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Hey
Bentz,
Helms
is the new Hoover=97which speaking of=97you should see the
XXX
Hoover from Slime Comix. Robert Peters sent me a copy for
$2.95.
Robert's a helluva fine writer and poet-a good friend
of C.
Plymell.
Richard
Houff
Pariah
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Date: Fri, 4 Jul 1997 11:01:02 -0700
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RACE
--- wrote:
>
> I
have diligently read a few pages in Cody several times now. Each
>time
> i
come back to it i end up starting over.
Each time i begin and end in
>
the same fog. Maybe that's what it is
supposed to be - but maybe i'm
>
missing something b/c i ain't as familiar with the larger context of
>all
> of
this as so many of y'all.
>
> i
guess the question that creates the fog in all of this is i have no
>
sense of what is going on. it seems
like JK is lost in memory in
>
several different cases - and maybe that is why i have no sense of
>place
> or
time or any real sense of (dare i say) Reality.
>
> it
isn't that i'm not alright with the a-reality of memory experience
>
but i'm having one of those fears that i'm missing something that i
>need
> to
recall later. i remember having this
feeling long ago the first
>time
> i
ever read anything by JK.
>
> so
if there is something more concrete than snapshots of memory and
>
longing for connection with Cody in the first few pages somebody let me
> in
on what's happening. if not, i'll just
plunge forward soon -
>
probably not until the morning.
>
My
sense of the beginning of VOC is that it is supposed to be "out of
time." No chronological sequence, just what is
going on in his head in
each
moment as he wanders around, remembering things, and describing in
great
detail all that he sees. Yes, longing
for Cody at this point. I
don't
think we will see any chronological sequences.
My expectation is
that
these short descriptive moments will just slowly turn into longer
ones
that change somehow, moments that go on for more and more pages,
perhaps
continual stream of consciousness or even beyond that.
DC
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R.
Bentz Kirby wrote:
>
>
David:
>
>
Jesse Helms is the J Edgar Hoover of the 90's.
I don't know about his
>
preference for evening wear, but he has more power that Newt or Bubba
>
Bill. I didn't do it, and if I did, it
was only once. Ask yourself,
>
would this country be half as amusing if Day Quayle was president? No
>
way. Long live Bubba.
>
>
And now, we have TAXATION DESPITE REPRESENTATION!!!!!!!
>
>
Thank God for that!
>
I think
Bubba trumped Jesse when he picked a Dominatrix for Secretary of
State. Amazing after that rendevouz how Jesse
changed his tune on the
Chemical
Weapons Treaty !!!!!
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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In a
message dated 97-07-03 23:52:56 EDT, you write:
<<
When we first met he called me an idiot and I called him an asshole.
After awhile, I would show up at his place
(usually stoned) with some
beer. He would drink it and then throw me
out. I would just laugh and
eventually we became friends=97a very slow
process, I might add. When Ci=
ty
Lights released Charles Plymell's, "The
Last Of The Moccasins" in '71, I
was totally blown away. Here was a man that
spoke to my soul and had
been thru similar hells. It was like
discovering the "big brother" I
always wanted. I met Allen Ginsberg in '72,
and he turned me onto some
of the Beat writers, but I always returned to
Plymell as a Beat
source=97he had the edge that seemed to be
lacking in other writers at t=
he
time. >>
Richard:
How
wonderful it is to be mentioned with the idiots and assholes. We just
read
your Pulse interview. I printed so I
could study it a little more. =
I
read
the list every night but I hadn't seen it posted. Someone was asking
about
the 666 a while back. Maybe it was peeling off that "Reichian armor=
".
I
wonder
how many on the list know about Wilhelm. I have a neat picture of =
his
orgone
energy luminating in an 0.5 micron pressure vacuum tube. =20
Be back
in touch later. I'll read the interview
again tonight.
Charley
Someone
sent us a new computer and we're just breaking it in.
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Subject: Re: Scattered Poems
Are
angels coming back now?
C.
Plymell
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Firewalking
firetalking. I met a woman from Big Sur tonight. Didn't think
I'd
ever meet a woman from Big Sur and here she was in Cherry Valley.
Yours
in the saline sunset.
An old
salt.
Charles
Plymell
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Pamela
Beach Plymell wrote:
>
>
Are angels coming back now?
> C.
Plymell
I think
they made the cover of TIME magazine a few years back -- but i
don't
think its the same crew of angels.
david
rhaesa
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greetings
to all I'm new to the list. Am reading all I can about
Ginsburg
and am completely in love.
please
send your suggestions as to what I should read (I'm a bit of a
novice
here) also any great stories you have.
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If
listmembers are ignorant of W. Reich they should check him out.
Stricks
me as the only Psych. theorist to be a useful basis for the
hipster
revolution. A revolutionary like Pound
who looked to need
locking
up. Does WSB still use an orgone
box? I did some interesting
work
with Chuck Kelley who was a Reich disciple in LA and Ojai.
J
Stauffer
Charles
Plymell wrote . . .
Maybe it was peeling off that "Reichian
armor". I
>
wonder how many on the list know about Wilhelm. I have a neat picture of his
>
orgone energy luminating in an 0.5 micron pressure vacuum tube.
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How
fitting to have Big Sur come to Cherry Valley.
May crews of Angels
have
given you all a good Fourth, I'm going forth to watch the
fireworks,
do some firewalks, a Marswalk or two,
and maybe look for a
beer
and a pool game.
James
Stauffer
Pamela
Beach Plymell wrote:
>
>
Firewalking firetalking. I met a woman from Big Sur tonight. Didn't think
>
I'd ever meet a woman from Big Sur and here she was in Cherry Valley.
>
Yours in the saline sunset.
> An
old salt.
>
Charles Plymell
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Pamela
Beach Plymell wrote:
>
> In
a message dated 97-07-03 23:52:56 EDT, you write:
>
>
<< When we first met he called me an idiot and I called him an asshole.
> After awhile, I would show up at his place
(usually stoned) with some
> beer. He would drink it and then throw me
out. I would just laugh and
> eventually we became friends a very slow
process, I might add. When City
> Lights released Charles Plymell's, "The
Last Of The Moccasins" in '71, I
> was totally blown away. Here was a man that
spoke to my soul and had
> been thru similar hells. It was like discovering
the "big brother" I
> always wanted. I met Allen Ginsberg in '72,
and he turned me onto some
> of the Beat writers, but I always returned
to Plymell as a Beat
> source he had the edge that seemed to be
lacking in other writers at the
> time. >>
>
>
Richard:
>
How wonderful it is to be mentioned with the idiots and assholes. We just
>
read your Pulse interview. I printed so
I could study it a little more. I
>
read the list every night but I hadn't seen it posted. Someone was asking
> about
the 666 a while back. Maybe it was peeling off that "Reichian armor".
I
>
wonder how many on the list know about Wilhelm. I have a neat picture of his
>
orgone energy luminating in an 0.5 micron pressure vacuum tube.
> Be
back in touch later. I'll read the
interview again tonight.
>
Charley
>
Someone sent us a new computer and we're just breaking it in.
Charles:
They
have now done experiments with electrical charges through cells.
If they
keep it at the approriate level, good health.
If they raise or
lower
it, then cancer grows. If they take it
back, the cancer is kaput.
Reich
was right. Alexander Lowen expanded on
Reich's theories in a
conventional
therapy way. He developed certain
exercises designed to
break
up the armor. Very good reading too.
peace,
--
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
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THE
DRUMMER
The
Drummer beats out my rhythm
Dum-dum,
Dum-da-da-Dum
Dum-dum,
Dum-da-da-Dum,
Driving
this machine higher,
Making
me see fire,
Driving
this machine higher!
Bam-bam,
dum-dum-dum
Bam-bam,
dum-dum-dum.
He
carries the beat,
He
makes the rhythm,
bum-da-bum-da-da-da-da
bum-bum-bum-da-dum-da-da
And the
guitar can fly,
So
high, so high, so high.
I feel
electric,
My body
is wracked by snares,
My body
is tumbled by tom-toms.
And for
three years he was the BEST in the world.
A
little white boy,
Man, he
was the best!
King of
the hill.
Now,
cheap hotels.
Week
long drunks.
Stolen
friendships.
Forged
autographs.
Fraudulent
deals for a drink.
Better
that he had died.
Better
than he had died.
Such is
the ugly face,
Of
bitterness revealed,
Such is
4/4 time ingrained,
That
will not stop.
Such is
the fame,
That
was a stone,
Around
his neck.
Better
that he loved poppies.
Better
that he popped lovers.
Better
that he had disappeared.
Better
that he had gone to Mars.
Better
that he never saw Bars.
Better
that he never loved cheap wine.
Better
that his soul was saved.
Better
that his ego was sucked up.
Better
that his sticks had never beaten.
Better
that his live had not been liven.
Better
that his lies had not been given.
Better
for me that his three years were liven,
But
that was better for me, not him.
Better
for me that he made the music,
But the
muses ate his soul,
But
refused his body.
The
muses are not kind.
Nor are
they blind,
They
refused his body for a reason.
Death
seemed too good for him.
As he
had no life to live.
The
drummer beat the rhythm
Of the
best rock music
Has
ever given.
Beat
the rhythm,
Til he
gave all he had for giving.
The
drummer beat the rhythm,
But you
listen and know not what you're given.
The
drummer beat the rhythm.
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
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>If
listmembers are ignorant of W. Reich they should check him out.
>Stricks
me as the only Psych. theorist to be a useful basis for the
>hipster
revolution.
Orgones
are cells that live and die dependent on a specific thing like
drugs?
i read On the Road and Junkie by Burroughs where there is a lot of
mention
of orgones, but don't remember a lot. Don't know anything about
Reich
besides beat references, but am wondering can orgones be dependent on
say,
artistic creation, or less material or organic things, or am i
completely
wrong about what they are?
-leo
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one can
only look at these posts so long without saying anything. =
sometimes
I just want to beging typing wildly, anything and everything =
on my
blank white computer screen and then send it in for it to appear =
curiously
in each of your boxes and i to sit here in Kansas knowing that =
each
one of you are in different time zones reading my thoughts and =
fears
and judging them, and possibly replying but probably not.
and so
I don't.
and so
I flip the switch and got to bed...another
poem,
story, line
lost
I just
wanted to write in tonight, seeing that it isn't so busy...and =
voice
the fact that all of you are so incredible in your ways...reading =
many of
your posts, one can come to see the personalities take form. One =
can
learn so very much. I have. from a quiet bystander on the list, =
thanks.
Keep it up. I have received the reading list for my Great Books =
colloquiem
(sp) in the Fall and realize that I won't be touching any of =
my
favorites for a while~ It is quite extensive. So I am placing Jack =
and
Allen and Gregory on the shelf for a while in favor of Milton, =
Sophocles
and Sappho. :( I know I will be glad I did it in the end, but =
it sure
is hard in the time being to read a set list that is placed =
before
me!
Well,
enjoy what is left of the fourth~
Quietly
at the terminal,
natalie
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Friday afternoon
summer
blue collars clean out punching
papers
bank closed
calm calm
hasty employees swarm like ants
calm calm
money has stopped working (except credit card)
&
pensioners have lost the
cork of the bottle
&
cats
&
cats are dozing on the patio
&
cats wont' eat the poor birdies fallen
from the nest
&
clouds
clouds?
& the clouds turned pink from the
brush of canaletto
calm calm calm
until
MONDAY
---
yrs
Rinaldo.
*
"Io
sono una forza del Passato.
Solo
nella tradizione e' il mio amore."
Pier
Paolo Pasolini
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Sinverg=FCenza
wrote:
>=20
>
>If listmembers are ignorant of W. Reich they should check him out.
>
>Stricks me as the only Psych. theorist to be a useful basis for the
>
>hipster revolution.
>=20
>
Orgones are cells that live and die dependent on a specific thing like
>
drugs? i read On the Road and Junkie by Burroughs where there is a lot =
of
>
mention of orgones, but don't remember a lot. Don't know anything about
>
Reich besides beat references, but am wondering can orgones be dependen=
t on
>
say, artistic creation, or less material or organic things, or am i
>
completely wrong about what they are?
>=20
>
-leo
i'd be
very interested in reading tales and legends from folks who have
experience
with these orgone notions. i've seen
and heard a bit over
years
in theory. always think the tales of
the guinea pigs this-selfs
provide
a very important angle.
hope to
hear more tales of the legendary boxes.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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>
Sinverg=FCenza wrote:
>=20
>
Orgones are cells that live and die dependent on a specific thing like
>
drugs? i read On the Road and Junkie by Burroughs where there is a lot=20
> of
>
mention of orgones, but don't remember a lot. Don't know anything=20
>
about
>
Reich besides beat references, but am wondering can orgones be=20
>
dependent on
>
say, artistic creation, or less material or organic things, or am i
>
completely wrong about what they are?
>=20
> -leo
>
RACE --- wrote:
>=20
>
i'd be very interested in reading tales and legends from folks who have
>
experience with these orgone notions.
i've seen and heard a bit over
>
years in theory. always think the tales
of the guinea pigs this-selfs
>
provide a very important angle.
