In Search of ...... Litkicks (part 453)

Post by **Nazz** » June 8th, 2009, 12:10 am

traitors. they abandoned us.

it's so damned boring in new york, i imagine.
everyone got married, everyone played it safe.
they made their books and films long ago and got the hell out.
no one has the guts anymore to ask questions like that,
or re-open those questions like that, it's all in the past,
the literature of 50, 100, 150, 2150 years ago is for the ages,
but so what? we got nothing now, no interaction, right?
throw a blanket over it.

Post by **still.trucking** » June 8th, 2009, 9:24 am

What does he owe me?
Nothing

He is a very good writer.

And the nicest guy who ever lived

With the possible exception of SAW.

Nice

I only wish he had not trashed the boards when he shut down the site. I used to love to linger there.

I live in the hope that some day he will restore them.

Meanwhile I contemplate life after studio eight.

Post by **Nazz** » June 8th, 2009, 1:25 pm

... was in a punchy mood last night.
Just seems like such a waste of a revolution.
What is it, eight or nine people still post there?
What business is it of mine to criticize? Good point.
No business at all, no business at all.
It's his place, he does as he wishes.
If he's happy with it, then great.
Great, great.
I need to
simply
shut
up.

but I confess, sometimes I think about
how that plug was just yanked
out of the wall.

Not even a Dear John letter,
or anything...

Just,
poof.

Post by **still.trucking** » June 8th, 2009, 1:48 pm

I feel the same way
Not exactly though
I could see it coming
He was not a happy camper
Less became more for him.
The constant bickering
The vanity of geniuses
But why did he have to trash the archives?

If was an amazing place
brilliant minds
But you know I could say the same of Studio Eight

On a personal note
I knew I was not wanted there
I should not have kept coming back after I got deleted so many times.

but I was so lonely
for the road
you were all like voices in the night for me out on a lonely stretch of I-70

Post by **Nazz** » June 8th, 2009, 2:14 pm

I would hope the archives are in storage.
I suspect they probably are...

I think everyone sensed a change coming,
we all sensed a scaling down of the place.
But all the way down to zero real-time?
Did we see that coming?

I realize every time I write about this,
I probably come off as disrespectful,
or maybe ungrateful..
Sorry about that.

I should probably change the title here.
I think I will.

Post by **WIREMAN** » June 8th, 2009, 10:21 pm

just keep it ~GO! jamable
he doesn't owe us nothin'
it's just funny/sad how the phenomenon
took such a nose dive
i'm glad i was a part of it
the it that was of it's
very own now....i became a
better performer because of that place
and got hooked up with my present
art gallery affiliation because of the place
levi's all right....everyone's the coolest
or they wouldn't have been there
now back to jam!!!!!!!!

Post by **still.trucking** » June 9th, 2009, 10:43 am

jam it
get up and dance

Most of all
I remember the women of litkicks
and what they learned me
with their poetry

and I am grateful

I could have been a better friend to levi
but that was then
when my head was even farther up my ass
than it is now.

meanwhile
studio eight is rocking
socking at the hop

Post by **WIREMAN** » June 9th, 2009, 5:29 pm

without inter-action
there is no action
it's the bottom line

Post by **still.trucking** » June 9th, 2009, 5:42 pm

It is how they want it
I wish them well
I don't know what his bottom line is anymore
Peace and quiet I suppose.
He feels as if he has paid his dues.

But I miss those archives
Nazz says they are in storage somewhere
Maybe so
But I can't find them anywhere
anymore.
The threads are still there but the content is gone.

I think those action poetry pages are a national treasure.

I used to bug yabyum about a poem he wrote to firecracker when she was in a funk. I could only remember one line.

Ronnie wrote:

"I know the location of every crumb of happiness that has fallen through the cracks"

I begged him to re post it
He said every thing he wrote on LItkicks was spontaneous and he did not save any of it.

I am not angry
Only sad to have lost access to the archives.

Action jackson
reaction
I am no poet mark
I can't hear the music
You all were kind to me
I always felt like such a poser there.

I will always feel good about litkicks

Post by **WIREMAN** » June 9th, 2009, 5:49 pm

there's 1 thing i learned right away jack
it takes guts to post and be yourself on
the intermet poetically or not...everyone was winging it,
the vibe was fresh, hell i was even reading litkickers poetry
@ funk's on eastern avenue tuesday nights....and the charmed were
diggin' it.....

Post by **still.trucking** » June 9th, 2009, 5:53 pm

we going to keep kicking that jam can
where ever we be

I live to GO.
How sweet it is

Post by **Doreen Peri** » June 9th, 2009, 7:44 pm

July 2004
was five years ago.
Since then the world
has changed. It's
all completely
rearranged.

Why ask why?
Thousands have died.
Many more have been
born. Do we mourn
the setting of the sun?
Do we cry when
each day is done?

How many friends
have you made
since then? How many
new gardens have been
planted, new poems
written, new mantras
chanted?

How many wars have
been started, elections
won and lost?

What is the cost of
measuring a memory?

My hair was longer, my skin
had fewer wrinkles, I could
run faster. I was 5 years
farther from death.

Oh, what to do?
What to do?
Mourn every last breath?

It's over. It's done.
That was then,
this is now.

Oh what to do?
What to do?
Create a time capsule?
Recapture the day?
But how?

Save your photographs.
Make recordings.
Write in your journal.
Scrapbook ticket stubs.
Keep a little baggie
full of confetti.

For in the end,
that's all you have.

You can never go back,
remember? One day it's
January. Soon it's
December.

Post by **still.trucking** » June 10th, 2009, 3:52 am

One road ends another begins

Never run out of road

Some people say he is a dirty jew who took the money and ran

But I don't think so

A lesson learned

Ya got to save your work

where ever you post it

but I don't care anymore

I never wrote anything worth saving anyway

Not in my opinion

so there it is

I don't know why it bugs me that all those poems and haiku, stories and chatter are gone.

meanwhile I got the night jams

I got more pain to deal with then I did in 2004

other than that things are just peachy

and George Bush is not president

is morning a metaphor?

Post by **still.trucking** » June 10th, 2009, 6:18 am

Mr Nazz I hope you are done.

What was the original title for this GO?

"Sorry Levi"?

Yes I am sorry levi too.

I wish I had been a better friend when you tried to be my friend but I was just as much a Richardhead about women as you were. Probably worse. Yes worse.

That is what I am most grateful for. Those feminine minds I would never have access to except on the net. They learned me plenty. But as far as I can see the best of those are minds are on studio eight now.

Thank for the good times on litchicks

Doreen I love you
in my autistic sterile bell jar silicon brother kind of way.

thank you for studio eight.

"the road goes on forever
the party never ends"

The GO goes on forever
Let the good times roll
let them Go

Post by **Doreen Peri** » June 10th, 2009, 8:11 am

my poem stated what i feel ...it's like all of life.... we move to a different town, we change jobs, we get married and divorced, we get a new lover, we graduate from school, we make new friends, we find new opportunities, doors close, doors open, etc .... it's about change

i have a facebook friend who quite enjoys litkicks the way it is now. he says "it still rocks"... says there's some of the best writers on the net there. i think that's great!

i say after 5 years of talking about this (or as nazz says 453 times.. lol), i don't get it.

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