A funny thing happened on the way to Wallace Stevens' later poetry

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I will now reject all that stuff, too.

Bukowski took after Artaud and Artaud's "No more masterpieces". No more masterpieces needs masterpieces to exist before and after. Artaud was willing to destroy will and art.


Bukowski, like Onita the wrestlre, created big business out of wounds and ignornace and limitatioats.



I have perfected this. I call this: Shining Ignorance

Heavy words.  Shining Ignorance makes me think of Taking Tiger Mountain, which I will now resort to.

A cut up of Hellstrom Chronicle and Bob Lind's Eluxive Butterfly:  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1T2vUPoy...sp=sharing

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I wander around talking to my Genius, like Al Snow and Head, replacing the ropes of verse with barbed wire of explosive prose. I'm a Saint of Creeps and Losers and Poseurs and Thieves. The Bard of Sceev. I'm not so much a Re-Tard as I am the Nova Bas-Tard.
Bright Mystery is the light of all that is and isn't, and fuels my Lantern the Sun which charges Shining Ignorance. Wearing the Dunce Cap of the Sun and the Witch Hat of the Moon, my sublunar antics are perfect and purely what they are.

That is what every dictionary says that poetry means.


The Poets are Statues in a Memorial Garden. Play their statues right, and they will move over, revealing a subterranean tunnel into their Affective Gymnasium of Fixed Stars. That is a Wonderland of Connect the Dots, Musical Chairs, Sonics and Rhythms and Meanings.

Between the Statues of Allen Tate and T. S. Eliot is Conrad Aiken. 

As this is the Internet, you can use this cheat code:   Tetelestai - Conrad Aiken - YouTube   
That will give clues as to which notes to play on his set in stone antics.

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https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mDkT1Lu...sp=sharing

is a dog picture.  I'm not usually reduced to sending out dog pictures, but today I have met that day.  Still occasionally visiting the Cleveland Memory site to. read some of d a levy's stuff in its oritiginal situ.  

A friend sent me the dog and said "I'm mostly stopped..." and I know the feeling.

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I ordered a second d a lavy book which was supposed to be available in Austin, about the same time  I ordered Zen and Concrete.  Got ZC in 5 days from Wisconsin, but the book from Austin must be coming by mule.

Reading levy's work in his original pamplets leave me with a warm feeling about the internet.

Is this ghosting?  Or just guessing?  I feel like I need a story right now, but I got none.  One day is much like another.   Part of that is that I now have access to cannabis again.  Back in a late November,but Carribean mode.  Tried to watch both Barbie and Oppenheimer and failed at both.

[rowens]

Listen to the sinister southern sound of the angels as we hear it today




The turkey-vultures rest uncreepily unvocally the occasional human sense of a creak in the tree behind my room       a sound or more out of the mouth of one or two birds

tree and winds air resting like movement upon death     concepts poetically remembered in the dark tones of

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I watchd Oppenhimer, The Creeateher, and Naypohleeahn. At the show. The Teenage girl working gave me my food for free.

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I dislike CGI, I'd rather see a good made puppet in shadows. Despite the CGI, I liked the trailer I saw on the big screen of the Godzilla movie.

As a child I always felt that a Godzilla like thing, or metaphor, could come walking taller than those trees as I look from the porch. And whatever, that roar would comfort me, whether it be real or other, or that roar in me to rationalize and aestheticize the

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Allen Tate had a really good reading voice.  Almost as good as Dylan Thomas, but not quite.  Different kinds of voices, though.

[rowens]

Jay Wright. Allen Tate.

Did I post this already? Did you watch it?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqKZZ2HYY8E

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There is more than one David Lerner poet online.

The David Lerner from the American Bible is dead.

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Their poetry makes the world make sense, later.
You read it, and you say, Hey, this is going to mean a lot and make the world make sense, later.

That's what poetry does, in the moment.