>=20
>
hope to hear more tales of the legendary boxes.
>=20
>
david rhaesa
>
salina, Kansas
The
cell explanation makes some sense, but where does the box come in?
DC
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I'm now
at the letter at the end of part 1, pgs. 38-43, seems like we are
finally
being set up for JK's writing about Cody, which looks like
it's
about to begin in part 2, getting past the yearning to the point
where
we are told why Cody means so much to him.
Can you
imagine receiving this letter? Reveals a tremendous amount about
what is
going on in JK's head:
"anybody
who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry
about
in my secret self all the time when I don't feel strong, the
sorrows
of time and personality, and can therefore on all levels make it
all the
way with me...I am completely your friend, your 'lover,' he who
loves
you and digs your greatness completely--haunted in the mind by
you..."
There
have been quite a few Joycian references up to this point, was this
the
time he was reading Joyce?
describing
Swenson (does anyone who Swenson refers to?) as "wrapping
himself
around doors, melting, like Bloom, most like Leopold Bloom in a
Dream..."
(odyssey structure referred to later).
Then,
"I dig Joyce and Proust above Melville and Celine, like you; and I
dig you
as we together dig the lostness and the fact that of course
nothing's
ever to be gained but our death..."
Also
lots of personal consciousness of death, guilt, and needing
something
beyond what he can find--soul-searching going on as in these
two
passages:
"I
am conscious of my own personal tragedy...I have the persistent
feeling
that I'm going to die soon, only the feeling, no real I think
wish or
'premonition.' I feel like I've done wrong, to myself the most
wrong,
I'm throwing away something that I can't even find in the
incredible
clutter of my being, but it's going out with the refuse en
masse,
buried in the middle of it, every now and then I think I get a
glimpse....
"I
really know now, you'll see, of course everything is fine because I've
won
(you see I almost lost this summer, if I had gone to Mexico with
Julien
instead of re-remembering my soul in the hospital (Oh what things
I have
or could tell you about the hospital!
what literatures out of
just
that one month (remember the wheelchair letter?) for my big personal
knowledge
of the Odyssey structure (this is apart from objective
fragments
of my life to examine)--with Julien, Mexico, drunk, June dying,
I might
have gone under, that is seriously, in the habit of dying and
started
doing it and maybe even in the powerful gut feeling I had (and
still
do, never had it before, it makes me lush) maybe even a habit
itself,
junk, from sheer need to turn over before I kick the dog..."
DC
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ok i'm
just about down to turn my hog in for fast cars and women re:Cody,
but
before i do here is a piece of history:
"during
the weeks prceeding the second march on the oakland army terminal,
AG
spent much of his time trying to persuade Barger and his people notto
attack
the marchers. on the wednesday before the march ginsberg, kesey,
cassady,
some of keysey's pranksters and a group of angels met at Barger's
housein
oakland. A lot of lsd was taken, foolish political discussion was
resolved
by phonograph voices of joan baez and bob dylan, all concluding
with
the whole group chanting the text of the Prajnaparamitra Sutre, the
buddhist
highest, perfect word sermon.
the
outlaws had never seen anyone quite like Ginsberg: they considered him
otherwordly.
'that goddamn ginsverg is gonna fuck us *all* up' said terry.
'for a
guy that aint straight at all, he's about the straightest son of a
bitch i
ever seen. man, you shoulda been there when he told sonny he loved
him...sonny
didnt know what the hell to say.'
the
angels never really understood what ginsberg meantginsverg meant, but
his unnerving frankness and the fact that
kesey liked him gave them
second
thoughts about attacking a march that he obviously considered a
Right
thing. shortly before the november march, ginsberg published this
speech
in the berkeley barb (please ignore typos, no caps, etc.)
To The
Angels
these
are the thoughts-anxieties-of anxious marchers
that the angels will attack them
for kicks, or to get
publicity, to take th heat off
themselves
or to get the goodwill of
police&press/or right
wing money
That a
conscious deal has been made with oakland
police
or an unconscious rapport, tacit
understanding
mutual sympathy
that oakland will laly off persecuting
the angels
if the angels attack & break up
the march &
make it a riot
Is any of
this true, or is it the paranoia of the less
stable-minded marchers?
As long
as angels are ambivuous and don't give open
reassurance that they could be trusted
to be tranquil,
the
anxious souls, the naturally violent, the insecure, the
hysterics
among the marchers have an excuse for
policy
of
self-defense thru violence,
a rationalization for their own inner
violence
That
leaves the marchers with choice of defending them-
selves thru force on a ccount of fear
& threat
unleashing the more irrational
minority of rebels
or at
best, defending themselves cool, under control
BUT CRITICIZED FOR BEING LAWLESS
or not
defending selves, and possible
abandoned by plice
(for we have no clear assurance from
oakland police
that they will sincerely try
to maintain order and guard
our lawful right to
march)
if you
attack,&having innocent pacifists, youths
&old ladies busted up
AND CRITICIZED AS IRRESPONSIBLE
COWARDS
by you, by press, by public and by
violence loving leftists
& rightists
.........
You
dont want to "change" you want to be yourselves
& if that includes sadism, or
forced hostility,
here's a situation where you can get
away with it.
BUT
NOBODY WANTS TO REJECT THE SOULS OF
THE HELL'S ANGELS
or make them change-
WE JUST DON'T WANT TO
GET BEAT UP
.......
what
ELSE, besides this politics, will take the heat
off the hell's angels?
that
heat's on everybody, no just you
to go to war, to be drafted,
to make money on war jobs and
&economy, to be destroyed
by Bomb, to get busted
for pot--
to take
the heat off, you've got
to take the heat off
INSIDE YOURSELFVES--
find peace means stop hating youself
stop hating people who hate
you
stop reflecting HEAT
THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HEAT
THE MOST OF PEACE MARCHERS ARE NOT
HEAT
they
want you to join them to relieve
the heat on you & on all of us
...............
how
much the march will be a free expression
of calm people who have controlled
their own hatreds
and are
showing the american people
how to control their own feat &
hatred
and
once and for all be done with the pressure
building up to annhilate the planet
and
take our part ENDING THE HEAT on earth
(delivered
as a speech at san jose state college
monday
november 15, 1965
before
students and representatives of
bay
areas hell's angels
on nov.
19--day before the march--the angels called a pres conference to
announce
that they would not counterdemonstrate "in the interest of public
safety
and the good name of oakland....because our patriotic concern for
what
these people are doing to our great nation may provoke us to violent
acts..
[and that] any physical encounter would only produce sympathy for
this
mob of traitors."
mc.
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Subject: Re: Cody
Very
frustrated that I haven't started reading VOC yet. Should be getting up
to City
Lights today. Looks amazing and
fascinating, thanks for whetting my
appetite
even further, Diane. If there's one
thing I can't resist, it's
anything
that refers to Ulysses... What a dunce
I've been for not reading
Cody
sooner.
Ciao,
Sherri
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Subject: Cody
I'm now
at the letter at the end of part 1, pgs. 38-43, seems like we are
finally
being set up for JK's writing about Cody, which looks like
it's
about to begin in part 2, getting past the yearning to the point
where
we are told why Cody means so much to him.
Can you
imagine receiving this letter? Reveals a tremendous amount about
what is
going on in JK's head:
"anybody
who knows the sum and substance of what I know and feel and cry
about
in my secret self all the time when I don't feel strong, the
sorrows
of time and personality, and can therefore on all levels make it
all the
way with me...I am completely your friend, your 'lover,' he who
loves you
and digs your greatness completely--haunted in the mind by
you..."
There
have been quite a few Joycian references up to this point, was this
the
time he was reading Joyce?
describing
Swenson (does anyone who Swenson refers to?) as "wrapping
himself
around doors, melting, like Bloom, most like Leopold Bloom in a
Dream..."
(odyssey structure referred to later).
Then,
"I dig Joyce and Proust above Melville and Celine, like you; and I
dig you
as we together dig the lostness and the fact that of course
nothing's
ever to be gained but our death..."
Also
lots of personal consciousness of death, guilt, and needing
something
beyond what he can find--soul-searching going on as in these
two
passages:
"I
am conscious of my own personal tragedy...I have the persistent
feeling
that I'm going to die soon, only the feeling, no real I think
wish or
'premonition.' I feel like I've done wrong, to myself the most
wrong,
I'm throwing away something that I can't even find in the
incredible
clutter of my being, but it's going out with the refuse en
masse,
buried in the middle of it, every now and then I think I get a
glimpse....
"I
really know now, you'll see, of course everything is fine because I've
won
(you see I almost lost this summer, if I had gone to Mexico with
Julien
instead of re-remembering my soul in the hospital (Oh what things
I have
or could tell you about the hospital!
what literatures out of
just
that one month (remember the wheelchair letter?) for my big personal
knowledge
of the Odyssey structure (this is apart from objective
fragments
of my life to examine)--with Julien, Mexico, drunk, June dying,
I might
have gone under, that is seriously, in the habit of dying and
started
doing it and maybe even in the powerful gut feeling I had (and
still
do, never had it before, it makes me lush) maybe even a habit
itself,
junk, from sheer need to turn over before I kick the dog..."
DC
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Becca.
absolutely no problem whatsoever...although you may want to
withdraw
that offer of menial household work when you find out I have a
four yr
old and three yr old...I get to pick all sorts of fun and
interesting things out of the carpet! (did anyone know
that Lucky
Charms
and milk turn into superglue after 24 hours? its true...I've
stumbled
onto a trade secret or something) :)
Barb
Becca91894@aol.com
wrote:
>
>
barbara--
>
>
i'm sorry. apparently i confused you
with someone else when responding to
>
"your" post. i meant no harm
and was not attempting to aim fire at
>
anyone--it was just a thought of my own that sort of corresponded with what
>
the post was about.
> i
really has no intention of offending anyone, and if i did so with my reply
>
(as i suspect i did) i'm truly sorry.
look at me, i'm on the list two weeks
>
and i've already alienated someone! i
don't know what to say except to
>
apologize profusely and hope you can accept that, since i can't be at your
>
house to do any menial work as punishment for upsetting you. :)
>
>
hmmm. i wonder who i meant to send that
to?
>
>
again, i'm very sorry for any negative feelings i caused you to feel.
>
> in
contrition,
>
>
becca
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ok, i'll show my ignorance, what's the name of
the book? have to read it...
ciao,
sherri
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Subject: Re: PULSE INTERVIEW (UNCENSORED)
Pamela
Beach Plymell wrote:
>
> In
a message dated 97-07-03 23:52:56 EDT, you write:
>
>
<< When we first met he called me an idiot and I called him an asshole.
> After awhile, I would show up at his place
(usually stoned) with some
> beer. He would drink it and then throw me
out. I would just laugh and
> eventually we became friends a very slow
process, I might add. When City
> Lights released Charles Plymell's, "The
Last Of The Moccasins" in '71, I
> was totally blown away. Here was a man that
spoke to my soul and had
> been thru similar hells. It was like
discovering the "big brother" I
> always wanted. I met Allen Ginsberg in '72,
and he turned me onto some
> of the Beat writers, but I always returned
to Plymell as a Beat
> source he had the edge that seemed to be lacking
in other writers at the
> time. >>
>
>
Richard:
>
How wonderful it is to be mentioned with the idiots and assholes. We just
>
read your Pulse interview. I printed so
I could study it a little more. I
>
read the list every night but I hadn't seen it posted. Someone was asking
>
about the 666 a while back. Maybe it was peeling off that "Reichian
armor".
I
>
wonder how many on the list know about Wilhelm. I have a neat picture of his
>
orgone energy luminating in an 0.5 micron pressure vacuum tube.
> Be
back in touch later. I'll read the
interview again tonight.
>
Charley
>
Someone sent us a new computer and we're just breaking it in.
Charles:
They
have now done experiments with electrical charges through cells.
If they
keep it at the approriate level, good health.
If they raise or
lower
it, then cancer grows. If they take it
back, the cancer is kaput.
Reich
was right. Alexander Lowen expanded on
Reich's theories in a
conventional
therapy way. He developed certain
exercises designed to
break
up the armor. Very good reading too.
peace,
--
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw
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ok down
off the hogs for a while. in codyville (the imaginary place that
denver
becomes in jack's mind -- hey for that matter, does anyone who has
heard
the ryko tribute CD kicks, etc - enjoyed mike stipe's piece with the
sad
little tinny music to accompany 'our gang' and the connection to jack's
brown
room in pawtucketville when he played all his elaborate games and
kept
meticulous records of, newspapers etc? as he says hello to his mother
and
goes upstairs enters bedroom and tiny pool hall and bar and all his
gang in
there? it collapses so much together of JK boyhood recollections
AND BY
THE WAY
this is
not out of line or subject:
on page
6 of VOC JK blends his childhood with codys, (oh and btw, i agree
with
whoever wrote that opening passages are 'visions' of cody and out of
space
and time, which ok here comes the quote gets me back here:
p6
"building
is ancient red-1880 redbrick--three stories--over its roof i can
see
cosmic italian oldfashioned 18 story office block building with
ornaments
and blueprint lights inside that reminds me of eternity, the
enormous
house of dusk where everybody is putting on their coats--and going
down
black stairs like fire eescapes to eat supper in the dungeon of Time
underneath
just a few feet over the snake--and DR SAX clambers over the
wallsides
as night falls, with his suction cups-and the superintendant is
sleeping."
