RE: Format

Part B


I just can’t believe if ever the thought you don’t know how

you have no idea idear you couldn’t possibly



Not much thrown up over a life time time to look back and

realize that nothing gained for lack of trying just substitutes

sweat for grit who needs that either



Just coming to terms with all that time wasted here sits one

pumped out hole in the spirit life trudging across across me like

three times twenty or some such mathematical possibility but

don’t now no don’t ask



Why it matters it matters not just because but just and all

solutions rendered seem pointless at least and dull now posted



Take all of this please if it is a moldy joke just gather up and walk

away before I have to write more



What’s more this dreams don’t matter no more just one after

another looking for a way out of one more too tight space that is

what is left



Saving the best for last aint like what I made it up to be.

                                                           (smokin w/william-1991)



RE: Lovejoy by Phoebe Wayne

Just received new publication from c_L books, Portland.  Lovejoy by Phoebe
Wayne is tremedious work.  A somewhat difficult task to take up a person or anothers persons work and 'write about it'.  Well Ms. Wayne has and well she has done it.  Mazal Tov to her and James Yeary who made the book.

Here is Phoebe Wayne's blogsite and she talks abut the book:
http://onedocument.blogspot.com/

Here is James Yeary's website. 
http://catabolicguiltcalendar.blogspot.com/

Here are some lines from the book:

"The Lovejoy Columns are distant lost damaged personal

   and historical/social, Commercial from transit beginnings

          to development to art-commerce moment of all our

        bunched ideals frenzying over each face of glass and

 framed ditch.  Framed by park, salvaged industrial beams

                                             etc.  Framed by Real Estate."

RE: GO HERE NOW

http://mavieenbling2amemoir.blogspot.com/2010/10/ma-vie-en-bling-2-memoir.html



Call it what you will and you will.

Thanks AB and H.

RE: Ted Hughes WAS the worst poet of 20th Century

Lawrence Journal World, October 7, 2010 (AP London)

Proof found after all these years that Ted Hughes WAS THE WORST POET writing in the English language in 20th century.  Britian is all up after new poem is found 'detailing the day his wife Sylvia Plath committed suiside".    And it seems perhaps that this  may have contributed  ...his fucking poems were so terrible she had no escape.  Isnt that obvious now?  I dont even mean to belittle Ms. Plath here....what I am getting at is that perhaps she realized and that might have been part of her depression...what a great fake her husband was.  Here are some lines quoated from the newspaper this morning that were  on the Brit Tee Vee "...read in a dry quivering voice by actor Jonathan Pryce...". 

"...I lit my fire.  I had got out my papers. 
And I started to write when the telphone
jerked awake, in a jabbbering alarm,
remembering everything.

     It recovered in my hand,  a voice
like a selected weapon
or a measured injection coolly delivered
its four words deep into my ear.

     "Your wife is dead."

+++++++++++++++
Another reason why a whole lot of folks believe that poetry just doesnt matter and should remain locked in the closet of academia where it belongs.  Ugh.

RE: New

[i read somewhere about an anthology of end poems.......hopefully nowhere near that but it does enter into the conversation, dont it]



Part B




I just can’t believe

if ever the thought

you don’t know how

you have no idea

idear

you couldn’t possibly



Not much thrown up over a life

time

time to look back and realize

that

nothing gained for lack of

trying just substitutes sweat for grit

who needs that either




Just coming to terms with all

that time wasted

here sits one pumped out

hole in the spirit

life trudging across

across me like three times twenty

or some such mathomatical

possibility

but don’t now no don’t ask



Why it matters

it matters

not just because

but just

and all solutions rendered seem

pointless at least

and dull now posted




Take all of this

please

if it is a moldy joke

just gather up and walk away

before I have to write

more







What’s more

this

dreams don’t matter

no more

just one after another

looking for a way out

of one more too tight

space



that is what is left







Saving the best

for last

aint like what

I made it

up

to

be.

[resting in the pits at lake afton raceway as crew for River City Race Team, 1968]

RE: OMG

Me, Richard Lopez and Tavi Gevinson have the same hair color and cut now.  Is that cool?    I am so done.  Kaminski, Tabios are you guys in?

RE: Cleaning off shelves

I need suggestions as to what to do with some books.  Living in Sonoma County in the 70's and 80's it was impossible to not know Paul Mariah.  He was a gem, a beaut, a wild ass motherfucker.  But I have never heard or seen of any great collections or locations of his 'papers'.  Here is the deal:  I have a few publications from his press, Manroot.  Chapbooks (his and others), issues of Manroot magazine (including the Jack Spicer issue),  and a letter or two.  Stuff printed on his Chandler letter press up in Glen Ellyn, which I helped with.  Nothing valuable money wise...but you know.   I would rather they end up in a homeless shelter library than the basement of some university library "special collections" and if YOU would like to look through them and then pass them along...that would be great.  You dont have to be doing research on 'mid-century radical gay poetics' to have me give you these few items.  Really...you dont. 

Help me out.  I will box them up and send to you what I have.  Serious enquires only.

P.S.  I looked (searched) online for a pic of Paul and couldnt find one...sad eh.  Or maybe just not good  searching.  And I dont have a scanner...but I do have pics of dude