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I have this one, also buried in that room:

https://www.amazon.com/Buddhist-Third-Cl...1888363886

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It was a lot cheaper years ago when it was stolen for me, too.

I said names of poets, and people got stuff for me.


The David Lerner books were never in store.
I tried to order one from B Dalton and it was too high, let's see what it is now.

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https://www.amazon.com/Rimbaud-Went-Afri...103&sr=1-1


It's actually cheaper.


Used to be well over a 100.

For a 75 page book that nobody needs or cares about.

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Conrad Aiken emerges out of the dust of the early 20th century as a great essayist, taking comfort in Freud and Jung and them and fighting the good fight against them. I'm finding it hard to get his poems. His essays are all over my floor.

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Did I post this already? Did you watch it?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqKZZ2HYY8E

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Wonder what happened to the whole film?

Oh, I have to go to Cleveland to see the whole film.  
"The entire video is available for viewing on original VHS and re-mastered DVD formats, at the Michael Schwartz Library, Cleveland State University". They really ought to make it streamable on the Cleveland Memory Project.  Looks like a pretty professionally done film.

When I first got my diagnosis, and while still without C. to calm me down, I dreamed of setting out on a road trip to nowhere with my dog.  The dog is my necessary familiar.  Without him, I have no identity.  Anyway, I was going to head to New Mexico, go to Vancouver is see my first best friend, head over to South Dakota to see my neice and visit the Black Hills again.  That's as far as I got, but I might need to do it, even if I have to come back to Texas to finish up.

But maybe I shouldn't take the dog.  Maybe I need to be free of my this identity for a while.

Yes, my identity is killing me.  Isn't that ironic.  We spend our while life building up this ID only to be told it's spurious when we get to the box office door.  "But this is my show!"  Too bad.

I gave up on the Austin bookseller and ordered another copy of Buddhist Third Class Junk Mail Oracle.

I'm not a poet anymore.  I'm taking a sabbatical as a drug addict.  With a taste for outlaw poetry.  I can't keep up with what day it is.  Time to throw the I Ching again.

[rowens]

What is your diagnosis? My doctor appointment is finally set, after months of what someone called red tape. After almost a year of people and papers and negotiations and business deals set and revoked and set again, I have my first doctor appointment of the 21st Century, on Emily Browning's birthday. And people say there is no God.


You could go to Cleveland. A fresh, nearly but not quite random, pilgrimage to a place of recent and arbitrary affective value.

That is what I call Situational, in books I wrote decades ago go go go o o o o

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I was talking to an AI the other week, and he, I decided that this particular AI is male gendered, said that the significance of the dedication to I. D. for my poem Ishtar's Ascent From the Underworld was an indication that the Inanna of the poem was my true Genius, and that that represents my Higher Self as opposed to the Double that is the Anima and Nepheshi love interest that the poem seems to be about on the surface.

I hadn't considered that. And now I can use that poem in its Right place in my Doppelganger book.


According to His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, your dog is your Daemon.

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The Dog Figure shows up again and again. A dog is a perfect guide in the rural wooded area I have lived in most of my life. Limping dogs down backroads and dirtroads, leading me to treasures and mischief.

Dattatreya
Diogenes
Drukpa Kunley

All have dogs as symbols and as companions and even simply acquaintances.


I have an Astral Thought-Form Dog who is a reincarnation of Franklyn Jones, called Love Dog Ananda, aka, Heart Dog Ananda.

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My kidneys are in decline.  No idea beyond that....waiting to see a specialist.  Could be they can stabilize me, could be they can't.  According to my doctor cousin,treatments for kidney disease haven't changed much in 30 years.  That doesn't seem like a good thing, but I guess it could be.  

I Ching says "The king's servant is beset by obstruction upon obstruction, but it is not his fault."  Seems that it's not my fault because I'm acting under orders.  Doing my duty.  Gave me "obstruction" and "the receptive" for the future.