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In a
message dated 97-07-04 23:29:30 EDT, you write:
<<
"Reichian armor". I
wonder how many on the list know about
Wilhelm. >>
I was
just thinking about this film i saw where an Indonesian man could
control
the electical energy in his body and was able to send electric
charges
into people through needles like acupuncture and heal them.
I
wonder to what extent it is possible to control one's orgone cells
consciously.
----maya
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Diane
Carter wrote:
>>
Sinverg=FCenza wrote:
>>
>>
Orgones are cells that live and die dependent on a specific thing like
>>
drugs? i read On the Road and Junkie by Burroughs where there is a lot
>>
of
>>
mention of orgones, but don't remember a lot. Don't know anything
>>
about
>>
Reich besides beat references, but am wondering can orgones be
>>
dependent on
>>
say, artistic creation, or less material or organic things, or am i
>>
completely wrong about what they are?
>>
>> -leo
>>
RACE --- wrote:
>>
>>
i'd be very interested in reading tales and legends from folks who have
>>
experience with these orgone notions.
i've seen and heard a bit over
>>
years in theory. always think the tales
of the guinea pigs this-selfs
>>
provide a very important angle.
>>
>>
hope to hear more tales of the legendary boxes.
>>
>>
david rhaesa
>>
salina, Kansas
>
>The
cell explanation makes some sense, but where does the box come in?
>DC
In On
the Road, Bull Lee (Burroughs) sits in one of these boxes which
supposedly
channels orgone energy from the sun or something. Don't remember
all
that very well either. i'd like to know more about the boxes.
-leo
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Marie
Countryman wrote:
>ok
i'm just about down to turn my hog in for fast cars and women re:Cody,
>but
before i do here is a piece of history:
>
>"during
the weeks prceeding the second march on the oakland army terminal,
>AG
spent much of his time trying to persuade Barger and his people notto
>attack
the marchers. on the wednesday before the march ginsberg, kesey,
>cassady,
some of keysey's pranksters and a group of angels met at Barger's
>housein
oakland. A lot of lsd was taken, foolish political discussion was
>resolved
by phonograph voices of joan baez and bob dylan, all concluding
>with
the whole group chanting the text of the Prajnaparamitra Sutre, the
>buddhist
highest, perfect word sermon.
>the
outlaws had never seen anyone quite like Ginsberg: they considered him
>otherwordly.
'that goddamn ginsverg is gonna fuck us *all* up' said terry.
>'for
a guy that aint straight at all, he's about the straightest son of a
>bitch
i ever seen. man, you shoulda been there when he told sonny he loved
>him...sonny
didnt know what the hell to say.'
>the
angels never really understood what ginsberg meantginsverg meant, but
>his unnerving frankness and the fact that
kesey liked him gave them
>second
thoughts about attacking a march that he obviously considered a
>Right
thing. shortly before the november march, ginsberg published this
>speech
in the berkeley barb (please ignore typos, no caps, etc.)
>To
The Angels
>these
are the thoughts-anxieties-of anxious marchers
> that the angels will attack them
> for kicks, or to get
publicity, to take th heat off
> themselves
> or to get the goodwill of
police&press/or right
> wing money
>That
a conscious deal has been made with oakland
> police
> or an unconscious rapport, tacit
understanding
> mutual sympathy
> that oakland will laly off persecuting
the angels
> if the angels attack & break up
the march &
> make it a riot
>Is
any of this true, or is it the paranoia of the less
> stable-minded marchers?
>As
long as angels are ambivuous and don't give open
> reassurance that they could be trusted
to be tranquil,
>the
anxious souls, the naturally violent, the insecure, the
>hysterics
among the marchers have an excuse for
>policy
of
> self-defense thru violence,
> a rationalization for their own inner
violence
>That
leaves the marchers with choice of defending them-
> selves thru force on a ccount of fear
& threat
> unleashing the more irrational
minority of rebels
>or
at best, defending themselves cool, under control
> BUT CRITICIZED FOR BEING LAWLESS
>or
not defending selves, and
possible abandoned by plice
> (for we have no clear assurance from
oakland police
> that they will sincerely try
to maintain order and guard
> our lawful right to
march)
>if
you attack,&having innocent pacifists, youths
> &old ladies busted up
> AND CRITICIZED AS IRRESPONSIBLE
COWARDS
> by you, by press, by public and by
violence loving leftists
> & rightists
>.........
>You
dont want to "change" you want to be yourselves
> & if that includes sadism, or
forced hostility,
> here's a situation where you can get
away with it.
>BUT
NOBODY WANTS TO REJECT THE SOULS OF
> THE HELL'S ANGELS
> or make them change-
> WE JUST DON'T WANT TO
GET BEAT UP
>.......
>what
ELSE, besides this politics, will take the heat
> off the hell's angels?
>that
heat's on everybody, no just you
> to go to war, to be drafted,
> to make money on war jobs and
&economy, to be destroyed
> by Bomb, to get busted
> for pot--
>
>to
take the heat off, you've got
> to take the heat off
> INSIDE YOURSELFVES--
> find peace means stop hating youself
> stop hating people who hate
you
> stop reflecting HEAT
> THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HEAT
> THE MOST OF PEACE MARCHERS ARE NOT
HEAT
>they
want you to join them to relieve
> the heat on you & on all of us
>...............
>how
much the march will be a free expression
> of calm people who have controlled
> their own hatreds
>and
are showing the american people
> how to control their own feat &
hatred
>and
once and for all be done with the pressure
> building up to annhilate the planet
>and
take our part ENDING THE HEAT on earth
>(delivered
as a speech at san jose state college
>monday
november 15, 1965
>before
students and representatives of
>bay
areas hell's angels
>
>on
nov. 19--day before the march--the angels called a pres conference to
>announce
that they would not counterdemonstrate "in the interest of public
>safety
and the good name of oakland....because our patriotic concern for
>what
these people are doing to our great nation may provoke us to violent
>acts..
[and that] any physical encounter would only produce sympathy for
>this
mob of traitors."
>
>mc.
there's
a short poem in Ginsberg Collected Poems '57-80 called party at Ken
Kesey's
w/ Hells Angel's or something like that. i may be remembering the
title
wrong. more of a mood/feeling piece.
-leo
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Sinverg=FCenza
wrote:
>=20
>
there's a short poem in Ginsberg Collected Poems '57-80 called party at=
=20
>
Ken
>
Kesey's w/ Hells Angel's or something like that. i may be remembering=20
>
the
>
title wrong. more of a mood/feeling piece.
>=20
This is
the poem you are thinking of, written by Ginsberg in 1965:
First
Party at Ken Kesey's with Hell's Angels
Cool
black night thru the redwoods
cars
parked outside in shade
behind
the gate, stars dim above
the
ravine, a fire burning by the side
porch
and a few tired souls hunched over
in
black leather jackets. In the huge
wooden
house, a yellow chandelier
at 3
a.m. the blast of loudspeakers
hi-fi
Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles
Jumping
Joe Jackson and twenty youths
dancing
to the vibration thru the floor,
a
little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet
tights,
one muscular smooth skinned man
sweating
dancing for hours, beer cans
bent
littering the yard, a hanged man
sculpture
dangling from a high creek branch,
children
sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.
And 4
police cars parked outside the painted
gate,
red lights revolving in the leaves.
DC
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Comments:
To: babu@electriciti.com
my mind
is drawing blank after blank after blank
like an
unstudied exam where the clocks tick loud, sweating.
"Things
stay the same, here", he said last night;
were my
eyes full of kisses as he talked to me?
A
sizzle, high-pitched hissing, the smell of sulfer.
"I
like the smell of matches" his mouth radiated,
sending
the words to float on the sulfer breeze.
somebody
overheard and agreed softly, breathing.
At
night, faces are flashes of white when lighting cigarrettes.
fireworks
sound like bass drums, resonating in the chest.
The boy
with the black hair looked at me from his seat on the steps,
while
A. told me about ghosts she saw in a hotel in Mexico.
I snuck
looks at him between "Really?"s.
The
night was cool after a hot day.
our
half of the Earth was now in the shade, i guess,
but the
air was different.
It had
a palpable presence against skin,
like
the warm hand of a lover once missed.
The
missed hand of a lover, once warm.
The
missed warmth of a hand once loved.
I
remembered the blues man from Mississippi
sitting
on the re-creation of a porch,
the
blonde woman saying "Sing us a cotton-picking song!"
"Sing
us a cotton-picking blues song!", agreed the others.
Jest
sittin' here thankin',
'bout
someone I useta know.
"This
song is called 'Sitting There Thankin'"
He
showed me the Secret Staircase.
On the
way down, some Puerto Rican kids were smoking a blunt
next to
their motorbikes.
We
wished them a happy one.
On the
way up the staircase, I felt the stars laughing.
Residual
firecrackers that take aeons to burn out.
"Happy
5th of July", said Mike with a kiss.
I didn't
want to, and I knew I wouldn't, go home last night.
It's a
new year for me. God bless America.
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James:
You
asked whether WSB still has an orgone accumulator.
During
my visit with WSB at his home on February 18, 1995, he guided us
(myself
and a friend who accompanied me) on a tour that included his
backyard. As soon as we walked down to it from his
enclosed back porch, one
of the
first things I noticed was the outhouse-like orgone accumulator, right
near
his goldfish pond. I mentioned it to
him and he acknowledged it with a
smile,
nod and "yesssss" before educating us on feeding tips and digestion
processes
for fish. So, as recently as 2&1\2
years ago he still kept and
used it. Having lived so long (he was 81 then,
phsically in fairly good
shape
and especially mentally sharp) and in such a legendary manner, he could
be the
ultimate poster child for the beneficial effects of the orgone
accumulator
and the veracity of Reich's theories.
Maya,
if you're reading this: I finally have
gone public!
Happy
Holidays,
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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Maya
Gorton wrote:
>
> In
a message dated 97-07-04 23:29:30 EDT, you write:
>
>
<< "Reichian armor". I
> wonder how many on the list know about Wilhelm.
>>
>
> I
was just thinking about this film i saw where an Indonesian man could
>
control the electical energy in his body and was able to send electric
>
charges into people through needles like acupuncture and heal them.
>
> I
wonder to what extent it is possible to control one's orgone cells
>
consciously. ----maya
Kate
Bush wrote a song ~ Cloudbusting, from her Hounds Of Love CD:
In it,
she sings from a young boy's perspective to a Reichian scientist
father, who has built a Cloudbusting machine to
create rain, and, the
government
is after him for his experiments, and, it deals with paranioa
as
well.
The
cloudbusting machine charged the clouds with energy which made them
produce
rain. Donald Sutherland plays the father in the video.
Cloudbusting
I still
dream of Orgonon
I wake
up crying
You're
making rain
And
you're just in reach
When
you and sleep escape me
You're
like my yo-yo
That
glowed in the dark
What
made it special
Made it
dangerous
So I
bury it and forget
Everytime
it rains
You're
here in my head
Like
the sun coming out
Oooh, I
just know something good is going to happen
And I
dont know when
But
just saying it could make it happen
On top
of the world
Looking
over the edge
You
could see them coming
You
looked too small
In
their big black car
To be a
threat to the men in power
I hid
my yo-yo in the garden
I can't
hide you from the government
Oh god,
daddy - I wont forget
Your
son's coming out
Kate
Bush 1985
Cheers,
Birdie
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Subject: spelling beat
i
apologize for my abhorrent error in spelling "sulfer" like this in my
previous
post and would like to make an official correction to: SULPHUR
Sorry
if I offended anyone.
------maya
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At
06:10 PM 7/5/97 -0400, you wrote:
>i
apologize for my abhorrent error in spelling "sulfer" like this in my
>previous
post and would like to make an official correction to: SULPHUR
>
>Sorry
if I offended anyone.
>------maya
>
>
I was
appalled. I could not believe anyone
could ever be so insnsitive and
insulting
as to misspell this wonderfull and smelly element.
O thhe
shame. The depths humankind has sunk
to.
anyhoow
one can spell sulfur with an f. That is
a perfectly legitimate
spelling
as well.
I much
prefer it with the f than the ph.
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Timothy
K. Gallaher wrote:
>
> At
06:10 PM 7/5/97 -0400, you wrote:
>
>i apologize for my abhorrent error in spelling "sulfer" like this
in my
>
>previous post and would like to make an official correction to: SULPHUR
>
>
>
>Sorry if I offended anyone.
>
>------maya
>
>
>
>
>
> I
was appalled. I could not believe
anyone could ever be so insnsitive and
>
insulting as to misspell this wonderfull and smelly element.
