@AOL.COM>
Subject: Re: first thought and revision
In a
message dated 97-06-24 02:50:45 EDT, you write:
"Watch
which weeds you pull up in the same vein"
<<
imagine the old gardener and let me know what
he looks like down to his
veins.
you are much better at such imagination than I.
>>
He
looks like WIlliam Burroughs, of course.
He means 'don't pull up ALL the
weeds
cause some of them may be good'. Just
like there are some good things
running
through your veins and some bad. Bad
blood. but that doesn't mean
you
should cut your wrists and bleed yourself to death. That's like throwing
out the
baby with the dishwater or something.
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appreciate
the running road guide. couldn't
imagine taking a computer on
the
cross country treck, much less signing on to sing it. buy you a drink
when
you get to nyc.
mwbarton.
On Tue,
24 Jun 1997, Attila Gyenis wrote:
>
Well, I have started the eastward journey, leaving Eureka, CA (named for the
>
goldminers), stopped off in San Francisco. Large full moon was rising, but
>
missed the great view of it rising over the golden gate bridge. Stopped off
> on
Saturday night at Vesuvio's, had a beer, the place was filled with
>
tourists (like me) who were just soaking in the ambiance. Vesuvio's is next
>
door to City Lights Book store, and has a bunch of Kerouac and other
>
poet/writers photos and posters. I've done most of North Beach in the past,
>
including Swenson's Ice Cream, where Kerouac used to get his Rocky Road (this
> is
just around the corner from where he used to live in Neal and Carolyn's
>
attic).
>
>
Sunday drove down Route 101 to Route 1, Pacific Coast Hiway, and stopped off
> at
many of the fine beaches that line the coast. The hiway here is not as
>
nice as up near Monterey, but still some good beaches. Went through Santa
>
Barbara, Ventura, Leo Carillo Beach, Malibu. Saw them film BAYWATCH (saw some
>
pert action).
>
>
Stopped off, of course, in Venice Beach, home of the cheap sunglasses. There
> is
a guy there that jumps on glass-- takes him 1 hour and lots of dollars to
> do
it but great gab; a one man band-- he playes the bass guitar with his
>
feet, saxaphone, and drum sticks on his arms; and cool polyester dresses. Oh
>
yeah, muscle beach which is really a new modern building-- years ago it was
>
just a small chain-linked fenced-in area with old heavy weights and big bulky
>
guys with lots of tattoos. In general, on Venice Beach you see a lot of
>
tattoos and pierced body parts.
>
> On
Malibu Beach saw somebody making concentric circles in the sand, spilling
>
red dust into the circles, with a small gathering of men, all in blue, with
>
drums. I think they were trying to make reservations on Halle Bob.
>
>
Today trying to decide the general route east. We have no plan, but are
>
planning a southern route since we want to spend a couple of days in
>
Narlens-- you have to stay at least a couple of day because you have to sober
> up
before you continue driving. Does anybody know the address of where
>
Burroughs lived in Algiers (which is just across the Mississippi River)?
>
>
Maybe drive to Las Vegas tomorrow (already one day behind on the trip but how
> is
that possible if I don't have any schedule) but no money to gamble with.
> Or
I could take all the gas money and parley it. I had this dream once to bet
> on
39 rouge (in roulette).
>
>
Right now at a friends house and swimming in their pool.
>
>
Wish I had air conditioner in the car. And I have to remember to buy milk.
>
>
Later, Attila
>
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>"but
to live outside the law you must be honest"
>i
think bob dylan sed that.
>mc
he also
said, "in Jersey everything's legal, as long as you don't get caught=
"
-leo
"Zeus,
most glorious and great, and you other immortal gods; may the brains
of
whichever party beraks this treaty be poured out on the ground as that
wine is
poured, and not only theirs but their childrens too; and may
foriegners
possess their wives." -- war prayer from Homer's Iliad
"You
scream, I steam, we all want egg cream." --Lou Reed, "Egg Cream"
"The
air is dark, the night is sad
I lie
sleepless and I groan
Nobody
cares when a man goes mad.
He is
sorry, God is glad.
Shadow
changes into bone,
shadow
changes into bone."
