Wednesday, June 1, 2011

RE: adios

Think I am gonna end this blog.  Will let stand a couple more days.  Need to find new directions which I am sure will appear.

Gonna play the post card here and now!  Geez,  I couldda been a contender!


Monday, May 23, 2011

RE: Political Po Makes Me Sick

is a real oh is a real

you better open up and see

you  can bet  in ti fada fada
gonna stand  up over the big

fence you got

you can bet the street will swell
with that mass you cannot pre dict

you gonna as sar miss yas ar for sure when

the next round bells

net a yahoo or not it dont matter to some
some say
and isnt it  true by count
on both sides that fence you got
that  folk
cry peace now...

there is a lot of

GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY

going on just now

some here some there some where now

where you are


hear some advice from the humid

mid west and i quote

the old pub call

which is the last call

"hurry up please its time"

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

RE: Conceptual what?

I remember W S Burroughs quoting someone who said:  "Writing is, of course, 50 years behind painting."  Or was it 30 years.  Or does it matter.  Cant remember who said what.  Seems true enough though.  Recent fuss about what happened at White House Poetry Reading recently...K G read from the Wall Street Journal did he?  Humm.......not new that.  If so called conceptual poetry has everyone including renowned Stanford critics declaring the latest stuff conceptual all that...humph.  NOT.  Come on now.  NO not begrudging K G or anyone else there time in the spotlight or best sellers list...but jesus call me jaded.  Or maybe call anyone jaded who has been around long enough to know that Will Rogers read the paper in public and Lenny Bruce used to read his trial transcripts on stage too...both had audience rolling in the aisle.  And maybe I can say that like me, anyone who was charmed enough to swallow some Oswley acid in the 60's has known for some time know how funny anything and everything was...remember that time mid trip someone picked up a phone book and started reading outloud and next thing you know everyone is on the floor laughing.  Or goddess forbid someone turned on the TV...holy fuck!  Blah blah blah.  Conceptual for a good friend was, while peaking on sunshine  finding a plastic dog toy shaped and colored exactly like a pork chop.  Whew....that was conceptual.  Oh well.  That was then and now is now.  If bad is good than flarf is old. Ditto concept.  Ditto someone trying to make poetry out of there own genes.  P.S.  Someone else is trying to clone W S B from a turd a Lawrence plumber swiped from his overflowing crapper one day many years ago.  The'artist' even got a grant from some outfit in Kansas City.  Good for him.  Stay tuned and keep reading The Weekly World News for updates.

Again...I enjoy a good joke as well as next guy...and if you can keep it up...do  so.  Why not.  I am certainly not in a race with anyone. For better or worse trying to keep up just wears me out.   Just sayin.

Monday, May 9, 2011

RE: ciel ing or creep of light newsletters from portland, or

Thanks to james yeary down in portland for making and sending out newsletters picd below.  To me always a charge to open mailbox and find torn, crinkled, abused paper collection of poetics.  A long and wonderful tradition carried thru recent years by like of ken warren at house organ, andre codrescu and laura rothenthal at exquisite corpse, chris riener at witz, st. marks poetry project...even yugan printed by amira baraka and diane di prima back in '60s.  yeary keeps it going...and that indeed something to chant about hanging from a street light with a cold pbr in hand.  indeed.  more to say about this new pub in next issue of  galatea resurrects from ms. tabios house of poetree.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

RE: "Haute memoire"

In the last few weeks I heard Joe Harrington, Rachael Blau DuPlessis and C D Wright (good poets all )reading what they referred to as some kind of 'memorie' stuff using archival materials including photos, newspapers etc.  Like an updated Paterson...sorta.   So what the hell....I'm in.




                                                            CRACKER AND SON


following a spot of cat fishing and remember happy days along the rivers of western Illinois......all white is a nice touch and bloodstains added for just the right tension....truth be told he was a violent raciest fuck.  of course my expression may well be 'dont fuck with him or he will beat you down'...truth be told.

r.a. mccrary b.2/5/1901 raville, la
j.o. mccrary b.9/10/1941 geneva, il

Friday, April 29, 2011

RE: Mazel tov

Will  and  Cat

Rockin  the big house tonite

Saturday, April 16, 2011

RE: I inspire Lady Ga Ga.

From article on Huffington Post re Ga Ga's new video Judas. 
(. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/04/16/lady-gaga-judas-listen_n_850015.html )

I wonder how SHE got a copy of my chapbook Oh Miss Mary.  Hey, LGG, its okay....use it all!


"...The song and video are told from Mary Magdelene's perspective, with lyrics such as, "When he comes to me, I am ready/ I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs/ Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain/ Even after three times, he betrays me/ I'll bring him down, a king with no crown..."

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

RE: Here is a list

Blackburn
DiPrima
Sexton
Dorn
Duncan
Kieger

yesterday, today, tomorrow.  Period.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Thursday, March 31, 2011

RE: en la noche

RE: Can we become more ignorant?

Overheard at store yesterday.  They were referring to  in person advance voting now taking place in our town.  .  One senior to another:  "Did you vote?"  Yes  "Did you have to show ID*?"  No, they knew I was an American.