>
> O
thhe shame. The depths humankind has
sunk to.
>
>
anyhoow one can spell sulfur with an f.
That is a perfectly legitimate
>
spelling as well.
>
> I
much prefer it with the f than the ph.
if u
jest gut a spul chicker than this thungs donut
hippen. some
prefur
othur werds wid f's to ph's.
Peace,
--
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw
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Date: Sat, 5 Jul 1997 19:55:50 -0700
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If I
dug around I might be able to find an orgone box plan I had once.
I need
to go back and look at orgone theory.
Most of Reich's disciples
such as
Loewen and Kelley didn't follow up very much on the farther out
parts
of orgone theory (for the simple reason that they preferred to
stay
out of jail) and worked from his psych. theories in developing
techniques
for dealing with "character armour."
Kelley told me he still
believed
in the orgone theory for the most part
and I think used a
box. Kelley was always something of a sexual
outlaw as well. Loewen and
Bioenergetics
always struck me as pretty square.
There are some
interesting
Reichian therapists still around. There
was a guy in
Berkeley,
name escapes me, who did great things with breathing sessions
that
got you high as a kite, he moved on to using just straight oxygen
hits,
and other inhalants. Flash
therapy. That is the nice thing about
Reich,
he fits with an interest in the visionary, estatic experience in
a way
that Freud and Jung don't. Look at the titles to papers at a
Jungian
conference and it will give you the bends.
I don't
know where I got the idea but I had firmly in my head the
Burroughs
used an orgone box, at least during the Texas pot farm phase
that
Kerouac mentions.
J
Stauffer
RACE
--- wrote:
>
>
i'd be very interested in reading tales and legends from folks who have
>
experience with these orgone notions.
i've seen and heard a bit over
>
years in theory. always think the tales
of the guinea pigs this-selfs
>
provide a very important angle.
>
>
hope to hear more tales of the legendary boxes.
>
>
david rhaesa
>
salina, Kansas
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 14:54:29 +0200
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Orgone
is known in Eastern tradition since thousands years
It is
called in Hinduist tradition: Prana - (Panayama)
In
Chinese tradition: Chi (Tai CHI Chuan - Acupuncture)
In
Japanese tradition: Ki (Ai KI Do)
Recommended
lecture:
Yoga - by T.K.V. Desikachar - University Press of
America
Clear
Light of Bliss - by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso - Snow Lion Publication -
Reich
was put in jail.
Best
way to learn about him is to read his books.
The
more famous is "Function of the orgasm"
True
that Wilhelm Reich had a great influence on the hipster culture,
but
don't forget about C.G. Jung whose forewords were in the I Ching, in
the
Secret of the Golden Flower, in the Tibetan Book of the Great
Liberation,
in the Tibetan of the Dead, in Tibetan yoga and Secret
Doctrines,
I am not sure but I think that Jung wrote forewords for some
Zen
books too.
Jung,
Richard Wilhelm (the translator of the I King), Hermann Hesse
(Siddharta)
were good friends, I see them as one of the many grand
fathers
and the uncles of the beats.
Just an
idea about an old subject on the list: alcohol and Jack Kerouac.
May be
there was too, somewhere in his unconscious the traditional
"poete
maudit" (Damned Poet) programing.
Enlightened, visionary but
destroyed
by the intensity of his own vision and by the misunderstanding
of his
politically correct contemporaries.
Little
bit like Antonin Artaud who didn't have such friends as Ginsberg
and
Bill Burroughs to understand him and to stretch out a friendly hand
to him.
May be
there are two ways to induce the poetic mood:
The first
is by the "dereglement de tous les sens": creating
artificially
by drugs, bad food, lack of sleep, strong emotions, a
disordered
state of the senses almost near the death experience to
produce
the vision experience of the absolute, like Gerard de Nerval,
Rimbaud,
Artaud, Rene Daumal did.
The
second by the harmonious adjusting of the senses through
meditation. Like the great Zen or Taoist poets or like
Allen Ginsberg
who had
practiced meditative retreats under the guidance of Chogyam
Trungpa
and wrote poems from the peaceful state of mind produced.
The
reason why Wihelm Reich was persecuted was because his studies on
sexuality
and because his commentaries on the political use of the
repression
of the sexual impulse.
There
is a difference beween repression and control.
It is
still true: People don't even notice on TV someone killing
somebody
else, but people would freak out if they were seeing on TV two
consenting
adults making love.
That's
one of many symptoms of the mental sickness of most of the main
cultures
of the world.
At that
point, visions and poets are indispensable to survive.
Jean
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 09:06:37 -0400
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gang'/VOC/DR SAX:
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i'm
sending this message out again for some response. response to a post
that
will strike up a literary conversation. and not merely a flood of
posts
from the youngsters who just talk about how much they wished they had
read
the works. with exception of DC Dave and James S, i feel like i'm all
alone
here writing to an empty home room in high school. and dont take this
as a
flame, because flaming will only keep us further away from the beat
lit we
are reading/etc. i know of several people leaving list for lack of
literay
conversation, and would like to turn the tide.
SO PLEASE LET'S GET
OUT OF
THE CHAT ROOM AND BACK IN THE CLASSROOM OF THE MIND, please.
enthusiasm
is one thing but a ton of posts back and forth about spelling or
'oh i
wish i read that' and the like are better off back-channeled directly
among
yourselves, guys. i've been on the list for a year or two enjoying
immensely
the debates, discussions and all, and a friendly chat or two
included
in a more substantial post.
bill
gargan: if you are reading this could you please repost the FAQ? or
could
some one else?
we are
falling by the way side and hungry for some discourse.
i am
not scolding but i am getting somewhat exasperated.
REPOST
ON LITERARY TOPICS - PLEASE JOIN IN!!!
ok down
off the hogs for a while. in codyville (the imaginary place that
denver
becomes in jack's mind -- hey for that matter, does anyone who has
heard
the ryko tribute CD kicks, etc - enjoyed mike stipe's piece with the
sad little
tinny music to accompany 'our gang' and the connection to jack's
brown
room in pawtucketville when he played all his elaborate games and
kept
meticulous records of, newspapers etc? as he says hello to his mother
and
goes upstairs enters bedroom and tiny pool hall and bar and all his
gang in
there? it collapses so much together of JK boyhood recollections
AND BY
THE WAY
this is
not out of line or subject:
on page
6 of VOC JK blends his childhood with codys, (oh and btw, i agree
with
whoever wrote that opening passages are 'visions' of cody and out of
space
and time, which ok here comes the quote gets me back here:
p6
"building
is ancient red-1880 redbrick--three stories--over its roof i can
see
cosmic italian oldfashioned 18 story office block building with
ornaments
and blueprint lights inside that reminds me of eternity, the
enormous
house of dusk where everybody is putting on their coats--and going
down
black stairs like fire eescapes to eat supper in the dungeon of Time
underneath
just a few feet over the snake--and DR SAX clambers over the
wallsides
as night falls, with his suction cups-and the superintendant is
sleeping."
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 09:06:40 -0400
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on page
6 of VOC JK blends his childhood with codys, (oh and btw, i agree
with
whoever wrote that opening passages are 'visions' of cody and out of
space
and time, which ok here comes the quote gets me back here:
p6
"building
is ancient red-1880 redbrick--three stories--over its roof i can
see
cosmic italian oldfashioned 18 story office block building with
ornaments
and blueprint lights inside that reminds me of eternity, the
enormous
house of dusk where everybody is putting on their coats--and going
down
black stairs like fire eescapes to eat supper in the dungeon of Time
underneath
just a few feet over the snake--and DR SAX clambers over the
wallsides
as night falls, with his suction cups-and the superintendant is
sleeping."
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on page
6 of VOC JK blends his childhood with codys, (oh and btw, i agree
with whoever
wrote that opening passages are 'visions' of cody and out of
space
and time, and would like to add that as he is having his visions of
cody,
he is also moving back to lowell from west haven, ct., wandering the
streets
of NY city, and evoking parallels of his childhood by description
of
building in denver reminiscent of dr sax country(aka lowell)
p6
"building
is ancient red-1880 redbrick--three stories--over its roof i can
see
cosmic italian oldfashioned 18 story office block building with
ornaments
and blueprint lights inside that reminds me of eternity, the
enormous
house of dusk where everybody is putting on their coats--and going
down
black stairs like fire eescapes to eat supper in the dungeon of Time
underneath
just a few feet over the snake--and DR SAX clambers over the
wallsides
as night falls, with his suction cups-and the superintendant is
sleeping."
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 09:06:48 -0400
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any one
out there listening to the JK tribute CD?
i have
and would love to talk with anyone here on nays and yays and
everything
in between.
personally,
i am really loving maggie estap&spitters "skid row wine"--great
performance
piece and the kind of readings i aspire to.
favorite
of the day(s), however is the mike stipe reading of "my gang" it
is so
DR SAX like especially the parallels to the tiny poolhall in his
bedroom
where he played with great imagination solitary as a child. the
races
and baseball games with meticulously kept records and his newspaper
that
carried the sports news.
again,
i'd really like to hear of someone's impressions of those who have
been
listening. for those who haven't - and may like to join in on an
actual
discussion, it is put out by rykodisc, title: JK: kicks joy darkness
i know
i'm crabby but i want someone to play with.
mc
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 09:06:52 -0400
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long
time passing," where have all the scholars gone?
i know
its summer, BUT
there
is a remarkable change over on the list, from young folks chatting up
a storm
and maybe a few posts to sink teeth into (or pomes or folks or
whatever)
hopefully
the scholars have gone to take a break with summer and 4th july
and all
that. and if lurking, come out and play
with me.
feeling
cantankerous
mc
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 11:11:33 -0400
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Marie
Countryman wrote:
>
>
any one out there listening to the JK tribute CD?
> i
have and would love to talk with anyone here on nays and yays and
>
everything in between.
>
personally, i am really loving maggie estap&spitters "skid row
wine"--great
>
performance piece and the kind of readings i aspire to.
>
favorite of the day(s), however is the mike stipe reading of "my
gang" it
> is
so DR SAX like especially the parallels to the tiny poolhall in his
>
bedroom where he played with great imagination solitary as a child. the
>
races and baseball games with meticulously kept records and his newspaper
>
that carried the sports news.
>
again, i'd really like to hear of someone's impressions of those who have
>
been listening. for those who haven't - and may like to join in on an
>
actual discussion, it is put out by rykodisc, title: JK: kicks joy darkness
> i
know i'm crabby but i want someone to play with.
> mc
Marie:
Put on
Bob Dylan, Absolutely Sweet Marie. I believe it is on Blonde on
Blonde. He will play with you. And watch out for the little old
crones
with twisted pliers sent down from society to gouge out your
eyes. Personally I walk upside down and kick off
hand cuffs, but that
can be
ruff.
I began
visions of cody against my will. I have
an worn worn copy and
did not
want to go back there. The beginning is
Jack's memory of every
little
observation he recorded in his mind. He
is taking us back to old
Denver. It jumps back to New York. It is complete, but not necessarily
"good"
writing. Why, he is more interested in
the exercise than the
art. But, it is laying a foundation. Easy to see why critics didn't
like
Jack. Easy to see.
Me, I
want to discuss Pic. Why, because it is
the only published work I
was
able to find that I never read. So, let
me know if you wanta go.
Stealing
rock n roll lines as fast as I can remember them. But, it's
allright
now, ma, Im only typing. But, I should
go slow, because love
can
last longer than shame, or can it.
Maybe shame does last longer
than
love. Have you ever had an original
thought. Doesn't it take more
than
one person to have a thought?
I ain't
no scholar, never hope to be one, but, if I saw one, I would
just
let it be. I have no words of
wisdom. I have no thougths of
depth. I have no real drugs. I have no false drugs. I have no
identity
that is not false.
What
sides are there? We are in space and it
has no sides. Jack Handy
has
deep thoughts. Do you? I remember once my brother stole $5.00 out
of my
bank. My father refused to believe that
I had saved $5.00.
Today,
I won't save money. Today, my brother
is in jail, for stealing
drugs
out of a pharmacy. Today, my father
says he has nothing to do
with
either one. I don't believe him. I think he is lying. It doesn't
matter
what you think, because it won't change what I think. I didn't
say,
you don't matter, I said what you think about my father, me and my
brother
doesn't matter, because it can't change any of this. If I could
go back
in time, I couldn't change it either.
How do you flush anger,
hurt
etc out of your system. How do you
flush shame out of your system.
Where
is the emotional toilet bowl of the universe.
Can you help me
find my
way there?
I can
not think. I can not write about
thinking. I can feel, but I
don't
know what I am feeling. I wonder what
everyone else is doing.
Everybody's
gone away, heading to LA. Me, I sat
through a rainy night
in GA
before, have you. Maybe I wasn't in a
box car, but I did have my
guitar.
So,
someone else left LA and took the Midnight train. Someone else left
his
home in GA and went to San Francisco.
