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apartment to let
vibrant radiator harmony,
getting to his ears
before the daylight
ripped open his eyes,
and alphabet soup thoughts
swilled from side to side
in the bowl that is his skull,
twnty seven permutations
of how the day
would end up being,
rolling a cigarette,
strips of paper cut from
an old shelley poetry book
as if inhaling the words
would give creedence to his own,
that languished on pages
scattered like a womans dirty
underwear across the floor,
that masterpiece so often
rewritten not compiled,
new words scraped away the old
confidence from caffeine
lifted him to another level,
sun filled evey corner
a morning bronze age
renaissance to the heart,
sat up scratching legs
it would be complete
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Piedad Bonnett – Circle and Ash
Your mouth comes to me, only your mouth.
comes flying
dragonfly blood flare
that lights my night this ash.
entire sea salt dwelling in her,
the whole sound of the sea,
all foam.
Boca drawn for kisses ,
where tantalizing your tongue sleep.
entire world wine is in your mouth,
all the sin
and all innocence.
Boca shut up and when he says, hidden.
Capable of your mouth the whole truth,
the whole truth and lies.
Laugh your mouth and wake up the day.
(Lightning snow there in your laughter.)
As a herd of ponies run over me
kissing your delicious mouth,
your mouth, butterfly wrong,
your mouth others that is blurred
in my circle night and ash.
Kerouac The Movie (King of Beats) (1986)
John Antonelli’s documentary gives a slice of Kerouacs life from the early days to the publication of On The Road, it shows through comments how willing he was to suffer for his art as many writers and for that matter artists do
Mario Benedetti – Little Stones At My Window
Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it’s waiting for me
but today I’m calm
I’d almost say even-tempered
I’m going to keep anxiety locked up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news
who knows where I’ll be next
or when my story will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up with
and what easy way out I’ll take not to follow it
don’t worry, I won’t gamble with an eviction
I won’t tattoo remembering with forgetting
there are many things left to say and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths
don’t worry, I’m convinced
joy doesn’t need to throw any more little stones
I’m coming
I’m coming.
horizons last echo
april sky so soon
drifting on a serpents tail,
leave things unsaid
as land sloop nods it’s sails
passing by
current winds darkly,
past rises and falls
heart regains soft perfume
and patient curve of dreams,
the dose of milky words is measured
and watch strong veins yield,
fertile nymph swift winged
with gentle reprimand and sweet caress
each phrase an anchor
she is the earth i sought
connect and chains alike rendered
into length across the gulf
range to stars and hand shaped sun,
beam downward facing light
it’s shift as hot as a hammer strike,
layers heat stripped back
pool of her shine
into a naked dance
witnessed by constellation
who appraised and agreed,
becoming fugitives
beyond a shouting earth
we fled on the arch
of freedoms ray
Charles Bukowski – Last Straw
Charles Bukowski one of his last readings in 1980
Stones Thrown as the Crow Flies
midnight had crawled
out of his head leaving the
early hours to do their work,
fingers manipulate
keyboard screen aglow
in transcript of the mind,
his patience a short tether
to the excitement of creation,
as if dawn light brought revelation
a first fledged sun of
the day,
radiated warmth
mist lifting,
stimulants left aside
progressing in a way he knew best,
hunching slightly,
a splinter of memory
curdled color at the corner
of his eye,
tear appeared,
but only of tiredness,
not happiness
love remorse or regret
compacting much of the mind
this way and ball it up
upon a printed page
gave it a name,
then abandon it
let it become a piece thrown aside,
to be read again one
future day,
at completion a certain smile
pleasure heightened
few could ever see,
it was written
it was done,
exhale pull away
tremors in the arms
till the next moment.
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