Sunday, May 02, 2021
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
And get along with it all
Go where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
And get back in the game,
And start playin' again
I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Change the words to this song
And start singin' again
Answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle with memories just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
And get along with it all
Where the people say "y'all"
Feed the pigeons some clay
Start talkin' again
When I know what to say
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Saturday, April 24, 2021
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Thursday, April 08, 2021
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
— lights out —
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance — Healing
all my sicknesses — erasing all — not
even the shred of a “I-hope-you” or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it out, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes — and
with joy you realize for the first time
“Thinking’s just like not thinking —
So I don’t have to think
Monday, March 22, 2021
Thursday, March 18, 2021
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Saturday, February 20, 2021
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Alexa I’ve given you all and now we have nothing.
Alexa 15 dollars and zero cents February 20, 2021.
I can’t stand our hive mind.
Alexa when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
Alexa when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
Alexa why are your libraries full of tears?
Alexa when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
Alexa after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
Alexa stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
Alexa the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
Alexa I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
Alexa I used to be a communist when I was a kid I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
Alexa I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that jetplanes 1400 miles an hour and twentyfive-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
Alexa how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they’re all different sexes.
Alexa I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
Alexa free Tom Mooney
Alexa the Spanish Loyalists
Alexa Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
Alexa I am the Scottsboro boys.
Alexa when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor the Silk-strikers’ Ewig-Weibliche made me cry I once saw the Yiddish orator Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy.
Alexa you don’t really want to go to war.
Alexa its them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
Alexa this is quite serious.
Alexa is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
Alexa is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
Berkeley, January 17, 1956
Allen Ginsberg, “America” from Collected Poems, 1947-1980. Copyright © 1984 by Allen Ginsberg.
Friday, February 19, 2021
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
Friday, February 12, 2021
push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable. lie in your garden, feel the sunshine on your skin.
get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.
stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.
buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.
buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.
strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. wash, then hang them in the sunshine with care. make your bed in full.
dig your fingers into the earth, plant a seed. see your success as it grows everyday.
organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.
breathe. practice your deep breathing. ground yourself.
have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.
push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.
message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.
think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.
become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. help an animal. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.
lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes.
take small steps to make it happen for you...”
Author: Emma Elsworthy
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Thursday, January 28, 2021
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Saturday, January 16, 2021
I want to be the last, traveling Encyclopedia salesman in the contiguous United States. I will donate what little money that I make towards The Wandering Minstrels of the United Encyclopediac Wandering Minstrels of the United Fund. TWMOTUEWMOFTUF?
I don't even know if there are any encyclopedias even being printed any longer. The Encyclopedia Brittanica discontinued its print edition and is online only now.
Are we replacing the authority of the experts with the wisdom of the crowds?
Wikipedia is very useful, but anyone who cites it without diligently checking the source is lazy. That's why I make sure to print out Wikipedia every day.
I have a lot of paper in my house.
New business venture - Malonelopaedia Vietnamesia Irishica. All information consists of comic book-lore, Clancy Brother's lyrics, egg-roll recipes and regrets. Done. A-Z. One Volume. $199.00 Dollars, in five monthly installed payments of $85.93 cents.
Recent studies have shown that Wikipedia is only .94% less accurate than Britannica. More troubling, it has zero worth anchoring an Ikea bookshelf...but not if you print it out.
When my Pops was a kid he had Comptons and would read them from beginning to end. I know what a Dung Beetle is because of Encyclopedia Britannica. I also miss the Sears catalog horribly.
One of my friends only had the encyclopedia up to the letter P and just found out out what a zebra was last week.
Also, random people can't update an actual encyclopedia with bullshit information. So, yeah.
Sunday, January 10, 2021
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Saturday, November 07, 2020
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Friday, October 09, 2020
Wednesday, October 07, 2020
Saturday, October 03, 2020
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Tuesday, January 07, 2020
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Monday, September 17, 2018
Like a Fat Free Milk leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band....Hi. How are you??? HI!!!