--Allen
Ginsberg, from "Interlude"
"God
said to Abraham, 'Kill me a son.' Abe said 'Man, you must be puttin'
me on'
God said 'No.' Abe said, 'What?' God said 'You can do what you want
Abe
but, next time you see me comin', man you better run.' Well, Abe said
'Where
you want this killin' done?' God said 'Out on Highway 61.'" --Bob
Dylan
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 11:03:00 -0400
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Subject: if God is Pooh Bear, is Piglet St.
Michael?
Hmmmmm....I'm
reading _Off the Road_, & in chapter 40 Carolyn Cassady
includes
part of a letter from Jack, written in 1954, I believe, & one of
the
lines goes....
"Let
me know about the little ones who know that God is Pooh-Bear and that
the
rainbow went in the water...."
Reminded
me of the God is Pooh-Bear conversation a few months back...
Diane.
--
Life is
weird. Remember to brush your teeth.
--Heidi
A. Emhoff
ek242@cleveland.freenet.edu
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At 7:58
PM -0700 6/24/97, Maya Gorton wrote:
>
Has anyone seen this delightful film ('Le Sang D'un Poete') by Jean Cocteau?
>
It's really early, like 1915 or something.
Black and white. It is 'beat'
>
through and through, if such a label applies to a broader style and not to a
>
group of people. does anyone know if it
is mentioned anywhere that the beats
>
were influenced by him? It looks the
way I imagine a WSB novel would look on
>
film. Is anybody here familiar with
him?
I
always get the film confused with "Orpheus" (also by Cocteau?). Love the
two
scene (from either movie) where Orpheus is tuning the radio to hear
sounds
from the dead side, and then, love the scene where he travels thru a
plane
of water (blood?) to reach it.
If I
reach, and completely malign my memory, perhaps one could draw
similarities
to WSB's "towers open fire"??
cheers,
Douglas
http://www.electriciti.com/babu/ summer
save
it, just keep it off my wave
is
-- ("my wave," soundgarden) here
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 11:33:09 -0400
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>As
long as we're talking advice, flirting, and sex, perhaps someone
>would
like to take a stab at this dilemma:
>
>"How
to best love a woman who lives 125 miles away?"
>
>Please
respond in a BEAT manner. cheers,
Douglas
>
>>Online
computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as
>>"cybersex".
Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through
>>Internet
phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below,
>>one
of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an online
>>chat
doesn't seem to quite get the point of cyber sex. Then again, maybe
>>he
does....
>>
>>Wellhung:
Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels.
>>I
work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are
>>36-24-36.
What do you look like?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a
>>pair
of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a
>>T-shirt
with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells
>>funny..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I want you.Would you like to screw me?
>>
>>Wellhung:
OK
>>
>>Sweetheart:
We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo
>>and
candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes,
>>smiling.
My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle
>>your
huge, swelling bulge..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
>>
>>Wellhung:
Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm moaning softly..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides
>>off
my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing..
>>
>>Wellhung:
My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a
>>hole
in your blouse.I'm sorry..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'll pay for it..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft
>>breasts
are rising and falling, as I breathe harder and harder..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do
>>you
have any scissors?
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back
>>undoing
the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my
>>breasts.
My nipples are erect for you..
>>
>>Wellhung:
How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the
>>clasp..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your
>>tongue
all over me..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts.
>>They're
neat!
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling
>>your
ear..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and
>>phlegm..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
What?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm so sorry. Really..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my
>>blouse..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a
>>plop..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard
>>tool..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in
>>and
out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
What's the matter?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Are you OK?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Can I help?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling
>>through
the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
>>
>>Sweetheart:
In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Come back to me, lover.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm washing the cup now..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm on the bed arching for you.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet.
>>And
now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost.
>>Where's
the bedroom?
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I found it..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so
>>badly..
>>
>>Wellhung:
Me too..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies
>>pressing
each other..
>>
>>Wellhung:
Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
>>
>>Sweetheart
Why don't you take off your glasses?
>>
>>Wellhung:
OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the
>>glasses
on the night table..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
>>
>>Wellhung:
I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and
>>toward
the bathroom..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Hurry back, lover..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the
>>toilet.
I lift the lid..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I
>>can't
find it. Uh-oh!
>>
>>Sweetheart:
What's the matter now?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry
>>again.
I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Mmm, yes. Come on..
>>
>>Wellhung:
OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in
>>your...you
know...woman's thing..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your
>>neck.
Umm, I'm having a little trouble here..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it
>>another
second! Slide in! Screw me now!
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm flaccid..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
What?
