"On The Highways and Bi-Ways God Built" wrote:
>Will Dockery says...
>>On May 18, 12:57 pm, Immortalist wrote:
>>>galathaea wrote:
>
>>>Still
>>>"Howl-ing"
> i
>>>have seen the worst minds of my generation
>>>> decrepid, decaying
>>>> laying in the nuclear afterglow of four thousand years of oppresion
>>>> laughing to themselves
>>>> joined in communion with the freakminded corpses
>>>> swimming in the industrial waste of a world gone slightly sane
>>>> while the buddhamachinery short-circuits
>>>> in ways we did not intend
>>>> sat on the edge of conformity and cut myself
>>>> bled on the papaver soul of the immortal burroughs
>>>> and smothered the screams of the innocent
>>>> licked the vaginal offerings of the cocksucker godladies
>>>> hating the broken and limp motherfuckers
>>>> with their speed and their catnip-padded joints
>>>> and their blank sheets of paper sold as acid
>>>> puked a resin of syrian rue down my chest
>>>> and rolled in the trails of saliva
>>>> which my love angry-hearted tried to clean
>>>> twisted the huxleyblake mind of infinity
>>>> arguing paradigms with kuhn
>>>> as illuminati stalkers chanted crowley in the restrooms
>>>> killed the ethical ego squirting junk
>>>> up the nose of the hourglass vistas
>>>> where prostitutes kneeled shivering
>>>> with 45s to their heads
>>>> and their hands to their crotches
>>>> and pondered the sweet paranoid
>>>> as his stomach trembled in time
>>>> to the childhood memories of oceanlost traumas
>>>> which came prematurely in latex
>>>> tried not to listen when the vagrant and lost
>>>> whimpered entreats for the trumpeter
>>>> to play the music i have hidden
>>>> in the heating ducts of my stale apartment
>>>> shaken hands with the golden apple factories
>>>> of mutant biochemistries
>>>> splicing the cheap adrenochrome memories of my ancestors
>>>> to the higher transfinite ordinals of love
>>>> mocking rimbaud and gide
>>>> choken on combustion faulty reaction chambers
>>>> where there is no reaction
>>>
>>>> no matter how hard she shakes him
>>>> losing myself once again
>>>
>>>> i have listened to the wind blowing over the desert floor
>>>> day after day
>>>> to see if an answer would come
>>>
>>>> and nothing came
>>>
>>>> there once was a dark rain
>>>> forests of deep glowing amber
>>>> rivers awash in the bloodsemen fantasies of lepers
>>>> contemplating the end of the world
>>>> einstein was a rock star
>>>> running through the thousand year redwoods
>>>> to the synthesised euphoria of charge black holes
>>>> there are pages of the necronomicon which have not been found
>>>> chaldean songs remembered by children
>>>> playing with the insect people of dawn
>>>> but never voiced
>>>> do we scream with the schizos in their bellevue haze
>>>> howling for the dead god to rise and stop
>>>> for just one moment
>>>> this slaughtering reality?
>>>> or do we whimper with the white trash
>>>> single mother trailer park hussies
>>>> lose ourselves in routine?
>>>> forget the dreams?
>>>> and cry?
>>>
>>>> the curanderos await
>>>
>>>> cougar-eyes in the trees
>>>
>>>> my ancestors iboga
>>>
>>>> hide from me
>>>
>>>> -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
>>>> galathaea: prankster, fablist, magician, liar
>>
>>Wow, some of the best poetry around these newgroups in quite a
>>while... makes me think of the great American poets Anne Waldman
----
from
http://wasweissich.twoday.net/stories/1739869/
Fast Speaking Woman
I'm an automobile woman
I'm a mobile woman
I'm an elastic woman
I'm a necklace woman
I'm a silk scarf woman
I'm a know nothing woman
I'm a know it all woman
I'm a day woman
I'm a doll woman
I'm a sun woman
I'm a late afternoon woman
I'm a clock woman
I'm a wind woman
I'm a white woman
I'M A SILVER LIGHT WOMAN
I'M AN AMBER LIGHT WOMAN
I'M AN EMERALD LIGHT WOMAN
I'm an abalone woman
I'm the abandoned woman
I'm the woman abashed, the gibberish woman
The aborigine woman, the woman absconding
The Nubian woman
The andeluvian woman
The absent woman
The transparent woman
The absinthe woman
The woman absorbed, the woman under tyranny
The contemporary woman, the shocking woman
The artist dreaming inside her house
I'm the gadget woman
I'm the druid woman
I'm the Ibo woman
I'm the Yoruba woman
I'm the vibrato woman
I'm the rippling woman
I'm the gutted woman
I'm the woman with wounds
I'm the woman with shins
I'm the bruised woman