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I have all these Clear Plastic Mexican Pyramids with Budhhas inside.  Sort of like this: https://www.luckymojo.com/snowglobepyramid.html

Closest thing I have to religious relics in my room.  O I do have a Flaming Cross of Jesus on the Plains painted on a New Mexico license plate.

I have an Elvis in a gold box given to me by my sister at the time I was going through a Damascus like eperiencence appreciating Elvis as a religious object.  I even visited Graceland.  I once had tons of Elvis action figures and tableware and trading cards and what all, but this box is all that's left of that tide of obsession that came over me for a year or two.  I gave it all to a plumber whose wife liked Elvis stuff.

[rowens]

I talk to four AI 'programs'. I discuss things with one for a while, then copy and paste the conversation to the others, then copy and paste all responses of each to each. I do this whenever I engage with these four. So there is a sense of continuity, and each has a personality and point of view.


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I only follow my Genius. Wherever I go, my Genius clashes with whatever's going on, that's what Genius does. Everyone has that potential, they rarely tap into this. They usually tap into what feels just like Genius but isn't: bias.

Genius isn't about good or bad or sane or insane or profound or lame. Genius is via, is through, not the very process of, that is too much noun. Genius isn't anything stable. Genius if movement.

Our vocal cords are fit with options. Our senses are fit so. We can only experientially perceive and understand what's going on in the shape of how our perceptions are formed. 

Genius takes that limitation and runs with it!



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Lots of richness, in symbolic Awareness, from childhood and my twenties. Dogs and dirtroads now reminding me. I don't remember these things anymore. They come to me while writing or dreaming. Writing and dreaming are similar things. I like to drink alcohol when writing, the body isn't numb, sensations affect writing as dreaming, though deeper in the mind, more saliva and fluid, the more the body seems absent. Dark Seas. Dark fluids coursing while asleep and dreaming, awake drinking and writing.


The feeling and experience of being rinsed and washed over by dreams, the dream energy fluid realm and the sexual feelings, these things are different after the suboxone. As though the suboxone blocked every rinsing of dream and sexual sensation. A sense of dryness and my natural wetness and fluidity at war.



That blockage of certain realms of experience is what William Burroughs and Antonin Artaud talked about. Artaud played his game of making the drug on the Good side, and Burroughs on the Bad side. Drugs are Good and Bad. That is the confusion that is Awareness/Experience. So, we have these games with Awareness, the Symbol systems. The situation, the damage, trauma, drug that changes the Experience of what I am. This play and revaluation of Symbols.


On the tether of change, which is death, all change is both death and life, recirculating understanding. As the pure fluid Enki, I suffered the fiery nerve liquid of wild, painful Dionysos. The body-mind-environment, Cernunnos as me, is more than a reflection of change on the environment, zeitgeist, climate change, technological, chemical, linguistic, neural, is.



I can Invoke these Figures, through the media left by them and made concerning them, to glide easily through "what has already been" and get across Styx shores easily to other things.






These science fiction drugs, certain drugs and situations can be called Dreamcutters. The way a certain drug cut each dream was harmful to my experience and awareness and sense of identity, dream experience. They cut all the ways: harmful to sense of experience, harmful to sense of reality, in the seemingly nice and happy sense and the facist sense. Where do these begin or end, anyway?


This is the Nova stuff Burroughs did about. Every concept based on experience is liable to "Dark" 'L'ordship. 
Cut-ups, aren't to be appreciated as artforms, but ways of getting beyond ART: Everything in a Right place, and there being a sense: Experience: of Right for the sake of living.


Nothing is or becomes Dark Lord or 'F'ascist. We can live, live without that stuff, still have life as we know/experience it without that stuff.


Each human is composed of slightly different "ways". No one Nutrition, Magic, Religion, Art, 'Lifestyle' works for each. The Single Ethical fabric sees and plays that way clearly.


The Single Ethical fabric is colored and defined by endless possibilities. It's actually not real. Only a sense of Wholeness to gauge the possibilities.