Someone else rode the rails
and
highways everywhere and wrote books about it.
Someone else hit 61
homeruns
and everyone hated him for doing it. But,
what kinda guy was
Babe
Ruth. Was he kind to his wife? Was he considerate. Was he a
glutton? What made people love him so? What made Roger Maris a bad
guy? What would the press say about Babe Ruth
now. Would he wear Nike
shoes? How can one escape TV? Why can't we build it and they will
come? Why can't we ease his pain? Why can't he ease my pain?
Did you
ever wish someone you loved would die, just so they would be put
out of
their depression and you wouldn't have to hear about it anymore?
Folk
rock, what is that?
Peace,
--
Bentz
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Marie
Countryman wrote:
>
AND BY THE WAY
>
this is not out of line or subject:
> on
page 6 of VOC JK blends his childhood with codys, (oh and btw, i agree
>
with whoever wrote that opening passages are 'visions' of cody and out of
>
space and time, which ok here comes the quote gets me back here:
> p6
>
"building is ancient red-1880 redbrick--three stories--over its roof i can
>
see cosmic italian oldfashioned 18 story office block building with
>
ornaments and blueprint lights inside that reminds me of eternity, the
>
enormous house of dusk where everybody is putting on their coats--and going
>
down black stairs like fire eescapes to eat supper in the dungeon of Time
>
underneath just a few feet over the snake--and DR SAX clambers over the
>
wallsides as night falls, with his suction cups-and the superintendant is
>
sleeping."
Just
read that last night was was struck by the thread of Dr. Sax as I
had not
read Dr. Sax last time I read Cody. The
haint his haunting
all. Marie, where is your Dr. Sax? Is he climbing over the email you
receive. At night when you go to sleep, does he
shrink down to the size
of a
toy and dance on your keyboard. When
you wake up, does he climb
over
the moinitor and hide close to the picture tube? My Dr Sax climbed
out of
my heart this morning. He showed
me spot in my heart where I am
holding
on to sadness that is killing me every day.
I let go of it and
am
falling without a net. I don't care
what gets posted to the beat-l,
but you
should read Jean Ory's post. It wasn't
high school.
Can you
go back to high school? Growth is a
hard thing. Sometimes the
list is
not what we want. A month ago, James
said is was doing fine.
Today
you say not. What about your mood. What about your doom. What
about
your room. Hum, well, I guess somethings go on within or without
us. As for me, I am going to puke this sadness
out of my body. I am
going
to retake my self from the ghosts of Dr. Sax. I have measured out
my life
in emails from the beat list. Humm, I
wonder what Eliot thinks
about
that? Maybe he doesn't care.
Take it
away, Dr. Sax. Play on Train. Wail on Roland Kirk. Play on
Jazz
man. Anybody but Kenny G!
Peace,
--
Bentz
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Marie
Countryman wrote:
>
> ok
down off the hogs for a while. in codyville (the imaginary place
>that
>
denver becomes in jack's mind -- hey for that matter, does anyone who
>has
>
heard the ryko tribute CD kicks, etc - enjoyed mike stipe's piece with
>the
>
sad little tinny music to accompany 'our gang' and the connection to
>jack's
>
brown room in pawtucketville when he played all his elaborate games and
>
kept meticulous records of, newspapers etc? as he says hello to his
>mother
>
and goes upstairs enters bedroom and tiny pool hall and bar and all his
>
gang in there? it collapses so much together of JK boyhood
>recollections
>
AND BY THE WAY
>
this is not out of line or subject:
> on
page 6 of VOC JK blends his childhood with codys, (oh and btw, i
>agree
>
with whoever wrote that opening passages are 'visions' of cody and out
>of
>
space and time, which ok here comes the quote gets me back here:
> p6
>
"building is ancient red-1880 redbrick--three stories--over its roof i
>can
>
see cosmic italian oldfashioned 18 story office block building with
>
ornaments and blueprint lights inside that reminds me of eternity, the
>
enormous house of dusk where everybody is putting on their coats--and
>going
>
down black stairs like fire eescapes to eat supper in the dungeon of
>Time
>
underneath just a few feet over the snake--and DR SAX clambers over the
>
wallsides as night falls, with his suction cups-and the superintendant
>is
>
sleeping."
Sorry I
can't respond to the CD post, don't have any CDs or player for
them,
but would like to hear what others have to say. As far as being in
Codyville
goes, I thought this thing really took off as you begin part 2,
starting
with Cody meeting Tom Watson in the pool hall.
I'm ready for
any
recollections anyone has of reading Neal's stuff to see how this
relates. Going from being homeless and living by
railroad tracks, to
having
a dream one night that if he read books, knew enough, he could
escape
the lot of his father. Walking up to
the pool player and saying
"Do
you want to learn philosophy with me?"
All of a sudden having a suit
and a
mentor and starting to fit in with the gang.
Great
descriptions
of breasts scene, and voyeurs and throwing the football in
the
middle of the street, with teacher/poet watching, like life going on
all
around teachers trapped inside of themselves.
Lots of
visions joined with other visions, Lowell, NY, Denver, and San
Francisco
all positioned together in his memory banks.
Everything is
very
romanticized and gushy, like JK writes, a lot of it though tempered
with
reality about America, life and death, like finding the miscarriage
in
grocery wrappers. One big thing is K,
packing to go seek Cody, like
his
will to live is somehow critically intertwined with Cody's sense of
life.
DC
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Did
anyone notice that Charles Kuralt, of ON THE ROAD fame died. So did
Robert
Mitchum and Jimmy Stewart. I loved all
three for what they
brought. Charles tried to bring us the finer and
small moments of life
we
missed. Robert told them all to stick
it, if they didn't like it.
James
brought the ordinary to life as a hero.
What a week to lose three
icons
of our society. Maybe noone else
cares. But I do.
Peace,
--
Bentz
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Hey--has
anyone who bought the new paperback version of Cody noticed that
in the
back is The Visions of the Great Rememberer by Allen Ginsberg,
page by
page comments on his take of VOC? Some
of these are very
interesting. Will have more to say about a couple of
these later.
DC
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Subject: Re: JK tribute/mike stipe&'my
gang'/VOC/DR SAX:
Dear
Marie:
In
response to your plea for Serious Discussions of Literary Topics, I offer
this
initial contribution to the budding VOC cyberseminar:
I
finished VOC fairly recently, I read it over a long period with several
very
long interruptions. I don't recommend
this, if ever a book demands
concentration
and consistency, VOC does. The longer I
read it at a sitting,
the
more I was able to flow with its groove, an authentic-feeling
transcription
of JK's multilayered mental processes- memory, reflection,
commentary,
pure observation and automatic poetry.
VOC really captures, more
than
any other Kerouac book I have read so far, the feel from the inside of
the
nascent Beat Generation before it became a legend/trademark, magnified
and
insidiously stereotyped by the establishment, subversion subverted. This
is the
real thing for those who want to get past all that and see, feel and
hear
Jack, Neal & co. and their world, outside the status quo and fully
inside
the jugular vein of firsthand experience.
The
verbatim transcription of an actual taped conversation, while I found it
hard to
follow and stay with, is the heart both chronologically and
thematically
of the book. The reader can just as
well write around it as the
author
(I'm thinking of some of the VOC posts dealing with the different
perspectives
- JK's romanticised Neal, Neal's hard-experienced realism, the
reader's
impression and contributions). I'm
being called on to join the
family
for a last-hurrah holiday weekend swim.
Let me conclude for now with
a
favorite among many quotes that I think captures the feeling JK is always
trying
to describe and hold onto simultaneously here and in his other works,
the
"IT" of ON THE ROAD and the one long story of his life and work. It's
lengthy,
but can't be paraphrased or shortened without losing its momentum,
so here
I go, from pgs. 15-16 of my hardcover first edition, which I believe
collates
with the latest printing:
"No
possible way of avoiding enigmas. Like
people in cafeterias smile when
they're
arriving and sitting down at the table but when they're leaving, when
in
unison their chairs scrape back they pick up their coats and things with
glum
faces (all of them the same degree of semi-glumness which is a special
glumness
that is disappointed that the promise of the first-arriving smiling
moment
didn't come out or if it did it died after a short life)- and during
that
short life which has the same blind
unconscious quality as the orgasm,
everything
is happening to all their souls- this is the GO- the summation
pinnacle
possible in human relationships- lasts a second- the vibratory
message
is on- yet it's not so mystic either, it's love and sympathy in a
flash. Similarly we who make the mad night all the
way (four-way sex orgies,
three-day
conversations, uninterrupted transcontinental drives) have that
momentary
glumness that advertises the need for sleep- reminds us it is
possible
to stop all this- more so reminds us that the moment is ungraspable,
is
already gone and if we sleep we can call it up again mixing it with
unlimited
other beautiful combinations- shuffle the old file cards of the
soul in
demented hallucinated sleep- So the people in the cafeteria have that
look
but only until their hats and things are picked up, because the glumness
is also
a signal they send one another, a kind of a Goodnight Ladies" of
perhaps
interior heart politeness. What kind of
friend would grin openly in
the
faces of his friends when it's the time for glum coatpicking and bending
to
leave? So it's a sign of "Now
we're leaving this table which had promised
so
much- this is our obsequy to the sad."
The glumness goes as soon as
someone
says something and they head for the door- laughing they fling back
echoes
to the scene of their human disaster- they go off down the street in
the new
air provided by the world.
Ah the
mad hearts of all of us."
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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i've just finished part one of VOC and have a
lot of shared passages
quoted
before me by mr stauffer and DC: but these are some of the things
that
struck me as i reread the opening of the novel: (mcgraw hill version)
my take
on voc/dr sax in already spoken for in previous posts, am moving
on.
here
are a few themes and passages which also struck my fancy:
p
8 in addition to the proustian
thread intro'd by DC there is also
hint of
love of thomas woolf and his own first novel in style (first novel
town
and city) in "the time and the river"
p12 one of first many many return trips to
lowell, "the truck rolled
on,
bearing me sadly back to the scenes of my boyhood" brings to mind all
the
return trips to memere ("aunt") in OTR)
12 as well as hints of mortality: "All
you do is head straight for the
grave,
a face just covers the skull for a while. stretch that skull-cover
and
smile"
12 as well as ushering in ever present tone, mood, subject, liet
motive
of sadness, loss, regret that permeates each of JK's books:
12 "ah me so sad that every year we
have to lose our october!"
24 "a sad park of autumn, late
saturday afternoon--leaves by now so
dry
they make a general rattle all over ...--a trash wirebasket is half
full of
dry, dry leaves--a pool of last night's rain lies in the gravell;
toninght
it will be cold, clear, winter coming and who will haunt the
deserted
park then?" (quoted in paragrah full of lively children and
mothers)
39 "i dont feel strong, the sorrows of
time and personality
41 (in letter to cody) "I am conscous
of my own personal tragedy....
"aware also of
the tragedy the loneliness of my
mother...
" I feel like
i've done wrong, to myself the most
wrong.
i'm
throwing
away
something that i can't even find in
the incredible clutter of
my
being but it's going out with the refuse en masse, burieed in the middle
of it,
every now and then i get a glimpse. i get so sick thinking of the
years i
wasted...why did i waste my beatuiful mexcity on paranoias"
28: the
catholic church and its churches(note color schemes)
"now the window darkens to match
the great transformations without,
refracting
them inward to these kneelers, who can't stand ordinary glare of
life in
musty meditations and guilty anxieties-people com to curch for
guilt
now--"
"the altar of st joseph at my
right is a symphony in browns"(most
of Dr
Sax
has symphonies in brown both inside and out.)
29: i"i hear the chorus of prayers in a
rickety mumble repeating the
moans
of an accredited adjurer....--it can't be them make this ghostly
prayer--it's
a novena in the innards of the church itself, it is locked in
the
stone and realeased each night at this timeby the wizardly prayers of
some
old hooknosed ribbon clerk who acts like a divining rod withal to draw
the
innate sound out of the churchy-twosted chicago stone".
29 "(i had just noticed that the
marble squares in the floor are also
separated
by metal rims like in the MERIT food shop last night"-(care to
explicate
that one, DC?)
many years ago in a church just like
this but smaller, holier, more
venerated
by hearts, i came with hundreds of little *death-conscious* boys
of St
Josephs Parochical school(churxh always fill us with the knowledge of
the
gloom and horror of funerals even if we had learned to reconcile
ourselves
to the shame and sadness of confession, confirmation, execises,
et
al" (**mine)
33: leit motives of shrouds and shitting .. p
33 only one of several
passages..take
it for what it's worth. (or expound on excrement and death
y'all)
26: proust and memory (memory babe hisself):
"the, as Proust says god
bless
him, 'inexpressibly delicious'
sensation of of this memory--for as
memories
are older theypre like wine rarer, till if you ind a real old
memory,
one of infancy, not an established often tasted one, but a brand
new
one! it would taste better than the napoleon brandy stendhal himself
must
have stared at...while shaving in front of those napoleonic cannons"
26: greon for green neon
35: dreams of cody: as opposed to visions of
cody and neal in other
novels,
and interesting in that cody comes off well in dreams but hint of
some
jealousy or impatience with neal in real life?
