Who anointed Basho with curses of wandering, Who bade him lay down in fields all flowering. Who commanded him sleep while sakura blossomed, Who told him to wait winter out while spring it floundered? Who gave voice to the plover, the keening of the loon? Who invited him to stare into darkness only to find […]
MoreMarket shrine: man claps. “Protect these children!” he cries: Wooden prayers. Wind blows.
More夢の庵 I The still drops from the water cake Understated sweetness Cool Inviolate Heart beat slows To a restrained take on the universe And all within it Herded Harnessed Bit and bridled Steered Separated: Milk from curdle A slow process This is no whirl No dervish. This is time slowed down to a pin prick […]
MoreI guess the last thing you might expect me to be listening to is Kendrick Lamar, yet here I am. I was listening to Astral Weeks, as usual for this kind of disaffected day, whilst reading Lester Bang’s equally inspired piece on Van Morrison’s greatest work. Like Lester I get drawn back to it, something […]
MoreGoing on down the road, Your hand inside my soul Your thoughts in my brain Your gypsy rags on my back Your scars tied in an Old kit bag Nothing is real and Nothing is right Nothing is the same Not even the same old game Of razors on pristine flesh Needles digging new holes […]
MoreIf you don’t look down in San Francisco It can be unfortunate for you If you don’t look where you Are putting your foot From time to time Stepping into another’s misfortune Or discarded fragments Of sin sharp and dangerous Discarded emissions Disregarded admissions Of guilt or weakness Fragility or shame If you don’t look […]
MoreIt seems there are always floors to walk upon Brown and cool Stretching wall to wall to wall From hallowed to concrete hall From Temple to Church From Park to Station And Station to Park again. It seemed to me That there were always floors But some of them were banned: Walking upon them an […]
MoreHere is the only known footage of Jack Kerouac reading his work aloud in motion picture recording. I had never seen this before today, and was immediately immensely touched by Kerouac’s shy, nervous demeanor, which, with his book in his hands, and the right words to speak, transformed into something else, something special, something fragile […]
MoreYou look just like a pirate, and unwilling buccaneer With your hat covering one eye and over one ear… Your scars say you are a swashbuckler, baby With your uneasy grace: It’s written in the angle of your hips Its drawn in the lines of your face. The dagger on your hand, your branded lucky […]
MoreWe’re driving down the road again Last bath I had was in a bucket of tears Driving down the road again 1000 miles of blacktop And hot chord fears I’m driving down the road again Strip malls, strip bars Strip lights and railroad cars Held together with strips of gum And don’t you think we’d […]
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