*  New law in Kansas from new Sec. of State, ID required (especially if olive skinned or being chased down by heliocopter ).

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

RE: I am not that, so don't 'kill' me please.

All this discussion...pointing to bad people  who have fucked things up for others...coming round.    

What is new becomes old, you do not need to extingish anything.  LangPo...Flarf...Concept...VisPo....why are some many so angry at the 'old' and so abuzz to 'create' something, anything new?  Bewitched I say.
In a good way perhaps.  Just do it, someone once said.  Just go ahead.  You will be a) ignored; b) more ignored;  c) spit on ; d)embraced, hugged, honored, beprized, hired, tenured and hung out.  If that what you want...it is about should you. 

Such energy these kids.

Here is an old saying:  "Go fuck yourself."   If you think that through it may not be a bad idea, eh?  It may come to that you know. It may be an option to oh I dont know...opening day at the ball park?
Stay outta the rain.  Anyone who goes to opening day tomorrow is nutz.  Watching anything outside in the rain this spring be it baseball, kick ball or bocce ball...uh...no that wont happen will it.  Forget I said that.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

RE: Latest Sports Results

FINAL FOUR


US:           23
LIBYA:      0

ISRAEL:  22
GAZA:       2


Take a moment and fill out your bracket.

US vs ISREAL:
GAZA vs US:
GAZA vs LIBYA:
LIBYA vs US, ISREAL & GAZA:
ISREAL vs US, GAZA, LIBYA, IRAN and RUSSIAN plus Pat Robertson.

RE: RIP

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2011/03/14/MND41IAC74.DTL


Owsley has died.  He moved a generation.  Mine. 

Some of us write poems  (sigh)....some of us make LSD (ai yi yi).  

Praise him again and again.

Monday, March 21, 2011

RE Just shoot me!!!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-lundberg/spring-poems_b_837667.html


This is  what some white guy (and assorted others) do every year to  try and  make poetry 'available'
and popular in the community in hopes it will create, oh I dont know, job security for him (them).  This guy, here today, decided G. Hopkins, D H Lawrence and W Blake are cool poems to celebrate spring. Come on dude, how about a little something from someone in Brooklyn dreaming about stuffing her exhusband into a blender, or a someone in Frisco wanting to conk a monk on the head with a statue of his holiness.  White guy...there are real folks, living breathing, struggling, weeping, going nuts and being really happy every day during these fucked up times writing poetry that is well..you know...ah  life like..yeah thats it.  You know that dont you?

 .
Godess help us...April is  a comin and toad fuck us all for National Poetry Month to follow.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Friday, March 4, 2011

RE: Coming soon

Will read from this new publication March 31, Raven Bookstore, Lawrence, Ks.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

RE: Perfect quote!

Hillary Clinton Calls Al Jazeera 'Real News,' Criticizes U.S. Media 

First Posted: 03/ 3/11 12:57 PM Updated: 03/ 3/11 01:11 PM

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said Wednesday that Al Jazeera is gaining more prominence in the U.S. because it offers "real news"--something she said American media were falling far short of doing.

Clinton was speaking before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, and she said the U.S. is losing the "information war" in the world. One of the reasons she cited for this was the quality of channels like Al Jazeera.

"Viewership of Al Jazeera is going up in the United States because it's real news," she said. "You may not agree with it, but you feel like you're getting real news around the clock instead of a million commercials and, you know, arguments between talking heads and the kind of stuff that we do on our news which, you know, is not particularly informative to us, let alone foreigners."

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

RE: Big book reminds me of this

Recently Iowa poet David Morice submitted a really big book to local university.  Here it is:


Then I remember what I submitted to anthology: "American Poets Say Goodbye to 20th Century" back in 1996.  Edited by Andrie Codrescu and Laura Rosenthal.


Crappy image...but you get the point...I submitted three 'blank' poems.    I applaud the editors, those nutty editors,  for including a 'no response' 'response'.  This looms big on my vita...oh yeah.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

RE: Stay tuned for more of this(or send me more from u)

POEM


I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You

BY CHARLES OLSON



Off-shore, by islands hidden in the blood    (why don’t you say what you mean, dude)

                                         jewels & miracles, I, Maximus (could you find another name, please)
                                         a metal hot from boiling water, tell you
                                         what is a lance, who obeys the figures of
                                         the present dance (IF THIS IS SOME SORT OF SEX IMAGE, YOU SUCK)


1

the thing you’re after
may lie around the bend
of the nest (second, time slain, the bird! the bird! (no one should talk about mom like that, ahole)
And there! (strong) thrust, the mast! flight (or like tht!!!)

