1963

[revolutionR]

John Kennedy was the last president
that had a vision for humanity
when he was trying to make it happen
there were a lot of poets that were helping
to speak about the minds of the times
a changing

Kennedy warned us about shadow government
he wanted to scatter the CIA to the winds
not to the far corners of the earth
he wanted transparency

Jack Kerouac opened up the road of our minds
through his writing, we need to see a view
of America were everybody can see the poetic
in everyday reality, can see that when JFK
was speaking his truth, the poets were
telling it like it is, these were not at odds

so poetry was very potent in the early sixties
when they murdered Kennedy, we were left
with only the poetry, our leaders no longer
were speaking truth, and the war on humanity
dragged on, and the beatniks in the fifties
knew what was a drag and what was cool

can you hear the bongos in the twilight zone
that is because Hollywood was trying to
steal the energy of the Beats
because Hollywood was just beginning
to learn how to program us

I don't know how Kennedy thought
he was going to get rid of the cabal
but his words are there for us to see
what he wanted, just like all the poets
that stood on the corner and told us
that things are not what they seem
so we need more poets, more human poets

[mnaz]

John Kennedy was president just
after the screw had turned and the
nukes, oh god the nukes, how
they would end war forever,
and money, oh the money.

The last president with a vision
for humanity was also unfortunately,
human, as were the poets, as they
raged and debauched on the steps
of impenetrable time and the nearly-
penetrable cosmos, spiritual recall.

The times were changing,
but no one knew time, as Jack
jacked on about without ever
getting to the point.

Shadow governments, shadow
times, but still no one gets time.
I learned to drive in a 1963 Ford, and
broke through to the far corners,
at least I thought so at the time.

Paradox time, the war on humanity
to save humanity, and once it's won,
the rape of earth, what's left of it,
to get there we need Hollywood,
need a little push in space time.

[revolutionR]

I think about JFK because he was the last president
that spoke about what was happening behind the scene
Eisenhower spoke of the military industrail complex
which was thought to be a warning, but was it a warning
or what, I think of Kennedy because around the time
he was killed, was when I was thinking about poetry
because of a movie I saw, that had a Beatnik poet reciting
in the beginning, that put an impression on me

I am not sure what point Jack would get to
in so far that I use current affairs in my writing
but there is no point, because if I really wrote
the way I always wanted to, I would not be
trying to say something, but just anything
to take in everything and nothing


I know that sounds like am escape
but if I was really writing at top capacity
my instinct is totally surreal
I really don't like writing about all
the bad shit that is going on

my best poem written in 71'
was totally surreal, I did not talk about war
or maybe I was talking about it, but it was all
metaphor, I was trying to see a kind of vision
like Rimbaud spoke the poet must be voyant

on the other hand I did come out of the psychedelic
times, and I experimented with all sorts of drugs
and alcohol, around the time I wrote my best poem
I had tried heroin a few times, but i was also
dealing with getting out of the military draft
that is a whole book in itself, as I have stated
in other poems, I was kinda bombarding myself
with language, by reading all kinds of books
in the university library, I was trying to immerce
myself in language, to become a kind of walking poem

[mnaz]

No doubt the bullet through
JFK's brain in broad daylight
was a sign, things were not
all right in a land of manifest
destiny; some ugly shit had
crowded the corridors.

Jack wouldn't get to the point,
there was no point to get to, so
you roam and write, way out in
solar systems of everything and
and nothing, the zen hoodlum
priests living paths of everything
and nothing, Rimbaud shaking
his fist at what passed for
truth or "poetry."

Drugs, alcohol, vitriol, great
speeches or hit the beaches,
there really is no point, and
that's the point, and if the
point is put on you, then
the path can get tricky,
no doubt.

[creativesoul]

I do think that " nobody for president " is a good deal
Kennedy era was beautiful- sad compared to then- less pompous representation

Would be refreshing

[revolutionR]

JFK must have known that he would be assassinated
he also took LSD.

[mnaz]

That was before the LSD phenomenon took off, wasn't it? The early experimental phase, or at least toward the end of it-- literary, psychological, even government interest. I heard that even the spy agencies briefly experimented with it to see if it could be used as a "truth serum" or some such thing..

[revolutionR]

People were taking LSD in the early sixties, it was still legal, movie stars took it
like Cary Grant, the woman that JFK was having an affair with, Mary something
was murdered, prolly CIA too, she was the one that apparently turned Kennedy on.
I recall reading an article about LSD in Life magazine about LSD in about 65 or 66.
The phenomenon of the late sixties literally happened over night, suddenly LSD
was on the scene, very available. When I read about LSD in Life magazine, I just
knew I would be taking it. The way that happened, seemed very magical, I hd been
talking to a woman about her experiences months before it hit the scene in my area.
But when it hit, things really shifted over night, that was in 67' late 67' for me, so the
summer of love in San Francisco was already in full swing.

[mnaz]

always liked "the wave" bit, by Hunter S. ...

“... the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . . There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . . So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

It was some sort of singularity point in time, I've always thought, though I wasn't there..

[revolutionR]

Yeah Hunter captured the feeling of that moment in the wave, but I was a seventeen year old
teenager, not a reporter. that is why I wrote that novel, to try to capture it from a teenager's
perspective, all be it that I had been writing surreal poetry for so many years. The LSD was very potent then, Owsley, when the white four way tabs came along, I took the whole tab
but it was not needed, a fourth would give you a ten hour trip. How crazy those weird wild magical days were, always trying to push the envalope, the high mark indeed.