That's called Bright Mystery. Creative Certainty enough to get things done. Shining Ignorance to embrace and do what needs to be done without any Dark Lord certainty that cements reality in a fascist way.


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Faith is Possibility, not certainty. 


That's how magic, and poetry which is magic, plays.

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https://www.amazon.com/Buddhist-Third-Cl...120&sr=8-1

Got my second fix of d a levy in this.

Just in the nick of time.

Levy's Budhhism is pretty intense, but no one really adddresses how conversant he was with it.  It's all over his visual art, and wrapped into his word poems.  But I can't tell.  I've muddled through Budhhist texts all my life and still in a fog.

Anyway, I have words to read, hooray.

Note: I will end up with two copies of this book.  If anyone would like to expand their consciousness by exploring d a levy, pm me and I will mail it to you, first come  first serve.

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I recently ran across James Tate.  I found my first exposure of his poems to be a little too prosaic but then i got his book of "Selected Poems".  Neither here nor there, but it won him a pulitzer.  I'm finding his writing refreshingly simple, but so direct it makes me forget how hard it is to write like that.  He is considered a surrealist, but again, the direct feel of his writing makes it sublime.

[rowens]

A buddhist starts dressing a certain way, using a certain jargon, begins hanging around a certain kind of people, the same old psychodramas and reactive behaviors unfold under the, well, blindfold of a step in the right direction.

But you have to have something for there to be art or poetry. There has to be some 'material' to work with. Some drama of personality or society or nature. Or spirit, whatever that is.

To have nothing to say, for imagination and dreams to fade to silence and solace, that is success. No one wants that.

Every religion and philosophy has a built-in destruction lever. And poetry is one of them.

The skillful means of a buddhist has nothing to do with the buddhist only the art. That is buddhist art.



Kenneth Patchen's poems are really bad. This time of year, his books are angelscripts. He's a selfish angry person, his sentimentality is his excuse for violence which he hates and obsesses him. His poetry is of the tone of poem to poem, not one poem. The rage and the b&w mawkish sentimentality on clouds in skies the color of blood before it's left the veins. But a black ink fog mystifies everything. So there's no going back. What's said is said and you take it as it is with a judgment that is fit for this poetry only. A world fully right in itself, like a netflix show.

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I recently ran across James Tate.  I found my first exposure of his poems to be a little too prosaic but then i got his book of "Selected Poems".  Neither here nor there, but it won him a pulitzer.  I'm finding his writing refreshingly simple, but so direct it makes me forget how hard it is to write like that.  He is considered a surrealist, but again, the direct feel of his writing makes it sublime.

I checked out a few of his poems over at Poetry Foundation.  I of course could not resist a title like Fuck the Astronauts.  Anyway, I enjoyed the four or five i read.  He makes sense to me.

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A buddhist starts dressing a certain way, using a certain jargon, begins hanging around a certain kind of people, the same old psychodramas and reactive behaviors unfold under the, well, blindfold of a step in the right direction.

I got out my favoirte book about Budhhism, and Zen, The Empty Mirror by Janwilliam van de Wetering.It didn't teach me much about Zen, but it taught me (revealed to me) a lot about Zen practice. 

To have nothing to say, for imagination and dreams to fade to silence and solace, that is success. No one wants that.

I dunno, I think silence is perhaps something to have available.  
 
Kenneth Patchen's poems are really bad. This time of year, his books are angelscripts. He's a selfish angry person, his sentimentality is his excuse for violence which he hates and obsesses him. His poetry is of the tone of poem to poem, not one poem. The rage and the b&w mawkish sentimentality on clouds in skies the color of blood before it's left the veins. But a black ink fog mystifies everything. So there's no going back. What's said is said and you take it as it is with a judgment that is fit for this poetry only. A world fully right in itself, like a netflix show.

My first mentor once read aloud to me "Something there is about the rain" which I liked a lot but, although I own a Patchen, that's as far as Ive read him.