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.

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)

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.

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.

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

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