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TODAY'S MO'TALITY-PLAY ENTREE D'JOUR (from 7/28/2011)
((about 3weeks before his death--stop me if ye heard this one before))
a wasted father dreams his [last] dreams
in Aberdeen down south apiece dreamin maybe'bout
?[h'ow] many Aberdeens? is outhere in tha'big'ol'fckn
some-where world.....///////....there ye
go, Pops, suffocating theeEnd'o yr
life-time in a suffocating old-live'body dump, unrehabilitable butt4yr
congest'd f'ailure & all them other blankbroke age[d]
deformated folk....//////....so aye
visit ye there in thee everyday wee have left2us, soon2be
terminated soon, way too'soon & not-near soon-enough,
wit our
all-a'lonesses fused 2gether, yet of little\no comfort2
eachother or anyone, [all equi'valent equanimities not'wit'stan
ding], but wee Must Do It no-less, nor little...../////..."In fact, there is nothing solid to it at all.........."
yet\st'ill
wee i'magine weeXpect weeKn'ow &
"we think will last for
generations" h'ere, in this
".....nothing but a city of dreams",
>>>>>>>>>dkzkXkzkd7\28\2011>>>>>>><
A City of Dreams
At present, the outer universe—earth, stones, mountains, rocks, and cliffs—seems to the perception of our senses to be permanent and stable, like the house built of reinforced concrete that we think will last for generations. In fact, there is nothing solid to it at all; it is nothing but a city of dreams.
-Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, “A City of Dreams”
a wasted father dreams his [last] dreams
in Aberdeen down south apiece dreamin maybe'bout
?[h'ow] many Aberdeens? is outhere in tha'big'ol'fckn
some-where world.....///////....there ye
go, Pops, suffocating theeEnd'o yr
life-time in a suffocating old-live'body dump, unrehabilitable butt4yr
congest'd f'ailure & all them other blankbroke age[d]
deformated folk....//////....so aye
visit ye there in thee everyday wee have left2us, soon2be
terminated soon, way too'soon & not-near soon-enough,
wit our
all-a'lonesses fused 2gether, yet of little\no comfort2
eachother or anyone, [all equi'valent equanimities not'wit'stan
ding], but wee Must Do It no-less, nor little...../////..."In fact, there is nothing solid to it at all.........."
yet\st'ill
wee i'magine weeXpect weeKn'ow &
"we think will last for
generations" h'ere, in this
".....nothing but a city of dreams",
>>>>>>>>>dkzkXkzkd7\28\2011>>>>>>><
A City of Dreams
At present, the outer universe—earth, stones, mountains, rocks, and cliffs—seems to the perception of our senses to be permanent and stable, like the house built of reinforced concrete that we think will last for generations. In fact, there is nothing solid to it at all; it is nothing but a city of dreams.
-Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, “A City of Dreams”
Published 19th Jan 2012
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20th Jan 2012 1:23pm
"all-a'lonesses fused 2gether"
and near-prescient encounter
i seem to have alpha-omega-edyied your u-ness
and am slowly regaining my abilities to
word normally but do appreciate and am
glad to discover you via your interesting
comments on m. bass wordlets.
and near-prescient encounter
i seem to have alpha-omega-edyied your u-ness
and am slowly regaining my abilities to
word normally but do appreciate and am
glad to discover you via your interesting
comments on m. bass wordlets.
20th Jan 2012 2:33pm
20th Jan 2012 1:33pm
20th Jan 2012 4:49pm
Worthy of respect. If you keep writing at this rate and this well the readers and comments will continue to find you. "suffocating theeEnd'o yr
life-time in a suffocating old-live'body dump, unrehabilitable" is very good. Positive emotion shining through the wordplay too.
life-time in a suffocating old-live'body dump, unrehabilitable" is very good. Positive emotion shining through the wordplay too.
21st Jan 2012 3:15am
much thankyou, Steve........i dunno how to rate or edit.....since They stopped my heart & remodeled it to celebrate The New Millooneyum back whenever that was, this stuff's been spewing outta me a minimum of once a day. I don't know what to do wit it. I've wished i could stop. there are 1000s upon 1000s of 'em scattered in 'saved mail' that i can't retrieve & may be gone......anytime i try reading 'em in order to organize or rate'em, it just triggers more floods of words that i canno stop self from writing.....
