Gentlemen-Roisterers Poem by Denis Mair

Gentlemen-Roisterers

Rating: 5.0

(on seeing a photo of James Koehnline and Peter Lamborn Wilson at Chief Sealth's grave, mid-'90s)
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A bond of karmic affinity leaps out at the viewer....

two characters out of each other's deja vu scenarios...

a tantalizing accord of different physiognomies...

able to swap personae of gray eminence and trickster...

plotters only hoping to lighten the steps of plodders...

gentlemen-roisterers who frequent cavernous taverns...

adept at flipping the heaviness and lightness of fate...

the eso- and exo- of what will be revealed...

along lines inspired by the Lord of Misrule's motley.
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[Photo credit: Andrea Frank]

Gentlemen-Roisterers
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As I'm sure you can tell from the tone, the word 'roisterer' is somewhat tongue and cheek. Peter and James are and were highly erudite guys. This makes me wonder, in this era when we are all surrounded by information, why some people have an unusual grounding in several fields of knowledge. Peter abstained from computers and probably TV all his life. That may help explain it. And I think underground 'zine culture must have been a remarkable milieu. I figure peopl like Peter and James had to have the verve, the panache, to swashbuckle their way through whole libraries without taking themselves too seriously. Peter and James got to know each other as youngsters through 'zine culture and a network of anarchist reading groups (the same milieu that gave rise to Autonomedia Press) . I have read several books by Peter, including PIRATE UTOPIAS. I have also followed James' art career. He designed book covers for Peter and other Autonomedia publications. He also designed covers for the astrologer Rob Brezsny and the indie filmmaker/ alternative theater director Antero Alli. Autonomedia was the press that introduced the works of Jean Baudrillard to English-speaking readers./
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