Welcome to Life, Motherfucker
with love for my fellow poets
appalled by the
enormity
of my self regard
there’s got to be
more to this
tradition of
transmission
than elitism and
intellectual circle jerk
the tyranny of
intentionality
visions of a
glamorous hell
with bags full of
havoc
like Bobby and
Joanie
walkin’ the
festival grounds
cracking a
bullwhip: superstars in our thinking
where you swim,
she drowns
The whole
impossibility of actually seeing something.
I think that now
that’s a very difficult process to navigate.
There’s so much to
cut through. It’s a very complicated terrain.
the solid marrying
the liquid
that curious,
lurking something
It’s up to us to
find
their breath in
the fog
to quietly float
is a huge
challenge
To get people to
use their eyes
and to get them to
notice the things
they don’t pay
attention to
Everybody does
look,
it’s just a
question of
how hard.
Williams modeled
brevity and precision
Duncan invited us
to return to the field
Ginsberg recommended
candor
Nikki reminded us
to stand up
I am constantly
voraciously reading medical texts until four or five in the morning. I want
more energy, I want more vitality, I want more hair. I wanna snuff around and
eavesdrop on people. I want to go further, transcending time.
Life breaks all of
us. Capitalism enters our central nervous systems and gives us many levels of
sickness. The antidote: Spermy poetic language. Explosive and ejaculatory. A
new way to communicate, to participate, a new spiritual condition. If you’re
open to infinity, you have a chance to regenerate yourself, and once all these
circles, these circular temples, regenerate themselves, they’re the same old
world but with a fresh new morning exhalation.
I’ll always be
your friend, and even your poet laureate. I am not a revolutionary, yet I feel
I have something of value to say. I do overshare. It's my way of trying to
understand myself.... It creates community when you talk about private things. It’s
sort of a hobby of mine, the truth. The truth is not needed, but something is.
I have spent aeons sitting here. Right here. I have been to hell and back. And
let me tell you it was wonderful. One moment equals eternity. That tranquility
is right at the edge of the chaos.
words are sigils
for the
unutterable incomprehensible
ineffable energy
coursing
through all life
forms
poetic pictograms
guttural grunts
toward meaning
phenomenological
symbology
grand and finally,
inadequate
Welcome to life,
motherfucker.
Cola Rum
tyranny of
intentionality.
Tod Marshall
Visions of a
glamorous hell. George
Kuchar on the films of Jack Smith
Where you swim,
she drowns.
Carl Jung to James Joyce, about his schizophrenic daughter.
The whole
impossibility of actually seeing something. I think that now that’s a very
difficult process to navigate. There’s so much to cut through. It’s a very
complicated terrain. Gillian
Conoley, interviewed by Tod Marshall for Range
of the Possible, page 37.
The solid marrying
the liquid, that curious, lurking something. Walt Whitman, “Specimen Days”
It’s up to us to
find their breath in the fog. Edee Lemonier
to quietly float
is a huge challenge Toni
Lumbrazo Luna
It’s the job of
the artist to get people to use their eyes and to get them to notice the things
they don’t pay attention to. John Baldessari, in Interview Magazine
Everybody does
look, it’s just a question of how hard. David Hockney, as interviewed in the
documentary Hockney.
That’s what I
wanna do. I wanna snuff around and eavesdrop on people. Albert King, in
conversation with Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Life breaks all of
us. Lily
Yeh
A new way to
communicate, to participate, a new spiritual condition. Ai Wei Wei
If you’re open to
infinity…. a fresh new morning exhalation. I am not a revolutionary, yet I feel I have something of value to say.
Capitalism enters our central nervous
systems and gives us many levels of sickness. Spermy poetic language. Explosive and ejaculatory. Matthew Shipp
I’ll always be
your friend, and even your poet laureate. Abel Lucas (Joaquin Phoenix) in Woody
Allen’s Irrational Man.
I do overshare.
It's my way of trying to understand myself. ... It creates community when you
talk about private things. Carrie Fisher, interviewed by NPR not long before her
death. www.npr.org/2016/11/28/503580112/carrie-fisher-opens-up-about-star-wars-the-gold-bikini-and-her-on-set-affair
It’s sort of a
hobby of mine, the truth. Dialogue spoken by John Robie (Cary Grant) in Alfred
Hitchcock’s To Catch A Thief.
The truth is not
needed, but something is. Dennis McBride