"oh that cody dream, last night
he was all attentive as he never
really
or only rarely is"
"cody, for first time, followed
me and let me do things"
"there sat cody and I -- i was
looking at table cloth-thinking 'i'm
tired,
we do too much, i must run away from cody to ever rest but now he's
folowing
me i'll never can do it"
"this was a dream last night. and
cody let others do the talking,
for
once he was a smiling and bemused listener"
27: peak experience "that so seldom
experience of seeing my whole
life's
richness swimming in a palpable mothlike cloud, a cloud i can really
see and
which i think is elfin due to my celtic
blood-coming only in
moments
of *complete inspiration*... in my life number them probably below
five--at
least on this level"(THE ELFS ARE AT IT AGAIN YOU GUYS!!!)
i also
found interesting the unconscious foreshadowing of the beats and
their
next generation of readers in the passages dealing with genet
also,
struck by prejudices in the opening book, which took stereotyped pot
shots at
"jews negros fags "
________
awful
lot of dulouz themes embedded in this short piece of writing, and
many
differing thoughts/feelings re: cassady/cody
any and
all comments welcome before moving to part 2
mc
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well
finally got Cody yesterday, beginning seems to me to be Jack's version
of
Leopold Bloom's walk to the church for Paddy Dignam's funeral.... mind
open,
seeing everything, memories evoked by this person, event, place....
i love
the atmosphere JK creates here, much more personal and misty than
Joyce's... definitely gives the feel of a person whose
conciousness has a
constant
shadow and a longing that won't leave him in peace.
ciao,
sherri
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Jean,
couldn't
agree with you more... am reading Jung's Aion now and definitely have
the
sense the JK read him and incorporated some of his thoughts....
don't
know that i would call the writers/artists who use/used alcohol/drugs
and wrote,
artificial... we're all a little
tortured and for some, repression
of the
ego/emotions/mind are/were so great that the only way to let the self
(in
Jung's definition) override the ego and express itself is/was to take the
ego off
guard chemically... whether it be alcohol, lots of wild sex, lack of
food,
drugs, lack of sleep. and certainly
when JK was writing, the american
social
atmosphere was particularly oppressive/repressive, not too mention the
things
in JK's own life that created his personal terrors. i don't advocate
becoming
an alcholic in order to write, but who's to say that that writing is
any
less real than someone who is a near-Boddhisatva? just a different
state...
all is One, One is all.
paix,
sherri
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Subject: Wilhelm Reich
Orgone
is known in Eastern tradition since thousands years
It is
called in Hinduist tradition: Prana - (Panayama)
In
Chinese tradition: Chi (Tai CHI Chuan - Acupuncture)
In
Japanese tradition: Ki (Ai KI Do)
Recommended
lecture:
Yoga - by T.K.V. Desikachar - University Press of
America
Clear
Light of Bliss - by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso - Snow Lion Publication -
Reich
was put in jail.
Best
way to learn about him is to read his books.
The
more famous is "Function of the orgasm"
True
that Wilhelm Reich had a great influence on the hipster culture,
but
don't forget about C.G. Jung whose forewords were in the I Ching, in
the
Secret of the Golden Flower, in the Tibetan Book of the Great
Liberation,
in the Tibetan of the Dead, in Tibetan yoga and Secret
Doctrines,
I am not sure but I think that Jung wrote forewords for some
Zen
books too.
Jung,
Richard Wilhelm (the translator of the I King), Hermann Hesse
(Siddharta)
were good friends, I see them as one of the many grand
fathers
and the uncles of the beats.
Just an
idea about an old subject on the list: alcohol and Jack Kerouac.
May be
there was too, somewhere in his unconscious the traditional
"poete
maudit" (Damned Poet) programing.
Enlightened, visionary but
destroyed
by the intensity of his own vision and by the misunderstanding
of his
politically correct contemporaries.
Little
bit like Antonin Artaud who didn't have such friends as Ginsberg
and
Bill Burroughs to understand him and to stretch out a friendly hand
to him.
May be
there are two ways to induce the poetic mood:
The
first is by the "dereglement de tous les sens": creating
artificially
by drugs, bad food, lack of sleep, strong emotions, a
disordered
state of the senses almost near the death experience to
produce
the vision experience of the absolute, like Gerard de Nerval,
Rimbaud,
Artaud, Rene Daumal did.
The
second by the harmonious adjusting of the senses through
meditation. Like the great Zen or Taoist poets or like
Allen Ginsberg
who had
practiced meditative retreats under the guidance of Chogyam
Trungpa
and wrote poems from the peaceful state of mind produced.
The
reason why Wihelm Reich was persecuted was because his studies on
sexuality
and because his commentaries on the political use of the
repression
of the sexual impulse.
There
is a difference beween repression and control.
It is
still true: People don't even notice on TV someone killing
somebody
else, but people would freak out if they were seeing on TV two
consenting
adults making love.
That's
one of many symptoms of the mental sickness of most of the main
cultures
of the world.
At that
point, visions and poets are indispensable to survive.
Jean
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to all
who took my ranting too personally, i'm really not a junkyard dawg.
just
wanted to get folks to readin and talking and debating.
cheers
to mr. kirby who has begun to read VOC albeit reluctantly. it's
always
more fun if more play.
(hey
DC: we can listen to the CD when we get to gether next.)
i'm
just now heading into part 2, may take awhile as i still have my HST
readings
as well; i'll save yr post and get to it after reading part 2
in the
meantime, i really loved what you had to say down below
One big
thing is K, packing to go seek Cody, like
his
will to live is somehow critically intertwined with Cody's sense of
life.
_____
mc
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no,
i've been out of touch with the media. but yes, i do care. i know i am
at an
age where most of my heros of humanity music innerspace and
literature
are dying. thanks, mr kirby
mc
>Did
anyone notice that Charles Kuralt, of ON THE ROAD fame died. So did
>Robert
Mitchum and Jimmy Stewart. I loved all
three for what they
>brought. Charles tried to bring us the finer and
small moments of life
>we
missed. Robert told them all to stick
it, if they didn't like it.
>James
brought the ordinary to life as a hero.
What a week to lose three
>icons
of our society. Maybe noone else
cares. But I do.
>
>Peace,
>--
>Bentz
>bocelts@scsn.net
>
>http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw
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pleased
to make yer acquaintance, arthur nusbaum:
this is
just wonderful writing and yes, i did start ranting a bit didn't i?
its
pretty out of character for me but i find the occasional ranting good
for my
soul, AND maybe i wouldnt have gotten such a piece of careful
reading
and explicating such as yours. thanks so much. hope your
celebration
is all you want it to be.
mc
>Dear
Marie:
>
>In
response to your plea for Serious Discussions of Literary Topics, I offer
>this
initial contribution to the budding VOC cyberseminar:
>
>I
finished VOC fairly recently, I read it over a long period with several
>very
long interruptions. I don't recommend
this, if ever a book demands
>concentration
and consistency, VOC does. The longer I
read it at a sitting,
>the
more I was able to flow with its groove, an authentic-feeling
>transcription
of JK's multilayered mental processes- memory, reflection,
>commentary,
pure observation and automatic poetry.
VOC really captures, more
>than
any other Kerouac book I have read so far, the feel from the inside of
>the
nascent Beat Generation before it became a legend/trademark, magnified
>and
insidiously stereotyped by the establishment, subversion subverted. This
>is
the real thing for those who want to get past all that and see, feel and
>hear
Jack, Neal & co. and their world, outside the status quo and fully
>inside
the jugular vein of firsthand experience.
>
>The
verbatim transcription of an actual taped conversation, while I found it
>hard
to follow and stay with, is the heart both chronologically and
>thematically
of the book. The reader can just as
well write around it as the
>author
(I'm thinking of some of the VOC posts dealing with the different
>perspectives
- JK's romanticised Neal, Neal's hard-experienced realism, the
>reader's
impression and contributions). I'm
being called on to join the
>family
for a last-hurrah holiday weekend swim.
Let me conclude for now with
>a
favorite among many quotes that I think captures the feeling JK is always
>trying
to describe and hold onto simultaneously here and in his other works,
>the
"IT" of ON THE ROAD and the one long story of his life and work. It's
>lengthy,
but can't be paraphrased or shortened without losing its momentum,
>so
here I go, from pgs. 15-16 of my hardcover first edition, which I believe
>collates
with the latest printing:
>
>"No
possible way of avoiding enigmas. Like
people in cafeterias smile when
>they're
arriving and sitting down at the table but when they're leaving, when
>in
unison their chairs scrape back they pick up their coats and things with
>glum
faces (all of them the same degree of semi-glumness which is a special
>glumness
that is disappointed that the promise of the first-arriving smiling
>moment
didn't come out or if it did it died after a short life)- and during
>that
short life which has the same blind
unconscious quality as the orgasm,
>everything
is happening to all their souls- this is the GO- the summation
>pinnacle
possible in human relationships- lasts a second- the vibratory
>message
is on- yet it's not so mystic either, it's love and sympathy in a
>flash. Similarly we who make the mad night all the
way (four-way sex orgies,
>three-day
conversations, uninterrupted transcontinental drives) have that
>momentary
glumness that advertises the need for sleep- reminds us it is
>possible
to stop all this- more so reminds us that the moment is ungraspable,
>is
already gone and if we sleep we can call it up again mixing it with
>unlimited
other beautiful combinations- shuffle the old file cards of the
>soul
in demented hallucinated sleep- So the people in the cafeteria have that
>look
but only until their hats and things are picked up, because the glumness
>is
also a signal they send one another, a kind of a Goodnight Ladies" of
>perhaps
interior heart politeness. What kind of
friend would grin openly in
>the
faces of his friends when it's the time for glum coatpicking and bending
>to
leave? So it's a sign of "Now
we're leaving this table which had promised
>so
much- this is our obsequy to the sad."
The glumness goes as soon as
>someone
says something and they head for the door- laughing they fling back
>echoes
to the scene of their human disaster- they go off down the street in
>the
new air provided by the world.
>Ah
the mad hearts of all of us."
>
>Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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DC,
Yes i
did and am very anxious to read it, but thought i'd wait til i'd
finished
Cody... let me know if you think it should be read parallel. i have
pulled
out Ulysses for comparisons, although it's damned hard to find stuff
quickly
with the book being so long...
paix,
sherri
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Subject: Cody/Ginsberg
Hey--has
anyone who bought the new paperback version of Cody noticed that
in the
back is The Visions of the Great Rememberer by Allen Ginsberg,
page by
page comments on his take of VOC? Some of
these are very
interesting. Will have more to say about a couple of
these later.
DC
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btw,
maybe this is stupid, or maybe it's old news, but does anyone else see
neal as
a sort of mystical reincarnation, in JK's mind, of Gerard?
ciao,
sherri
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 13:56:13 -0400
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Subject: shopping carts & destruction...
just
saw the new U2 video for "Last Day on Earth" with WSB pushing his
shopping
cart around....I wonder how many folks know who he is; the very
end of
the video freezes on his face. Anyone's
impressions? Esp. you
Burroughs
lovers out there....
Diane.
(H)
--
Life is
weird. Remember to brush your teeth.
--Heidi
A. Emhoff
ek242@cleveland.freenet.edu
Diane M. Homza
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 03:50:00 -0700
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>Sherri
wrote:
>
>
Yes i did and am very anxious to read it, but thought i'd wait til i'd
>
finished Cody... let me know if you think it should be read parallel.
>i
have
>
pulled out Ulysses for comparisons, although it's damned hard to find
>stuff
>
quickly with the book being so long...
>
If you
want my advice, it is yes, read Ginsberg's observations as you
Read
VOC, so you can think about it as you go along, rather than as an
addendum.
DC
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From: Arthur Nusbaum <SSASN@AOL.COM>
Subject: For Bentz: Measures, Jazz Giants, Obituaries, etc.
Bentz:
Compare
this chronology:
"I
have measured out my life with coffee spoons"
-T.S.
Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
"I
have seen life measured out in eyedroppers of morphine solution- I have
experienced
the agonizing deprivation of junk sickness, and the pleasure of
relief
when junk-thirsty cells drank from the needle."
-William
S. Burroughs, "Junky", author's introduction
"I
have measured out my life in emails from the beat list."
-R.
Bentz Kirby, "97-07-06 11:37:45 EDT"
I
really appreciate your jazz commentary at the end of your message. As a
devotee
of the Giants of the golden age ('40's-'60's) of bebop and beyond, I
can't
believe the utter pap that passes for "jazz" by the cowed, cretinized
popular
culture of today- the immaculately coiffed, substantially vacuous
Kenny G
culture. Coltrane, Davis, Parker, Monk,
Mingus, Dolphy, Ayler,
McLean,
Armstrong, Ellington (the latter 2 preceding the others but forming
the
foundation for them) are among those in my pantheon. Coltrane, Davis,
Parker
and Monk (like Burroughs, Ginsberg, Kerouac and Huncke on the Beatific
Mt.