                                                       (of the bird
                                                       o kylix, o
                                                       Antony of Padua
                                                       sweep low, o bless (O O O OMG get me outta here)



the roofs, the old ones, the gentle steep ones
on whose ridge-poles the gulls sit, from which they depart, (how fucking old and boring can yu get)

                                                                      And the flake-racks

of my city! (are you trying to say, dude , that your city stinks of bird shit and rotten fish….cool man)

Monday, February 21, 2011

RE: Absorbtion

This is  what I have been reading/viewing, daily, for last couple months...clicking through each morning.  Not, of course, the only thing...but this regularly.

blogs:  catherine daly,  susan smith nash, megan kaminski, eileen tabios, anne boyer, nada gordan, dodie bellamy, chris murray, shannon compton, lyn heijinian, joy leftow,  tavi gevenson, maryrose larkin.

russian tv - the alayona show especially when sara benincasa is guest

Intense, provoking, demanding, painful, sad and mad funny, mad smart, mad stab too.  If the www  is  a party there is much life to it for sure.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

RE: remember this

Long time ago at a Zap comix party in North Beach with S. Clay Wilson, old Lawrence buddy.  Was late and I am leaving.  Say to Wils "I'm going home."  He says: "Go outside.  I'll get you a ride."  I lived in Haight then, long walk from North Beach, but went out and sat on curb of deserted Grant St.  Up came a paisly painted porche 911, door opened. a voice like mine now hollared:  "Mcarrrrrry you wanna ride?"  It was Janis and we flew to the Haight stopping not once for any lights...red, green, yellow or whatnot.  It was perfect end to good nite.  Her roommate was a friend of Wils .  We got to Haight and she pulled up and jumped out.  Me too. Said "later" to each other and went on home. Then she died.  .

Sometime in 1990's and I am in Lawrence.  Stopped at bookstore on way to Burroughs house to cook him meat loaf dinner.  Kathy Acker in store sitting, bald headed at a computer.  I asked her if she wanted to come to Williams for dinner.  She said no, she was doing some research.  Who knew.  She was bald.  It was a style.  I was ignorant.  She stayed in Lawrence a while and then went back to NYC.  And died from her cancer. 

I have a  copy of Pussy King of the Pirates signed by Acker  that I am saving for the poet AB's daugher in OP.  Maybe when she is older.  It is also signed by S Clay Wilson who did the end papers for Acker.  He is now slowly disappearing physically, mentally and spiritually as a result of a traumatic brain injury. 

Sue and I just got back from a trip to Mexico.  It was warm and full of life.  I could die now.  Not the best thing but then again.......what is?   Oh wait I have a reading scheduled on March 31!

Lot of talk around poetics webworld about maleness, meanness, fuckyouness, I am pissedoffness....hateness and endless..........stuff................

I have done what I done.  Done it.  What more to do.  Can be done.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

RE> Sammy THE HAMMER Brownback

Brownback signs order to eliminate the Kansas Arts Commission

and blah blah blah blah blah

oh dear oh dear oh dear

grab the pitchforks and torches...no droids  yeah grab the droids

someone call CA Conrad

save the children...who will give them  sculpty to play with

what will we do oh what will we do

hey dont get me wrong...once  a long time ago i begged  for some $$$$$...

one of the panel called my work\; gobbledygook.............................

high  praise my friends, high praise indeed.


as was said in the 1970's  fuck the kansas arts commission and fuck sam  brownback

99.99999%  of american 'art' and 'culture' deserve \no support from  anyone.  

DAY OF RAGE  IGNORE ALL ART

LAWRENCE KANSAS A TOWN WITH NO ART AND LOVIN IT

OH REALLY YOU SAY...WHAT ...IS THIS  SOCIAL ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

RE. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Baja California Sur
Tropic of Cancer
Temp   72 degrees
Wind    WSW 10 mph
Surf       10 ft

Whales 100 feet offshore are.doing handstands and flips....a three legged dog along for the walk...

no snow...........................deep sleep mid day......................and on and on

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Flashback



Dr. Albert Hoffman and an unknown woman who is given LSD. A 'normal housewife". This the most beautful vid. At 5:24 he asks her to describe and she says: "I wish I could talk in technicolor." a chill went up my spine. I swear my hair stood up. Is this not what the 60's were, finally. Someone said to you "Wanna take a trip?" Unknown, maybe. Complete trust as a fellow. And off you went for better or worse. That was then. We were charmed for sure. I can look back and say that I did one thing that was enormous, that was beyond, that was MY life...She says at 3:48: "Can you see it?" Indeed. Did you see it? Looking back now, coming up on 70 years old, coming up to the end of my life....I can say...yes there was one thing.........and we did it......again and over again......we did it. "Can you see it?" Indeed. I am so proud to say yes...I took LSD....over and over again....purple powder and almonds and sugar cubes and panes or once in cranberry sause at a thanksgiving potluck farmhouse rural kansas cold november day turned into desert camp with living rugs of breathing designs and ravi shanker coming down the hall and around the corner music infused with throat tightening breath of hash scent as someone sat down next to you and said: "Are you okay?"

Maybe I am ready to go...then again it is a quiet winter afternoon. Memories abound.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

RE: Todays readin

I finally found a blog today that wasn't self centered and that blog defined the phrase 'dancing in the asiles' perfectly.  Is that all there is..........

RE: This is important

I can see the Wesboro Baptist Church from my front porch.

RE: Just wondering

What would it be like to be the last man standing

RE: Howling

"I've seen the best minds of my generation and they are dead."  I said that.