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on
>>my
face..
>>
>>Wellhung:
I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all
>>floppy.
I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my
>>underwear.
Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse..
>>
>>Wellhung:
No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table.
>>I'm
feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture
>>frames
and your candles..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
>>
>>Wellhung:
I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our
>>candles
fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it,
>>a
shocked look on my face..
>>
>>Sweetheart:
Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
>>
>>Wellhung:
Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
>>
>>Sweetheart:
--logged off--
>
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 09:38:37 -0700
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Ken posted:
>>>Online
computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as
>>>"cybersex".
Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through
>>>Internet
phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below,
>>>one
of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an online
>>>chat
doesn't seem to quite get the point of cyber sex. Then again, maybe
>>>he
does....
reminds
me of Elaine Mays and Mike Nichols doing their comedy routine.
And
yes, I think he *does* get the point.
thanx for posting this! Went
home,
got the correct number of my LA Woman, and well, we talked.
Nothing
to write home about. I continue to
wonder about the merits of
long
distance relationships. Don't think I
could ever mail this woman a
raw fish. just wouldn't appreciate it. But hell, I don't know.
thinking
about restraint, beat restraint. cheers, Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 10:03:39 -0400
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>Douglas
Penn wrote:
>"How
to best love a woman who lives 125 miles away?"
>Please
respond in a BEAT manner. cheers, Douglas
I first met the island not long after my
second wife and I got
married.
(Beat enuf for ya?)
My wife and I spent our first year apart
(thanks to Uncle Sam's Abject
Farce (or USAF for short). I was at the end of the Aleutian chain
(they called it Alaska tho I was closer
to Tokyo than Anchorage). I
was over 2,000 miles from her but thanks
to y'alls (and my) tax
dollars I got to talk to her on the phone
every night.
Your sit'ation isn't quite the same. 125 miles at 85 miles per hour
(wink to our friend Sir Speed Limit who
perished in San Miguel de
Allende) isn't but a blink (or
160,000-odd railroad ties).
'Course if y'er vehicularly challenged
(and can't steal them as good
as our boy from Denver) then it might as
well be the Pacific twixt ya.
In that case write letters, long letters
full of prosody and sweet
talk of love things (there's Dean
again). Historically Beat authors
(not "historically, beat authors",
I'm referring to those
traditionally considered "the
Beats" as opposed to modern Beat
authors)...ahem, yass, Historically Beat
authors, of course, wrote
wonderful love letters. Glean a few lines from Grace Beats Karma
(especially helpful if your 125 mile
romance involves a woman who is
aroused by the names of Popes) or simply
quote a few lines from your
current readings...leaving out the part
about boys (in your case) and
the fact that you've got two or more women
on a rather intricate
schedule and you'll make that 125 miles
to arrive at precisely 3:17
p.m. for seventeen minutes of passion.
Jack said it best "Live your life
through...naw, LOVE your life
through". I guess my advice to you, Mr. Penn is if you love her, 125
miles is a perfect distance.
Matt Hannan
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 09:53:43 -0700
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Matt
writ:
>> Jack said it best "Live your life
through...naw, LOVE your life
>> through". I guess my advice to you, Mr. Penn is if you love her, 125
>> miles is a perfect distance.
>
ah. perhaps I should keep my mouth shut for a
while. all these posts.
Love
has always been a restrained thing in my book.
released slowly and
only if
received carelessly. ah, youth. thoughts come to mind, "how to
BEAT a
woman to love" [no, no, no, no], or "10 ways to tell if a BEAT is
in
love" [ok, maybe]. But what's
really on my mind is this "Can a BEAT
love a
CARROT??"
still
chuckling over Ken's post. Am very much
appreciative of
Sinverguenza's
post that included the lines from "Interlude" : 'shadow
changes
into bone'. Anybody know the band, the
Pixies, and their song
"bone
machine"? Am trying to figure out
how this would *look*.
>
>> Matt Hannan
cheers,
Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 10:21:26 -0700
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Diane
writ:
>>
society. Writing a poem is a creative act, and in that act, man becomes
>>
godlike, creating form and substance out of nothingness.
yes, I
completely agree. yet, yet, hesitate to
make such claims.
feeling
that creative act in me, seeing it given form, *I* have fear.
yes. *I* have fear. Do not want a messiah complex.
do not want to
believe
that such a "missle" (to quote patricia) could create or
destroy. Do not want to ask, why me?, my lord, why
me?
rather,
I would distribute this gift accordingly, to everyone and
everything. To those whose work goes unrecognized. those who make
circuit
boards for a living. those who
teach. those who floss their
teeth. Simply put, those who establish an act of
being, those are
creative
acts. creative people.