Rushmore) are at the very top for me. I
have a very extensive
collection,
beginning with LPs and mostly in the subsequent CD strata, of
these
Masters and others. Of the 4, I had the
privelege of seeing only Davis
during
his last '80's incarnation. I missed
the boat on the others, born and
enlightened
too late. But about 5 years ago, I did
have a Coltrane
experience-
I saw a band that featured his son Ravi ( as well as Elvin Jones,
the
great drummer of the legendary JC quartet), whom I briefly met after the
set. He closely resembled his father, it was a
rather spooky experience and
I felt
somewhat sorry for him having to pursue his path in the shadow of such
an
immortal Giant. He was good as I recall
and probably has gotten better (I
think
he was only in his mid-20's when I met him), but how can he ever get
out
from under that shadow? I admire him
for doing what he must do
regardless
of the circumstances. What is your
favorite Coltrane item or
album? I would hate to have to answer that
question, so I shouldn't be
asking
it, should I?
I was
aware of, and saddened by, the deaths of Robert Mitchum, James Stewart
and
Charles Kurault, in such quick succession.
Have you seen RM in NIGHT OF
THE
HUNTER? It's one of the great stylish
villian roles, right up there with
Richard
Widmark's Tommy Yudo in KISS OF DEATH and Dennis Hopper's Frank Booth
in BLUE
VELVET. And I recently saw the newly
restored version of VERTIGO on
the big
screen at a grand old theatre here in Ann Arbor, a breathtaking
experience
with an unforgettable, subtly complex and disturbing performance
by
JS. Speaking of the cowed, cretinized
popular culture referred to above,
you
failed to mention the death, by his own hand, of Brian Keith, separated
at
birth from Robin Williams and my accountant, who looks like both of them
combined,
and with some Ted Kennedy thrown in for outline. As Vietnam and
the
upheavals of the '60's raged, Uncle Bill blew off Buffy, Jody and Sissy
with
his gruff, lethargic "go ask Mr. French" for 7 straight seasons. It
took
that many years for Kerouac to get ON THE ROAD published! This is
shameful,
what did BK ever do to me? He was
probably a very nice guy
following
his path and making a living, and I never would have wished such a
terrifying
and despairing end for him.
Well, I
have written again as you suggested after not hearing from you after
our
brief exchange a little while back ( you toggled me to get on my New
Urbanist
soapbox as I recall). This is a great
and increasingly obsessive
list to
be on, I'm getting to know the themes and MO's of the regulars,
separating
the Beat Wheat from the Chatter Chaff.
Until very recently, my
own
correspondence was one-on-one, such as my dispatches to you. But I've
finally
gone public and joined in on the VOC forum in direct response to
Marie
Countryman and to the List at large.
Regards,
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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Marie
Countryman wrote:
>
>
29 "(i had just noticed that
the marble squares in the floor are
>also
separated by metal rims like in the MERIT food shop last
>night"-(care
to
>
explicate that one, DC?)
You
know, that jumped out at me too when I read it, same floor as MERIT
FOOD
SHOP, pg. 26, "The floor is all shades of brown and yellow 'pebbled'
marble
with little thin metal lines separating the various sections;"
Shall
we strip it to the surface level and surmise that the same workmen
were
making similar floors everywhere, St. Patrick's Cathedral and MERIT
FOOD
SHOP, a conspiracy of NY construction workers, or do we make a giant
leap
beyond construction to the pebbled marble of the mind, and thoughts,
memories,
built, pebbled on top of one another separated,or grouped
together,
by thin metal lines of reality, metal rims, that cut through
the
consciousness of all of us, like steel metal artifacts piercing into
the
past?
>take
it for what it's worth. (or expound on excrement and death
>
y'all)
I still
like the shit thing on pg. 26
"...we
are nothing but shits and we'll all die and eat shit in graves..."
but
hey, I'm not above taking it back to creation from excrement and
gaining
immortality through eating the body in death, gaining knowledge,
shit
fertilizes, doesn't it?
>
moments of *complete inspiration*... in my life number them probably
>below
>
five--at least on this level"(THE ELFS ARE AT IT AGAIN YOU GUYS!!!)
Makes
me think we should be looking for his five epiphanies in these
visions.
One
more thing related to part I--pg. 32-33, beginning with "She breaks
my
heart just like X..." and ending with "Everything belongs to me
because
I am poor."
Just to
intersperse here what AG says about this section:
"Jack's
candid observation of inner consciousness manifested in solitude,
the
girl eating in the cafeteria, is a complete world satori. Here as
distinct
from his critic Podhoretz Kerouac is present in the world
solitary
musing and observing actual event in the cafeteria 'mind clamped
down on
objects' completely anonymous, in a single universe of perception
with no
mental maneuvers or self-conscious manipulation of any reader's
mind
(he writing for no reader but his own intelligent self)--completely
here,
watching the world--"
DC
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Some
more thoughts on Part II:
his
desire to to create a body of work, like Joyce, Proust, others...
pg. 93
"And
now to make up for the botch of my days I think I can create a great
universe
and of course I can"
pg. 94
"the
trouble with life it that it has its own laws and controls the souls
of men
without regard for their least wish, and this is slavery."
pg. 96
"What
kind of journey is the life of a human being that it has a
beginning
and not end?--and that it gets worse and worse and darker all
the
time till time disappears."
K's joy
for life and living is constantly juxtapositioned agained a real
sorrow,
sadness about America and a human's inability to get out from
under
the load fate has seemed to have dumped on him.
similar
thing on page 103
"...and
so while I struggle in the dark with the enormity of my soul,
trying
desperately to be a great rememberer redeeming life from
darkness.."
Stuff
about his purpose in writing:
Pg. 98
"Now what I'm going to do is this--think things over one by one,
blowing
on the visions of them and also excitedly discussing them as if
with
friends as I did last night joyously drunk in the West End (see
actually
I'm not old and sick at all but the maddest liver in the world
right
now as well as the best watcher and that's no sneezing thing."
Pg. 99
"I'm
going to talk about these things with guys but the main thing I
suppose
will be this lifelong monologue which is begun in my
mind--lifelong
complete contemplation..."
"Now
events of this moment are so mad that of course I can't keep up but
worse
they're as though they were fond memories that from my peaceful
hacienda
of Proust-bed I was trying to recall in toto but couldn't becaus
like
the real world so vast, so delugingly vast, I wish God had made me
vaster
myself--I wish I had ten personalities, one hundred golden brains,
far
more ports than there are ports, more energy than, the river, but I
must
struggle to live it all in footm and in these little crepesole
shoes,
ALL of it, or give up completely."
One
other thing, after K starts packing for going to meet Cody, the
vision
then spreads out into other times (moments) of leaving, like for
merchant
marine, tons of stuff on the ship SS Pres. Adams, and then
shifting
to brief spurts of memories about crossing country as in OTR,
wanting
to catch the ship, but getting there too late.
I would think
this
part would be incredibly hard to follow for anyone who had not read
OTR.
I'm
getting read to enter part III, starting with the taped conversation.
DC
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PEOPLE
AT NIGHT by Denise LEVERTOV
A night
that cuts between you and you
and
you and you and you
and me
: jostles us apart, a man elbowing
through
a crowd. We won't
look for each other, either-
wander
off, each alone, not looking
in the
slow crowd. Among sideshows
under movie signs,
pictures made of a million
lights,
giants that move and again
move
again, above a cloud of thick smells,
franks, roasted nutmeats-
Or
going up to some apartment, yours
or yours, finding
someone
sitting in the dark:
who is
it really? So you switch the
light
on to see: you know the name but
who is
it ?
But you won't see.
The
fluorescent light flickers sullenly, a
pause.
But you command. It grabs
each
face and holds it up
by the
hair for you, mask after mask.
You and you and I repeat
gestures that make do when speech
has failed and talk
and talk, laughing, saying
'I', and 'I',
meaning
'Anybody'.
No one.
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Arthur
Nusbaum wrote:
>
>Let
me conclude now with a favorite among many quotes that I think
>captures
the feeling JK is always
>
trying to describe and hold onto simultaneously here and in his other
>works,
>
the "IT" of ON THE ROAD and the one long story of his life and work.
Arthur,
Thanks
for post which added a lot to the discussion, I hope you'll
continue
to be vocal from now on. I agree, the
long quote on page 15-16
has
much to say about Kerouac's understanding of these moments of
(epiphany?),
which I snipped much here for brevity, "This is the GO--the
summation
pinnacle possible in human relationships--lasts a
second--...the
moment is ungraspable, is already gone..." And with
sleeping
on it, the dream adds different connotations out of time, I am
starting
to see VOC as his way to take the moments out of On the Road,
and
re-tell them, with more and more unconscious, out of time material,
and
adding the sleep or unconscious dimension to everything. It is hard,
however,
sometimes to make the leaps from very descriptive "I am here now
writing
this down," to the longer cloudier visionary-type moments.
DC
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From: Sherri <love_singing@MSN.COM>
Subject: Re: For Bentz: Measures, Jazz Giants, Obituaries, etc.
Arthur,
thanks
for such an intelligent post... Kenny G
makes my skin crawl... give me
Coltrane
any day. so far, my favorite album is Blue Train, the title track in
particular
- perfect music for reading the beats.
what's
happened to all that heady jazz of the 40's to early 60's... is it
being
stomped out by the almighty $$ catering to the masses, or is it just
barely
there because social/cultural conditions have changed? there is a
certain
amount of it to be found in SF; otherwise it's mostly Latin jazz
(which
i thoroughly enjoy) or this new age crap that they call lite jazz... i
guess
they mean it's less filling for the mind.
and
Frank Booth... now there's a guy you can truly be scared of. loved that
flick
and all that dark satire... Willem
Dafoe in Wild at Heart comes to mind
too...
anyway,
glad you "went public".
ciao,
sherri
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Sent: Sunday, July 06, 1997 1:30 PM
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Subject: For Bentz: Measures, Jazz Giants, Obituaries, etc.
Bentz:
Compare
this chronology:
"I
have measured out my life with coffee spoons"
-T.S.
Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
"I
have seen life measured out in eyedroppers of morphine solution- I have
experienced
the agonizing deprivation of junk sickness, and the pleasure of
relief
when junk-thirsty cells drank from the needle."
-William
S. Burroughs, "Junky", author's introduction
"I
have measured out my life in emails from the beat list."
-R.
Bentz Kirby, "97-07-06 11:37:45 EDT"
I
really appreciate your jazz commentary at the end of your message. As a
devotee
of the Giants of the golden age ('40's-'60's) of bebop and beyond, I
can't
believe the utter pap that passes for "jazz" by the cowed, cretinized
popular
culture of today- the immaculately coiffed, substantially vacuous
Kenny G
culture. Coltrane, Davis, Parker, Monk,
Mingus, Dolphy, Ayler,
McLean,
Armstrong, Ellington (the latter 2 preceding the others but forming
the
foundation for them) are among those in my pantheon. Coltrane, Davis,
Parker
and Monk (like Burroughs, Ginsberg, Kerouac and Huncke on the Beatific
Mt.
Rushmore) are at the very top for me. I
have a very extensive
collection,
beginning with LPs and mostly in the subsequent CD strata, of
these
Masters and others. Of the 4, I had the
privelege of seeing only Davis
during
his last '80's incarnation. I missed
the boat on the others, born and
enlightened
too late. But about 5 years ago, I did
have a Coltrane
experience-
I saw a band that featured his son Ravi ( as well as Elvin Jones,
the
great drummer of the legendary JC quartet), whom I briefly met after the
set. He closely resembled his father, it was a
rather spooky experience and
I felt
somewhat sorry for him having to pursue his path in the shadow of such
an
immortal Giant. He was good as I recall
and probably has gotten better (I
think
he was only in his mid-20's when I met him), but how can he ever get
out
from under that shadow? I admire him
for doing what he must do
regardless
of the circumstances. What is your
favorite Coltrane item or
album? I would hate to have to answer that
question, so I shouldn't be
asking
it, should I?
I was
aware of, and saddened by, the deaths of Robert Mitchum, James Stewart
and
Charles Kurault, in such quick succession.
Have you seen RM in NIGHT OF
THE
HUNTER? It's one of the great stylish
villian roles, right up there with
Richard
Widmark's Tommy Yudo in KISS OF DEATH and Dennis Hopper's Frank Booth
in BLUE
VELVET. And I recently saw the newly
restored version of VERTIGO on
the big
screen at a grand old theatre here in Ann Arbor, a breathtaking
experience
with an unforgettable, subtly complex and disturbing performance
by
JS. Speaking of the cowed, cretinized
popular culture referred to above,
you
failed to mention the death, by his own hand, of Brian Keith, separated
at
birth from Robin Williams and my accountant, who looks like both of them
combined,
and with some Ted Kennedy thrown in for outline. As Vietnam and
the
upheavals of the '60's raged, Uncle Bill blew off Buffy, Jody and Sissy
with his
gruff, lethargic "go ask Mr. French" for 7 straight seasons. It
took
that many years for Kerouac to get ON THE ROAD published! This is
shameful,
what did BK ever do to me? He was
probably a very nice guy
following
his path and making a living, and I never would have wished such a
terrifying
and despairing end for him.
