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Montauk Train # 19

October 27, 2024 – 7:22 pm

Amagansett Empty golf course Fourteen minutes From Montauk___ I have never played a round of golf Though once Back in the last century Queen’s Park London 1997 With friends Nina, Ingi and others The Persian, Maid Marion, Frank, maybe Fingers Maybe others___ On beautiful September afternoon Queen’s Park Nine holes___ Who won? No one cared […]

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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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A Crescent Moon O’er Myrtle

October 13, 2024 – 12:44 pm

A crescent moon in a clear sky Low over Saba Deli on Myrtle Avenue The tilt of the Earth 15% Two weeks after the vernal equinox The Autumn sun setting due West___ All estimates mostly guesses, Save one certainty The bankrupt DeKalb Tower Empty tonight. The epitome of the unbeauty of luxury condos___ ps I […]

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Montauk # 29

October 8, 2024 – 9:48 am

Autumn morning 2024 Again Ditch Plains Off-shore easterly Surfers on a chest-high swell Seagulls skating the crest A bright sun No sunglasses Squint Richie Boy thinking Work or surf___ A fishing boat chugging to harbor At least twenty aged surf bums On the break___ We On the beach Richie Boy A friend for almost fifty […]

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