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Archive for the month “October, 2012”

I DREAMED I SAW

O  I  DREAMED  I  SAW  THE  SILVER  SPACE  SHIPS

Flying   in the yellow haze of the sun    Except it wasn’t

a dream    It was  live   on CNN       A  Sci-Fi  scene?

Or was it  Biblical?     Our ancestors would have

climbed up  up  up   to the toppermost  &  had a good

night’s sleep   While we flee   our manmade mountains

One with a flaccid penile crane   flopping in the breeze

As the tourists scurry to find take-out      and last minute deals at Barney’s

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Fall 2012   Frankenstorm  NYC

REMEMBER WHEN

REMEMBER  WHEN  YOU WERE  YOUNG   YOU SHONE LIKE THE SUN

I once worked with an  elective mute

All of his art involved pieces of machines   trucks    and tubes

He had been psychotic   and his art revealed  the robot self

He was 19    and a deep rumble lived where his voice might

have been    But it was unlikely that he would ever speak again

 

Welcome to the Machine   this place where a boy    had once  been

 

Mother should I run for President?

Mother should I trust the Government?

Mother will they put me in the firing line?

Oooh aah  it’s just a waste of time –

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*inspired by  Diego Rivera   Detroit  &  Industry  1932-33    A.G.O.

&  Pink Floyd

 

Fall  2012

MALCOLM X

MALCOLM    X

I have a friend who quoted Woody   one day

25 yrs. ago    He said:  80% of life is just   showing up

 

I answer now:  And the remaining 20% involves:

kicking & screaming 

scraping & purring

sturm & drang                                       &  goodbyes

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Fall  2012

MORE AFFORDABLE HOUSING

MORE     AFFORDABLE  HOUSING

The abattoir down the road   is pumping out

pig smell today    The air is heavy with a sweet

gone rancid stink from hell    But this is   West

Queen West     The fabulous  Art & Design District

So all the hipsters sublimate their  shit   and out the

other end   comes beauty    Personally I prefer breathing

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Fall  2012

DON’T LET THE CABRÓNES

DON’T  LET  THE  CABRÓNES      GET  YOU  DOWN

Frida glowering   with flowers in her hair

Diego a shambling  giant    The woman

beside me  at the A.G.O. leaned in   and

whispered:

 

He had so many women!       Must have been the charisma –

 

Frida’s mouth is just so   fuck you –

Especially  in front of  the  Rockefeller Mural

where  Comrade Lenin   features large

Did Mr. Rockefeller think he could buy

the giant sized Communist    with mucho

gringo dineros?      VIVA LA REVOLUCIÓN

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*inspired by   Frida And Diego   Passion, Politics &  Painting    A.G.O.

 

Fall  2012

DON’T TELL ME

DON’T  TELL  ME  WHAT  THE  POETS    ARE  SAYING

John Ashbery says:  There are no rewards in this world for

pissing your life away even if it means you get to see forgotten

icebergs      He has won the Pulitzer   studied at Harvard & Columbia

 

That is a bit like The Hip crooning:  No one’s interested in something

you didn’t do      And since such sentiments make mere mortals feel like

has beens   you would all be better off gazing at the moon   or contemplating

the Aztecs   who prophesy  that the world will end   unbelievably    soon

 

So   Come  Poet    Shut  Up

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* inspired by   John Ashbery    The Tragically Hip    Allen Ginsberg

Fall  2012

LET THERE BE

LET  THERE    BE

He is a 1 armed photographer   He looks pretty

grizzled  and 1/2 mad    gazing at the sky  as though

he can force the light to co-operate    Or maybe a

wizened old magician who makes the light  happen

One eye often closed   Silverhaired cyclops  carrying

his camera through the woods   for 60 yrs.

 

He said:  Either you see it   or you don’t

I say:  Either you hear it    or you don’t    

 

The sound of words    falling from    the tortured mouth     of the muse

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Fall  2012  A.G.O.  Joseph Sudek   The Legacy Of A Deeper Vision

IF YOU DO NOT GO THERE

IF YOU DO NOT GO THERE    FATE WILL TAKE YOU KICKING & SCREAMING*

It would be so much easier to take photographs

Capture the essence in a click      There.   Ah.   Yes.   Done.

My heart flutters with excitement     I could put down this

wretched pen   and not have to dredge up  words   ever again

O the pulling dragging wrenching digging    clenching of teeth   

 

Or perhaps I should just confine myself to    appropriation?

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*C.G. Jung

 

Fall  2012

I SEE YOU’VE GOT A HUSBAND

I  SEE  YOU’VE  GOT  A  HUSBAND   NOW

I call out her name   but she does not answer

We stand  3 feet apart    An exact replica of her

only frumpy & ill conceived    16yrs. ago   gave me

 the finger  in an Indian resto    I am still not certain

if it is her      Have  I  fallen into a chasm between                       space & time?

Or does this confirm her as a borderline?

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Fall  2012

THE HANDRAIL PIERCED ME

THE   HANDRAIL  PIERCED  ME   AS     THE  SWORD  PIERCES  THE  BULL

Diego’s womb’s are full   of plump babies &  flowers    The cornucopia

While Frida’s are showers of  blood   &  empty     He had abandoned

2 families  before he wed her    &  was only  able to conceive of  the womb

theoretically     And as for me    I haven’t been reduced to keeping dolls

and monkeys      yet

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*Frida Kahlo  &  Diego Rivera   A.G.O.  Fall  2012

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