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Calm Before The Inner Calm

November 6, 2024 – 11:00 am

I’m sitting in front of Larina. Calm under a sky deepening to velvet blue. Velvet not dark Not many people on the street. Not many cars either. Calm Maybe the calm before Kamala___ In my mind the USA has elected a woman A hundred and four years After they got the vote___ A warm autumn […]

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November 2, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

November 2, 2024 – 1:14 am

At Club 57 on St. Mark’s Lang and I heckled the performers. Several people in the audience took offense. Miss Nancy, the emcee, shrilled, “Get the fuck out of here.” The crowd laughed and I responded saying, “Join the real world or at least the 1930s.” We didn’t leave, but when David Dirtbomb, a comic, […]

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Montauk Train # 19

October 27, 2024 – 7:22 pm

Amagansett Empty golf course FourteenPile Of Stones minutes From Montauk___ I have never played golf Pitch and Putt Once in Queen’s Park London Back in the last century With friends Nina, Ingi and others The Persian, Maid Marion, Frank, maybe Fingers Maybe others___ A beautiful September afternoon Queen’s Park Who won No one cared No […]

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Classic Poetic Dysleixa

October 21, 2024 – 8:56 am

Edgar Allen Poe, Hart Crane, Willam Yeats 1916 Frank o’Hara, Bukowski, Ginsberg, The Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam Ezra Pound, Emily Dickenson, Sylvia Plath, Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva Every one of them considered mad to write poetry. My words of madness find me on the George Washington Bridge resisting the urge to fly Hart Crane’s supposed last […]

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Deutsche Sprachen 101

October 15, 2024 – 3:00 pm

1966 Eine katholische Jungen-Highschool Die South Shore von Boston Vier Sprachen zur Auswahl Spanisch, Französisch, Latein, Deutsch Spanisch einfach Hatte Französisch im Gymnasium Latein als Messdiener Meine Auswahlmöglichkeiten Latein und Deutsch Warum nicht?___ Mein Lehrer Bruder Karl Kettenraucher Aus Bayern Kehliges Knurren mit phlegmatischem Husten Vier Jahre Reading Goethe und Kafka Zweimal fällt er durch. […]

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