the day God died

[revolutionrabbit]

The day God died
all the hells' bells rung rung rung
the peel of gypsy bells came in waves
and all the hermits in caves rejoyced
the day God died the war in heaven ended
and James Joyce finally awoke from the nightmare
called history


on that day my mentor chased me out of the pad
with a butcher knife
we had been arguing all night long
about who is the reincarnation of Rimbaud
i was on that marchin saints of New Orleans road
and a carnival that had parked on the shore
had flung open its cheap arcade door, and swallowed
me like a prophet


on that day too, Rimbaud confessed his sins and repented
on his death bed, or so it was said, i rather think he was
delirious, and his confession was faked, but then Arthur
had given up his bad boy poet ways, and took up with
a hottentot, did he not? running guns in darkest Africa


on the day God kicked the bucket, a man came from Nantucket
and Nietzsche sat down and cried his heart out
the eternal return of the same, was not just a blame game
it consisted of a dumping of all random critique
by the clique that masqueraded as history herself


on the day he died, i had just gotten a poem published in a local
rag, the series of events that led up to that had dragged me down
some strange paths, my young life had been captured
by the poet boogie man, somehow a copy of 'A Season in Hell' had
found its way into my scene


and man i was green, but i saw what must be done, i had to kill him
on that great day, all the fallen angels fell like autumn leaves
into the cosmic void, and and all the silver linings shone on many
cloud mansions, and not long after the deluge, i wandered
along shimmering lanes, and on that day, Beethoven played the 9th


the Rosicrucian music played in my God exploded head
i fell under the house of Usher and a flock of black birds flew from me
i had been chemically crucified and had been buried in Harry Potters field
before Harry had been dreamed of, i dreamed in the Tomb the Egyptian
had stood on Nietzsche's cliff notes and had fallen into the abyss
that had fallen into me


I wandered with Melmoth through the underground realms, the nine
still playin somewhere near by, oh, this pyramid sphinx like opening
folded its golden lit mirrors around the dead and you who are not dead
will not see or feel the earth shattering tremor on the day she rises
to meet the poet of the universe, and take him to her Magdalene breast


on the day God died the sleeping gypsy awoke and his lion swished
his mighty tail, and a roar could be heard around the world
and all the symphonic angels sing, Ave Maria, ave Maria, Ave ave ave
and...the corpse of Osiris is afloat on the earth womb


boom boom boom, he shot me right down
and on the day he arose like some mummy clown
and a poet with a golden aura stood tall and hoary
with his long white beard and cried" the poet is dead" the poet is dead
and from out of his cloaked sleeve a fleet of ufo's flew like the black birds
and all the colored girls sing...da doot ta doot ta doot doot doot, doot ta doot

[judih]

(you write this poem just as i get word that R.Crumb's illustrated Genesis is coming out)

so, no God.
well, can't say i'm surprised
but true to form, it was quite a day

[Doreen Peri]

ya got me dancin!

great writing, as usual!

your studioeight inbox has unread messages, btw...

[Nazz]

Funkalicious! Stupendiferous! Holy moly rollin'!
Trumpets please. Where are the trumpets?!!

[revolutionrabbit]

if you want to bump it...do it with a Miles Davis trumpet

[goldenmyst]

Literary lyrics to lyre the lingering moments away. I got most of the references. I haven't read many of the books but I can fake my way through most conversations. Fantastic writing. Now my day is fulfilled.

John

[revolutionrabbit]

Melmoth the Wanderer, is a Gothic novel published in 1820, i got that from google, i tried to read it when i first began writing poetry, it's very dense, but it has a interesting premise, about some guy that sells his soul to the devil, and tries to get somebody to take the pact over.

Andre' Breton liked it.

otherwise, i mentioned Rimbaud.And i do jump around to different references, rather sporadically.I don't recommend it, but it works for me, call it my style.But i experiment with different contexts.I was influenced mostly by surrealism , after all.But i like Bukowski, and Andre' Codrescu is somebody i admire, who is alive, he came out with a great little book recently, 'The Postmodern Dada Guide'.Also i recommend my novel,
Gone Hallucinogen Freeway.As i am now putting it, it will either cause brain damage or enlighten you.Enter the rabbit hole, and take the trip.

[judih]

Publisher's Disclaimer:
This volume:

will either cause brain damage or enlighten you.Enter the rabbit hole, and take the trip

I think you may be well advised to apply the warning label. Although lawsuits might prove to be interesting.

[goldenmyst]

Love Andre Codrescu! I've met him in person a oouple of times. He was a professor in creative writing at my uni when I was in the program there. I used to love his NPR monologues back in the eighties and nineties. I've been meaning to pick up a copy of the Dada book sometime.

Your novel sounds awesome. I've got a lot of brain damage already but could always use some more.

John

[revolutionrabbit]

judih, you were a 60's person, once.


and in the enlightenment world, it applies, no guarantee, say mister
Beelzebub's Grandchild.

goldenmyst, too cool, i met Andre Codrescu years ago, when he came to Bouldercreek, to a local poetry reading, i was living in a meditation community, and i went to the reading, and after the reading, i went to a party at the house of the people that put the reading on, and got high with Andre and his friend, we had a blast.I Never forget Andre and his wild sense of humor, that night lives on in the poet god heaven.

and the novel is on amazon, for any who dare.Peace , love and diggers.

[judih]

(60s person)
ah yes, the down the rabbit hole dilemma
weightless and watching

channeling a voice
in a sea of voices
is the message the messenger?

[the mingo]

I just looked out the window in time to catch a leaf in the act of falling. Wow.
(Dear judih, I had my first hall-lucy-jen somewhere around 1967. '66?I can't trust any memory past that point. I don't think I was really there. I think all the mushrooms had names but like I said...just think, we have made it all the way to ancienthood. Enthroned even.)


rev-rab - good write My girl just put a whole package of big fat oatmeal & raisin cookies down in front of me.
I LOVE my girl.

[hester_prynne]

Ding dong the myth is dead!
Which old myth?
The fixed old myth!
Ding Dong
The fixed old myth is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........

Rockin poem.
Calls for cartwheels and the hula hoop!
H

[revolutionrabbit]

by golly, i think she's got it

[mtmynd]

a fine and fun read, rabbit... i've done it 3 times to make sure i ain't lyin'!