yes, some of it is empty
the comfortable
retort of death
within the ocean's
lax shadows
and totems
of knee caps touching
dehydrated pews
but not only gutters,
also
blind'd by bottles
don't stare
at the sun, you might
recognize yourself!
O the relishing Spirit
thunk flesh
the trodden garden
of flight
quick to a grave
of unnamed wings--
pardon me, i'm just
unravelling
the echo i make
when i dream
with open eyes
10.2014
yes, some of it is empty
yes, some of it is empty
"From the sudden invasion of a mind not my own in the world. This I will record. For whom? For m y s e l f, beyond denial and beyond indifference." - Philip Lamantia
Re: yes, some of it is empty
hell yeah Mongolia & me tooDoll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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This poem is very familiar to me.A person who was, who I called my mentor, it reminds me of him, but with your own voice of course.Surrealist.So it reminds me of Philip too.I'm not suprised then that you quote him. Hmmm. As Philip once upon a time said to me long ago, when I showed him a poem of mine after a reading he did in North Beach..."interesting".I don't know what happened to that particular poem, because I have lost so many of my poems over the years, and many of them just keep morphing, it all just keeps doing that.Except my Novel, because it is in print, a book.
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thanks for the comments rev and mingo!
and rev, thank you for your kind words. Mr. Lamantia and Mr. Kaufman are among my heroes, as it is. I am glad this sounds like my own voice, because sometimes i don't know if i even have a voice! ha. trying to balance showing respect and making it new.
what a great treat to have been able to meet the man!
cheers
P.S. what/where is your novel?
and rev, thank you for your kind words. Mr. Lamantia and Mr. Kaufman are among my heroes, as it is. I am glad this sounds like my own voice, because sometimes i don't know if i even have a voice! ha. trying to balance showing respect and making it new.
what a great treat to have been able to meet the man!
cheers
P.S. what/where is your novel?
"From the sudden invasion of a mind not my own in the world. This I will record. For whom? For m y s e l f, beyond denial and beyond indifference." - Philip Lamantia
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Re: yes, some of it is empty
My novel, Gone Hallucinogen Freeway is on Amazon, I was going to try to write about
the early years in Santa Cruz, my life as a young poet, but I realized that I needed
to write about the late 60's years, as a teenager 17, 18, because I wanted to
write about what it was like then, the psychedelic experience, I have been
into surrealism since the early 70's, I talked to Philip on the phone in 71', I
also saw him read several times in the bay area, I talked to him one day
in the basement of City Lights. I Also met Bobby Kaufman one night in
Vesuvios next to City Lights. I bought him a drink, I had known a good friend
of his in Santa Cruz, a poet who he had lived with in the east village NY. Philip
Lamantia, was like a force that entered my young life just as I was beginning
to write poetry, it was a very strange magical way I came across a copy of
his poems, just as I was becoming interested in Surrealism. At the same time
my friend that was a mentor of sorts to me, was getting into surrealism. He
had been into the Beat writers mostly when I met him a year or so before. Rik,
my crazy surfer poet friend, was always telling me to write a novel, but I was
slow on the uptake, and I just wrote poetry.Finally years later after writing
a lot on the internet, I wrote the novel, self published. My friend Rik who I
had not seen for some years, passed away, so he did not get to see the novel.
I understand the thing about not knowing for sure about your own voice. Mostly
I mean that you have found your influences and from there you begin to find
your own influence.Because ultimately you can only be influenced by yourself.
the early years in Santa Cruz, my life as a young poet, but I realized that I needed
to write about the late 60's years, as a teenager 17, 18, because I wanted to
write about what it was like then, the psychedelic experience, I have been
into surrealism since the early 70's, I talked to Philip on the phone in 71', I
also saw him read several times in the bay area, I talked to him one day
in the basement of City Lights. I Also met Bobby Kaufman one night in
Vesuvios next to City Lights. I bought him a drink, I had known a good friend
of his in Santa Cruz, a poet who he had lived with in the east village NY. Philip
Lamantia, was like a force that entered my young life just as I was beginning
to write poetry, it was a very strange magical way I came across a copy of
his poems, just as I was becoming interested in Surrealism. At the same time
my friend that was a mentor of sorts to me, was getting into surrealism. He
had been into the Beat writers mostly when I met him a year or so before. Rik,
my crazy surfer poet friend, was always telling me to write a novel, but I was
slow on the uptake, and I just wrote poetry.Finally years later after writing
a lot on the internet, I wrote the novel, self published. My friend Rik who I
had not seen for some years, passed away, so he did not get to see the novel.
I understand the thing about not knowing for sure about your own voice. Mostly
I mean that you have found your influences and from there you begin to find
your own influence.Because ultimately you can only be influenced by yourself.
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