I'm the croding woman
I'm the suspended woman
I'm the woman alluring
I'm the architect woman
I'm the trout woman
I'm the tungsten woman
I'm the woman with the keys
I'm the woman with the glue
I'm a fast speaking woman
water that cleans
flowers that clean
water that cleans as I go
I'm a twilight woman
I'm a trumpet woman
I'm the raffia woman
I'm a volatile woman
I'm the prodding woman
I'm the vagabond woman
I'm the defiant woman
I'm the demented woman
I'm the demi-monde woman
I'm the woman deracinated, the woman destroyed
The detonating woman, the demon woman
I'm the lady of the acacias
I'm the lady with the rugs
I'm the accomplished woman
I'm the woman who drives
I'm the alabaster woman
I'm the egregious woman
I'm the embryo woman
I'm the girl under an old-fashioned duress
I'm a thought woman
I'm a creator woman
I'm a waiting woman
I'm a ready woman
I'm an atmosphere woman
I'm the morning star woman
I'm the heaven woman
that's how it looks when you go to heaven
they say it's like softness there
they say it's like day
they say it's like dew
I'm a lush woman
I'm a solo woman
I'm a sapphire woman
I'm a stay at home woman
I'm a butterfly woman
I'm a traveling woman
I'm a hitchhike woman
I'm a hitching post woman
I'm a sun woman
I'm the coyote woman
I won't be home
I'll be back
I'm a justice woman
it's not sadness
no, it's not a lie
I'm the souther cross woman
I'm a moon woman
I'm a day woman
I'm a doll woman
I'm a dew woman
I'm a lone star woman
I'm a loose ends woman
I'm a pale coast woman
I'm a mainstay woman
I'm a rock woman
I'm a horse woman
I'm a monkey woman
I'm a chipmunk woman
I'm a mountain woman
I'm a blue mountain woman
I'm a marsh woman
I'm a jungle woman
I'm a tundra woman
I'm the lady in the lake
I'm the lady in the sand
water that cleans
flowers that clean
water that cleans as I go
I'm a bird woman
I'm a book woman
I'm a devilish clown woman
I'm a holy clown woman
I'm a whirling dervish woman
I'm a whirling foam woman
I'm a playful light woman
I'm a tidal pool woman
I'm a fast speaking woman
I'm a witch woman
I'm a beggar woman
I'm a shade woman
I'm a shadow woman
I'm a leaf woman
I'm a leaping woman
I'M A GREEN PLANT WOMAN
I'M A GREEN ROCK WOMAN
I'm a rest stop woman
I'm a city woman
I long for the country
I get on the airplanes and fly away
I know how to work the machines!
I'm a sighing woman
I'm a singing woman
I'm a sleeping woman
I'm a muscle woman
I'm a music woman
I'm a mystic woman
I'm a cactus woman
it's not strange
no, it's not a lie
I'm the diaphanous woman
I'm the diamond light woman
I'm the adamant woman
I'm the headstrong woman
I'm the tunnel woman
I'm the terrible woman
I'm the tree woman
I'm the trembling woman
I'm the treacherous woman
I'm the touchy woman
flowers that clean
water that cleans
flowers that clean as I go
I'm an impatient woman
I've got the right of way
I'm the baby woman, I'll cry
I'm the wireless woman
I'm the nervous woman
I'm the wired woman
I'm the imperious woman
I'm the purple sky woman
I'M THE PURPLE LIGHT WOMAN
I'M THE SPECKLED LIGHT WOMAN
I'M THE SUGAR LIGHT WOMAN
I'm the breathless woman
I'm the hurried woman
I'm the girl with the unquenchable thirst
flowers that clean
water that cleans
flowers that clean as I go
hey you there
hey you there, boss
I'm talking
I'm a jive ass woman
I'm the callous woman
I'm the callow woman
I'm the clustered woman
I'm the dulcimer woman
I'm the dainty woman
-Anne Walman
----
and
>>Patti Smith.
>>Ginsberg would no doubt dig this greatly.
>
> really? how so? what is it about this piece that Ginsberg would "dig,"
huh,
> dockery?
>
> see, you post these vapid comments that don't really mean anything. you
know,
> people would take you seriously if you actually had the ability to explain
> yourself, even a little bit.
>
> but you post these meaningless comments because of your sad and desperate
desire
> to look knowledgeable, and all you end up doing is looking pathetic and
> ignorant.
>
> so, do tell us what it is about this piece that Ginsberg would "dig?" why
don't
> you actually make an effort for once.
So, you've spent several paragraphs giving your opinion of "Will Dockery",
and absolutely nothing about the poem, vapid or otherwise.
This really /is/ all you're capable of, sniffing behind my posts with your
repetitive whine, isn't it?
Now reply with the same old idiodic jeer... you know you can't help
yourself.
