Friday, September 25, 2009

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening
Try never get drunk outside your own house
Be in love with your life
Something that you feel will find its own form
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
Blow as deep as you want to blow
Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
The unspeakable visions of the individual
No time for poetry but exactly what is
Visionary tics shivering in the chest
In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
Like Proust be an old teahead of time
Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
Write in recollection and amazement for yrself
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
Accept loss forever
Believe in the holy contour of life
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
You're a Genius all the time
Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

- thank you jack
and cody
tonight
we both sat motionless in the midst of everything
both staring
at the sad, sorry ceiling
like if the answers were hidden in the tiles
i saw you smile twice in my general direction
as he was off to the bathroom
but i didn't acknowledge your razor stare
tearing into me
i'll call you once
i'll call you twice
and i'll be your midnight man
it's no fun this way
at least not now
after i've been all across your symphony
somewhat deranged
and you leave even before i get the chance
to offer you a stay
but everyone's hanging around your place
so you have to get home and show your face
i'll never see you again
and i want some of that gain
but to you i'm just
a midnight man
 


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