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D'ye Remember Bob Kaufman? He Walked/Stood rightHere
" The blood of the poet
must flow in his poem,
so much so, thatothers
demand an explanation.
The poet answer that the
poem is not to be
explained. It is what it
is, the reality of the poem
cannot be denied,........."
BOB KAUFMAN (1925-1986),
from:'The Poet'pg.69,"The Ancient Rain"
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they come
from
other parts of
no'where , otherparts of
anything possible,
otherparts like no-way-out,
[ or just other ]
sumtyme craz'ed prince of
rather lengthy silences - [who'mong Us would dare
shut'up that long,huh?
who? in deed?]
long wind from NY to SF to
N'Oleans.....& up thee blind alley
in spontaneous
poomjazz'talk
fallin out for the
next throwed out
bar or bistro
coffe'ouse
'cause thee bemused touristas is getting un'easy if not
downright(uptight)
frightened,
'cause this crazy mfckr
is so much of
thee proverb'yell
'real deal'
that
it matters not upon which coast he lands,which citystreets
he stands,
the words were his, they came to us,
& few (of us) knew what to say or do----
that's why such poets are
dkzkkdkkzkd2013poomspxtrsEtc.dkzkkdk2013anno'domini
must flow in his poem,
so much so, thatothers
demand an explanation.
The poet answer that the
poem is not to be
explained. It is what it
is, the reality of the poem
cannot be denied,........."
BOB KAUFMAN (1925-1986),
from:'The Poet'pg.69,"The Ancient Rain"
_______________________________________________________
they come
from
other parts of
no'where , otherparts of
anything possible,
otherparts like no-way-out,
[ or just other ]
sumtyme craz'ed prince of
rather lengthy silences - [who'mong Us would dare
shut'up that long,huh?
who? in deed?]
long wind from NY to SF to
N'Oleans.....& up thee blind alley
in spontaneous
poomjazz'talk
fallin out for the
next throwed out
bar or bistro
coffe'ouse
'cause thee bemused touristas is getting un'easy if not
downright(uptight)
frightened,
'cause this crazy mfckr
is so much of
thee proverb'yell
'real deal'
that
it matters not upon which coast he lands,which citystreets
he stands,
the words were his, they came to us,
& few (of us) knew what to say or do----
that's why such poets are
dkzkkdkkzkd2013poomspxtrsEtc.dkzkkdk2013anno'domini
Published 11th Oct 2013
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