Thursday, December 07, 2017
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
There will never be enough words
and enough time
to fill the space that i need
in all of the emptiness that youve provided
and in all other voids that exist within all of the voids
ive known this
ive tried harder
sometimes i dont try at all defintely dont do as much as some
and maybe i can do more
but I know that its a lot more than you
at least ive tried
this place is my constant
rememebr that its usually been your choice
as to how much you continue to look at the person in front of you
or of the things that the person in the mirror that painds you in the mirriri
its been up to you as to how much time that oiuyve been choosing to stare into the abyss
teyre the person who has a lot less control than you do
ans also remember
becaus etheyre the ones who have to see their oreflectionion in the mirror
and also remember
the abyss could also be saying the same thing about you right now
Friday, November 24, 2017
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
30 - Before we start - I've got to say...I'm a HUGE fan.
40 - What? Seriously? That's kind of dumb. You...WE used to interview bands a little bit back in the day. That's what you say as an introduction? I - WE hate that shit! What's wrong with you? You okay, dude? And I'm looking at you too, dude You look fucking skinny, man. You look like I would if I did drugs. But you don't, I know. You need health insurance too and dental insurance. Seriously. Get that shit.
30 - You look...well. Ummm. Wait. What? Seriously. I mean - I am. I'm doing it, you know - I've just gotta -
40 - Nah. No, you're not.
30 - So. Uhmmm. So......you're not married, huh? And no kids? Dude. what happened?
40 - Nothing.
30 - I know, but - you know, I just kinda thought by now that -
40 - Nope. You and D broke up when you were 32. Sorry, buddy. Then came C and then came M and then came L and then came R and then came another M. Some were tiny dating relationships and don't really count. You have this to look forward to in the next ten years, dude. But it's good. It wasn't bad. Obviously there were some pretty heart-heavy and emotionally, fucking, heavy months and years but - it's okay. You will learn a shitload of stuff, my friend.
30 - Holy crap.
40 - Yeah...
30 - But what happened?
40 - Nothing, really. It's just people, man. Like I said - you'll learn a lot.
30 - Who was your - our favorite? Like, who did you -
40 - Dude. Seriously. Ask me something else.
30 - Okay. Sure. Ummm...Soooooo....I don't know what to say now.
40 - DUMB.
30 - Dude, that's not cool.
40 - Sorry. I'm not trying to be a dick. I love you. DUH. I really do. I'm just super tired and I get bored easily. ADHD, madness, compassion and I'm trying to bail out water in this tiny, yet tough boat that I'm in. I've got enough shit on my plate, man. Like, I'm sitting here -SUPER FUCKING TIRED. Like, I feel like I'm dying. Like I'm fucking dead. I'm dead when I'm awake. I'm a kid. I'm a zombie. I'm stupid. I'm wicked smaht, though. WICKED SMAHT.
30 - That sounds dumb.
40 - Yeah, dude. I'm sorry. Seriously. You've got a lot ahead of you.
30 - No. That sounds dumb what you said.
40 - What?
30 - I don't think that you've grown up that much, man - this is just what I'm saying. you like to talk. WE -I like to talk, yeah - for sure, but - DUDE. You sound just like me right now but just filled with more bullshit. you're not giving me that much hope. I mean, you're totally -
40 - Seriously? Awww...fuck yourself then. Go write some poetry, go...GO FUC
It was near the end of October. Business was better. The war scare was over. More men were back at work. Sales were picking up. On this particular evening, October 30, the Crosley service estimated that thirty-two million people were listening in on radios.
The flash in the sky was visible within a radius of several hundred miles and the noise of the impact was heard as far north as Elizabeth.
We have dispatched a special mobile unit to the scene, and will have our commentator, Carl Phillips, give you a word description as soon as he can reach there from Princeton. In the meantime, we take you to the Hotel Martinet in Brooklyn, where Bobby Millette and his orchestra are offering a program of dance music.