I do
not want to separate the creative act from normal quote unquote
life. If god is in the details and true life is
better than fiction,
then
please, let us leave both there. as
they be, and let us be
grateful
to recognize their existence. amen.
A
string of sayings floating thru me head, "power, absolute power [read
creative
act] corrupts absolutely". This is
what I meant by fear [or
partially].
>DC
cheers,
Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 10:26:06 -0700
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Leo
writ:
>>
i'll take two dozen in lime green.
It's
not Easter yet, you'll have to wait.
;-) Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 10:39:29 -0700
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Joesph
writ:
>> because
>> Huck knew of it
>> without knowing it
Did
Huck have a girl who lived 125 miles upstream, too?? ;-)
I like
how _it_ reads and am curious how _it_ plays out performance
wise. Any background images/sounds?? Fire and the sound of birds in a
jungle....
a newspaper being read in a cafe [flip, flip].... high rises
tracking
the arc of the sun.... marshes and swamps dark with
fireflies...
>
>>
Joseph Neudorfer
>cheers,
Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 19:29:27 +0200
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DEAR
friends,
Lowell
Massachusetts on the tombstone:
"Ti
Jean - John Kerouac who honored Life - his wife Stella"
---
yrs
Rinaldo.
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 10:49:57 -0700
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Barb
writ:
>>
Cuddles with a poet? hmmm...I've been
known to cuddle up with a good
>>
book of poetry. but despite the art and technique of the professional
>>
cuddle, have ended up battered by corners of dark thought and newly
>>
dimpled by sharp-witted lines...not heavenly...but good
>>
nonetheless...and better for having slept on it.
yes,
then you have met the Collosus of poetry.
Ridden its bareback and
sceamed
with joy. perhaps been stuck on that
merry go ride too long.
Sharp-tongued
demons, yes, I have felt those via cuddle.
little buggers
sucking
the sap right oughta ma breast. .... like knives gnawing into my
flesh,
reflexively, as I loose the knots and need.
hm, purr. and
grateful,
yes, for the sleep, yes, the sleep that brought light into
those
corners again.
Best to
cuddle in a big empty house. yes. absolutely yes.
>>
Barb
cheers,
Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 11:05:39 -0700
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Marie
writ:
>>
no god best god.
>>
gone
and
might I add, "amen"?? Woke up
this morning wanting to hear Leonard
Cohen's
"Who by Fire" and now I have.
Thank you.
>>
mc
Douglas
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 12:36:53 -0600
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Subject: back in a few days
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ya'll
just
thought that i would let you all know thati am unsubscribing BUT only
for 10
days as i am going on vacation to montreal (jazz fest!, met
relatives,
see antoine, etc) for 10 days and will be away from my 'puter.
do not
dispair i will be back ;^)
if
theres anything VITAL happening that i should know about it - forward
it on
to me and i'll read it when i get back.
i'll
fill ya'llin if anything exciting happens,
yrs
derek
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 14:59:51 -0400
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From: Attila Gyenis <GYENIS@AOL.COM>
Subject: Re: Burroughs
In a
message dated 97-06-22 00:58:20 EDT, CVEditions@AOL.COM (Pamela Beach
Plymell)
writes:
<<
I caught what was supposed to be a gaf of Dole during the campaign
that tobbaco is sometimes less harmful than
milk. >>
It's
simple. Milk in a bottle crashing down on your head is bad. A cigarrette
crashing
down on your head doesn't do anything, therefore cigarrettes are
better
for you then milk. Unless of course you're eating peanut butter
sandwiches,
in which case it is much better to drink milk then to drink
cigarrettes.
it's so
simple, just like Dole was.
Attila
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Does
anyone know where to find Kaddish a script for a play? It is
supposed
to have been performed in 1972.
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 16:24:39 -0400
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From: Maya Gorton <Marioka7@AOL.COM>
Subject: Re: Death of a Poet
In a
message dated 97-06-25 12:05:23 EDT, you write:
<< Writing a poem is a creative act, and in
that act, man becomes
godlike, creating form and substance out of
nothingness.
