We are in presence of a cataract
the care o’ act–one,
two, or three, he who spills
his heart out before his brain can
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Breeding For Truth
When as in a science fiction movie
or in a Wallace Stevens poem
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Movie Title Poem #44
There Will Be Blood
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Both Categories
Some people think John Ashbery is
one of the greatest poets in
...
Why write What nobody reads?
Why does the pigeon disturb me?
Why are the marigolds bright but so empty?
What does my lady dog want?
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It’s the notion of
wings, that’s what it is
More like flight the concept
or flying, a verb
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Jack Kerouac: He Who Refers To Charlie Parker
We are in presence of a cataract
the care o’ act–one,
two, or three, he who spills
his heart out before his brain can
engage any particular direction,
he who refers to Charlie Parker’s
sax as something weirdly Irish,
his pa-tootle-stick when he
blop blop the bop bop!
You Jack Kerouac, I submit, be
the modern madster of on ah ma-tah-
tah-tah-pee a bit before you see, ah
“the chess men” in Washington Square
“silent, ready for funny war, ” you Jack
Kerouac, of the cataract, also are
The master of the oxymoronic, ”
can war be “funny”? Actually, when you look
at the concept of war, it is funny.
How else can you look at mass
murder any more than at mass mass
without laughing? I mean warfare
recrucifies Christ as few other sacrificial
futilities can or ever have or will.
Fools own guns for sport and protection.
Guns own fools for sport only. Charlie Parker,
for God’s sake please wherever you be, please,
“...lay the bane off me and off of every body.”