Well, I
have written again as you suggested after not hearing from you after
our
brief exchange a little while back ( you toggled me to get on my New
Urbanist
soapbox as I recall). This is a great
and increasingly obsessive
list to
be on, I'm getting to know the themes and MO's of the regulars,
separating
the Beat Wheat from the Chatter Chaff.
Until very recently, my
own
correspondence was one-on-one, such as my dispatches to you. But I've
finally
gone public and joined in on the VOC forum in direct response to
Marie
Countryman and to the List at large.
Regards,
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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DC
wrote, among other things
(snip)
I am
starting
to see VOC as his way to take the moments out of On the Road,
and
re-tell them, with more and more unconscious, out of time material,
and
adding the sleep or unconscious dimension to everything. It is hard,
however,
sometimes to make the leaps from very descriptive "I am here now
writing
this down," to the longer cloudier visionary-type moments.
_____________
yes yes
yes. also the difference in the physical realm : for me OTR is like
a
silverery skipping rock, which
whooosssshhhesss across the lake
gracefully
touching down from peaks to get momentum back up and down and up
and
down, always at a destination and yet moving even in head to new one-
as well
as fast pace more action and etc.
and, in
comparision, VOC is like rowing in an old beat rowboar out to the
middle
of that very same lake, and at the same site as allof those touched
by the
pebble in OTR, dropping overboard a
large rock and it sinks all the
way to
the bottom and then some stirring up the bottom and investigating
each of
those skips.
or
sumpin like that.
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Date: Mon, 7 Jul 1997 00:37:56 +0200
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shopping
bags
come
back
home
killing
me!
---
yrs
Rinaldo.
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 18:51:51 -0400
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From: Howard Park <Hpark4@AOL.COM>
Subject: Another Beat Bites the Dust
I
definately think that Charles Kuralt was a Beat, in the best and sweetest
sense. I morn his passing.
I
believe the core of "beat" was not sex, drugs and rock 'n jazz,
though I
can
appreciate the positive qualities of those activities, to say the least.
Kuralt
was about exploration and finding joy in simple things, not so simple
but
unrecognized people and the beauty that is everywhere that we frequently
miss in
the day-to-day hubub of our lives - things like the Daisy in the
railroad
yard that AG wrote a poem about, the apple pie of the midwest in On
The
Road, and the exceptional "ordinary" prople profiled by Charles
Kuralt
Beat Indeed!
It is
not well known that Kuralt was a friend and sometimes mentor to Dr.
Hunter
S. Thompson and was also a lifelong Greenwhich Villager (and rural
North
Carolina). His passing leaves no one on
the media who did what he did
-
chasing the good in ordinary folks instead of scandel and gossip.
Take
time to smell the roses today, and remember Charles Kuralt.
Howard
Park
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 19:05:59 -0400
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Arthur
Nusbaum wrote:
>
>
Bentz:
>
>
Compare this chronology:
>
>
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons"
>
-T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
>
>
"I have seen life measured out in eyedroppers of morphine solution- I have
>
experienced the agonizing deprivation of junk sickness, and the pleasure of
>
relief when junk-thirsty cells drank from the needle."
>
-William S. Burroughs, "Junky", author's introduction
>
>
"I have measured out my life in emails from the beat list."
>
-R. Bentz Kirby, "97-07-06 11:37:45 EDT"
>
> I
really appreciate your jazz commentary at the end of your message. As a
>
devotee of the Giants of the golden age ('40's-'60's) of bebop and beyond, I
>
can't believe the utter pap that passes for "jazz" by the cowed,
cretinized
>
popular culture of today- the immaculately coiffed, substantially vacuous
>
Kenny G culture. Coltrane, Davis,
Parker, Monk, Mingus, Dolphy, Ayler,
>
McLean, Armstrong, Ellington (the latter 2 preceding the others but forming
>
the foundation for them) are among those in my pantheon. Coltrane, Davis,
>
Parker and Monk (like Burroughs, Ginsberg, Kerouac and Huncke on the Beatific
>
Mt. Rushmore) are at the very top for me.
I have a very extensive
> collection,
beginning with LPs and mostly in the subsequent CD strata, of
>
these Masters and others. Of the 4, I
had the privelege of seeing only Davis
>
during his last '80's incarnation. I
missed the boat on the others, born and
>
enlightened too late. But about 5 years
ago, I did have a Coltrane
>
experience- I saw a band that featured his son Ravi ( as well as Elvin Jones,
>
the great drummer of the legendary JC quartet), whom I briefly met after the
>
set. He closely resembled his father,
it was a rather spooky experience and
> I
felt somewhat sorry for him having to pursue his path in the shadow of such
> an
immortal Giant. He was good as I recall
and probably has gotten better (I
>
think he was only in his mid-20's when I met him), but how can he ever get
>
out from under that shadow? I admire
him for doing what he must do
>
regardless of the circumstances. What
is your favorite Coltrane item or
>
album? I would hate to have to answer
that question, so I shouldn't be
>
asking it, should I?
>
> I
was aware of, and saddened by, the deaths of Robert Mitchum, James Stewart
>
and Charles Kurault, in such quick succession.
Have you seen RM in NIGHT OF
>
THE HUNTER? It's one of the great
stylish villian roles, right up there with
>
Richard Widmark's Tommy Yudo in KISS OF DEATH and Dennis Hopper's Frank Booth
> in
BLUE VELVET. And I recently saw the
newly restored version of VERTIGO on
>
the big screen at a grand old theatre here in Ann Arbor, a breathtaking
>
experience with an unforgettable, subtly complex and disturbing performance
> by
JS. Speaking of the cowed, cretinized
popular culture referred to above,
>
you failed to mention the death, by his own hand, of Brian Keith, separated
> at
birth from Robin Williams and my accountant, who looks like both of them
>
combined, and with some Ted Kennedy thrown in for outline. As Vietnam and
>
the upheavals of the '60's raged, Uncle Bill blew off Buffy, Jody and Sissy
>
with his gruff, lethargic "go ask Mr. French" for 7 straight
seasons. It
>
took that many years for Kerouac to get ON THE ROAD published! This is
>
shameful, what did BK ever do to me? He
was probably a very nice guy
>
following his path and making a living, and I never would have wished such a
>
terrifying and despairing end for him.
>
>
Well, I have written again as you suggested after not hearing from you after
>
our brief exchange a little while back ( you toggled me to get on my New
>
Urbanist soapbox as I recall). This is
a great and increasingly obsessive
>
list to be on, I'm getting to know the themes and MO's of the regulars,
>
separating the Beat Wheat from the Chatter Chaff. Until very recently, my
>
own correspondence was one-on-one, such as my dispatches to you. But I've
>
finally gone public and joined in on the VOC forum in direct response to
>
Marie Countryman and to the List at large.
>
>
Regards,
>
>
Arthur S. Nusbaum
Arthur:
When
you delurk you do not mess around. I always assumed Dr. Sax was
named
that by Jack for the jazz sax players who can haunt you like a
mystery
in your brain. What was the man who
just quit playing and went
out
every night and played on the Brooklyn bridge?
There is something
about
the sax that is lost in today's music.
Whether you like them or
not,
Train and others were the boss, and noone has picked up the
challenge. But I mean, lock Kenny G and Yanni in a room
together and
see
what happens. Maybe they could force
each other to play!!!!
Glad to
help someone delurk, but wow, what a powerful beginning today.
I love
this list! It is the only thing I know
of on the internet that
requires
thought.
Peace,
--
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 18:18:45 -0500
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The
Playful Poets
by
William H. Rose, III
Kerouac
ruck-sack back-pack Buddha-Jack beat-back run-on James Joyce firs=
t-choice
odd-voice
free-fall flowing, you know, come on. (In cosmic slums Jack wro=
te the
bums
and
beat upon his clever-kicked and hobo drums in search of wide-eyed lov=
ers who
would
hum.) On the road his story told in non-stop verse so nudely bold. =
Kicks
and
chicks
and movin=92 on; swimmin=92 in women and carryin=92 on. Kerouac ro=
ad-knack
Dharma-pack
mystic poet of our past.
Dharma
lion, love-crazed cryin=92, house of Zion, outlived dyin=92. Allen=
Ginsberg phallic-
rimsword,
fault gestalt Whitman Walt, no man, everyman, woman, man! Kaddi=
sh,
Kaddish,
Kaddish, rave and reel, the secret hero of the =93Howl=94 was Ne=
al.
=93The fastest
man
alive=94 some say when pryed, others say he lived the way he died. Ke=
n Kessy
testing
LSD the
bus =93Furthur=94 on a spree in colors all a-glow; Neal=92s drivi=
n=92,
the Dead are
thrivin=92
in the Merry Prankster Show. Further, Furthur, further, off to=
the extreme;
deeper,
steeper, deeper at the edge of my beat-dream. Flower-power acid-t=
ower
peace-hour,
free; The Electric-Koolaid-Acid-Test and 1963.
Generation,
inspiration, imagination, confirmation; When did I find time =
for
this beat
emancipation?
J.S.
Bach turned waltz to rock and Hendrix played it loud; The Grateful D=
ead
they spun
some
heads but Mozart stunned the crowds (at only 4!). Courtney Love and =
Kurt
Cobain,
Perry
Farrell and Alice In Chains. Bob Dylan was distillin=92 the essence=
of folk rock while
Iggy
Popp the stage he hopped naked all a-swingin=92-bopped. Carol King, =
Prince,
and
Queen,
royalty the music scene. And Bo and Bird without a word the sweete=
st
sounds
I=92ve
ever heard. Tom Waits impatiently I=92ve found for pasties, g-stri=
ngs,
beer and blue
sound.
Hip-hop
(give it away now), Punk Rock (in your face, wow!), Raggae (Rasta=
fari,
man),
Techno
(music in a can), Ragtime (Joplin=92s slammin=92 keys), The Blues =
(B.B.=92s
on his
knees),
Classic (music for the head), Cool Jazz (from the heart is fed), =
Rock
=91N Roll (the
time
has come), Slow Souls (melts them into one).
Thomas
Stearns (T.S.) Eliot cosmic burn poetic delicate free-verse letter=
s
Wasteland
empty
it. e.e. cummings, he be cunning, words so stunning, see me coming,=
poetry with
wit.
Salvador Dali Llama, Dharma blues and bums with news, William Shakes=
peare
did
you all
hear Elvis has blue shoes (watch your step now!). Buddha, Christ,=
and Allah
praises;
Genghis, Vlad, and Hitler crazes, ashes death to dust. Lord Byro=
n I=92m
admirin=92,
Socrates
philosophies please, and Charlemagne made quite a name while Nea=
l Young
slept
in rust. Robert Frost was never lost while Whitman=92s truth was su=
ddenly
tossed at
Henry
and June two lovers star-crossed. Ezra Pound China-found canto-boun=
d full
of
sound,
Yao! And Emily a mystery wrote poetry for all to see, wow! Ferling=
hetti
word
confetti,
scat-back ready, beatnik steady, City Lights heady, the =93Howl=
=94 was
so much fun;
James
Dean was such a scream and Morrison was filled with dreams and both=
died much
too
young. Jim Carroll lives with Randal Jarrell my bookshelf won with Le=
wis
Carol. The
Hobohemian
hepcat-hipster tried to make it with a twister. And Leonard Co=
hen
wrote all
alone
=93her perfect body=94 Suzanne poem.
Bus-stop
red-hot flip-flop last-stop dew-drop bop-hop flick of the lovers=
tongue; stop-gap
beat-rap
sex-trap hip-wrap sound-tap flap-clap pose of the rebel young. A=
nd in
the 1990=92s
we are
confused =91bout lust, can we, should we, would we tender touch, o=
f
lovers who are
loving
not enough, or, perhaps, maybe, of course, too much?
Claude
Monet no pallet gray, colors rich and full of May. Vincent painted=
Starry Nights
and
softly unveiled the world=92s rights. da Vinci gave us mirrored hands=
and all the
wonders
of the land. And Gustav Klimt the kissers primped within his arms=
her body
limp
(waiting for =93The Kiss=94); for Lenny Kaye and Patti=92s way they =
=93Ask
The Angels=94
come
and play (sweet poetic bliss).
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Date: Sun, 6 Jul 1997 19:25:22 -0400
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MC:
Today,
had more good posts than I could digest.
You go girl. I salute
your
wonderful handling of your mood and obtaining what you wanted
without
being, well, you know what I am trying to say here. Damn good
job. Good list and I just felt VoC was such a
hard book to read because
of the
way I read and the way Jack wrote it.
He wants to recreate
reality
with words, and I read it that way, and it takes my energy. I
want to
read Pic though, so I will read VoC in hopes someone else will
go
there with me. Peace,
--
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
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