DC
>>
I don't
think anyone creates out of nothingness.
Not even God (well he's
dead so
it's irrelevant now, isn't it). You can
change things around, mix
them up
a bit, but you can't make something out of nothing.
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 17:18:18 -0400
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From: Maya Gorton <Marioka7@AOL.COM>
Subject: love-sad and death-happy
In a
message dated 97-06-25 00:32:04 EDT, you write:
<<
Just then on a dark and stormy night a mysterious
anti-poet named
Erasura appears on the television screen of
the collective unconscious
and wipes away all peyotic and poetic memory
since the dawn of King
Arthur's ant collection.
>>
Race
your words make me want to right a poem:(i don't kno why)
The
Marquis de Sadness
each
heartbeat hurts to ripples in chest
strumming
pain with numb fingers
love
and sadness are the same
in my
book of the dead
i see
the reflected image of my child
I mean
my mother's mother
and my
lover's lover.
I have
come to think i don't exist,
And you
have come to prove me wrong again.
I don't
want your painted words
across
the soft hole in my chest.
Between
ribs
i bleed
inky pools of lust.
The
insects cry and i cover my eyes, needing.
it's a
sweet death we all feel to discover.
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my black
spaniel
Nero,
my dog
is unplugged
my dog
goes
by the vet
my dog
Nero
isnt' stupid!
my dog
watched
the telly
my dog
was a pet
when ceausescu
was killed
in xmas day
my dog Nero
isnt' stupid!
my dog
now is
near a bunch
of trash,
car plate,
or in kennel
my dog
killed
one hundred
hens
& when
the wind
is blowing
on the right
i hear his
unplugged
soul
---
yrs
Rinaldo.
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Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 15:16:55 -0400
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Oh boy, an "original thought"
thread.....who's up for some Aristotle?
Mari wrote:
>I don't think anyone creates out of
nothingness. Not even God (well
>he's dead so it's irrelevant now,
isn't it).
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Douglas
wrote:
>
Did Huck have a girl who lived 125 miles upstream, too?? ;-)
We all
know Huck had more girls than was physically possible. Twain was
smart
enough not to focus on this side of the boy's life.
Joseph
Neudorfer
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Maya
superbly writ:
><<
The Marquis de Sadness
>
>each
heartbeat hurts to ripples in chest
>strumming
pain with numb fingers
>love
and sadness are the same
>in
my book of the dead
>i
see the reflected image of my child
>I
mean my mother's mother
>and
my lover's lover.
>I
have come to think i don't exist,
>And
you have come to prove me wrong again.
>I
don't want your painted words
>across
the soft hole in my chest.
>Between
ribs
>i
bleed inky pools of lust.
>The
insects cry and i cover my eyes, needing.
it's a
sweet death we all feel to discover.>>
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I envy your compaction, your jumping stones, and that
marbled
stuff you smear across your eyes, Maya.
A humble and hasty
reply:
>"paysage"
(Miro, ~1925)
I hear
you boxing with whispers
replacing
underwear and outer garments
with
ropes and bottle caps, oils, and registers
the
reverberating sound of stereos and outboard motors
of
gentlemen and piano bars tinkling
the
worms eating up your shadow play
there's
rooms to rent and mouths to feed, already!
the
citing of evidence that glanced bare naked across
across
across, oh, your aging and disintegrating body
licking
your skin for technically edited necessities
charm
to wit, and the not too gentle suggestions of of of of
sacrifice....
layoffs... and inflight movies...
bleeding
my eyes for one gentle touch, one, ah damn!
who
cares already?, oh!, just fuck me! fuck
me!
lying
here waiting, god, this sterile madness, <<HELLO!!>>
<<HELLO!!>>
sweating with desire... <<HELLO!!>>
"my
lover's lover"... box him in here with me, please
I am
destroyer, I AM DESTROYER!!
calm
cool and casual,
yes, my
long day at work continues....
-------
douglas
<<hmmmm,
breathing...>>
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<<craps>>
In a
message dated 97-06-25 00:39:57 EDT, you write:
<<
not certain that i'm up for cuddling but would be more than happy to
share some Kentucky Fried >>
I heard
on the news that one of our main exports to China is chicken feet
which
they eat as a delicacy. Now we know the Colonel Sanders connection. I
don't
how many chicken feet the Chinese will eat in Hong Kong next week.
C.
Plymell