Then there are 1000's in notebooks & manuscripts from 70's & 80's,buried in a storage room in fckn Kanzass.......
when i was in my '2o's, young & shyly dashing, i had a few moments of 'quality' time wit my 1st & most enduring poot idol, Mr.Ginsberg...my son has a few pages of manuscript that he notated & signed, (which i lost for 25yrs..rediscovered in 2004)...he was very nice & genuinely seemed to like my stuff but it was obvious there were other attractions 'at play' to which i was not inclined & then there was the issue of the competition among the hangers-on vying for his various approvals. that part of it was even more obnoxious than having to decide if i was gonna 'go gay' part-time in order to retain his attention....about that time, i discovered i had an affinity for saxophonics, so my focus fell onto chasin the Trane (figuratively...he was dead by then, but have a really bizarre story of 'connection' to him...nuts)...lottsa bizarreness in my bio of paradoxymoronic achievement of artistic avant-oblivion, now, damnear[too]old,too'strange' alone, & almost no-where-to-go....i've been praised & deserted [wit no transition period] by so many admirers & collaborators & friends since My Heart Was Re'Engineered & have done nothing 'bad' to anyone before or after 2000...always focused on open sharing of 'my gifts' & musically creating alternative venues (that included poetry & poets) & never having had a disparaging word with any of dozens of collaborators. Absolutely uncanny. First, the most important person in my life bizarrely/abruptly disappeared, then literally everyone since.......anyway, at least all this "freed me up" to be available to come take care of the old man when he needed me.
Musta been some kinda long-range plan....uh-huh.
well, thank ye for indulging me-------even tho I-Know all this happened, i don't Believe a word of it...there's no-such-of-a-thing as non-fiction among humans, artistically inclined or not. Ha!
Then there are 1000's in notebooks & manuscripts from 70's & 80's,buried in a storage room in fckn Kanzass.......
when i was in my '2o's, young & shyly dashing, i had a few moments of 'quality' time wit my 1st & most enduring poot idol, Mr.Ginsberg...my son has a few pages of manuscript that he notated & signed, (which i lost for 25yrs..rediscovered in 2004)...he was very nice & genuinely seemed to like my stuff but it was obvious there were other attractions 'at play' to which i was not inclined & then there was the issue of the competition among the hangers-on vying for his various approvals. that part of it was even more obnoxious than having to decide if i was gonna 'go gay' part-time in order to retain his attention....about that time, i discovered i had an affinity for saxophonics, so my focus fell onto chasin the Trane (figuratively...he was dead by then, but have a really bizarre story of 'connection' to him...nuts)...lottsa bizarreness in my bio of paradoxymoronic achievement of artistic avant-oblivion, now, damnear[too]old,too'strange' alone, & almost no-where-to-go....i've been praised & deserted [wit no transition period] by so many admirers & collaborators & friends since My Heart Was Re'Engineered & have done nothing 'bad' to anyone before or after 2000...always focused on open sharing of 'my gifts' & musically creating alternative venues (that included poetry & poets) & never having had a disparaging word with any of dozens of collaborators. Absolutely uncanny. First, the most important person in my life bizarrely/abruptly disappeared, then literally everyone since.......anyway, at least all this "freed me up" to be available to come take care of the old man when he needed me.
Musta been some kinda long-range plan....uh-huh.
well, thank ye for indulging me-------even tho I-Know all this happened, i don't Believe a word of it...there's no-such-of-a-thing as non-fiction among humans, artistically inclined or not. Ha!
I lurked around here for a few days before joining and for the life of me I can't see why you wren't getting more reads and comments here. Maybe the Internet makes people look for more easily digestible whitebread poems. But even your most twisted wordbendings make sense if they are read out loud. Since you mention it I met Ginsberg briefly in 1984. He was playing banjo and reading on a tour. I couldn't even get 5 minutes of his time to read a damn thing..... oh and thanks for all the reading list entries. UR a gentleman and a poet or some crap like that.
Thnx man...i seem to be thnx'ing ye alot, but gratitude is as it does, or some such crap.
it's great to have this open-ended forum, but most of the stuff is pretty self-indulging, adolescent, either poor-me or i'm-loud-i'm-proud ego padding.Ergo, it'd seem 'logical' that most fellow poots here wouldn't be able to connect wit mucha what eye rite...right? [a'ha]
[& then it's great that that stuff can have a non-restrictive forum] --
-- i'dunno...i cannot stand[by] 'my own' o'pinions anymore, but that's my o'pinion on my contribution to the trite dopey world of o'pining....like, so what?
tis been a blessing to 'meet' you here.
TheBlissIsUnbearable,
Somecraplikethat, aka: dkzk
it's great to have this open-ended forum, but most of the stuff is pretty self-indulging, adolescent, either poor-me or i'm-loud-i'm-proud ego padding.Ergo, it'd seem 'logical' that most fellow poots here wouldn't be able to connect wit mucha what eye rite...right? [a'ha]
[& then it's great that that stuff can have a non-restrictive forum] --
-- i'dunno...i cannot stand[by] 'my own' o'pinions anymore, but that's my o'pinion on my contribution to the trite dopey world of o'pining....like, so what?
tis been a blessing to 'meet' you here.
TheBlissIsUnbearable,
Somecraplikethat, aka: dkzk
27th May 2012 4:12pm
Like Ray, glad to discover you via random browsing.
A word trip, I felt and I'll never forget.
A word trip, I felt and I'll never forget.
27th May 2012 7:28pm
