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Revolutionary Letter

Memorial Day, 2003

Today is Memorial Day. Take time to remember
those brave souls who gave their lives for freedom.

— Dear Abby
S.F. Chronicle

Remember Sacco & Vanzetti
Remember Haymarket
Remember John Brown
Remember the slave revolts
Remember Malcolm
Remember Paracelsus
Remember Huey & Little Bobby Hutton
Remember Crazy Horse & ... [more...]

Les Americains

we are feral     rare
as mountain wolves
our hearts are pure
& stupid     we go down

pitted against our own

 

[October 5, 2001]

 

 

 

Diane di Prima is a poet, teacher, psychic, playwright, healer, magician, anarchist, student of alchemy and practitioner of Tibetan Buddhism. She is the... [more...]

Caves by Robert Creeley

Thanks to Clayton Eshleman and the Ringling School of Art, Penelope and I had chance this past June to go along on the tour of the caves in Dordogne, best described at this site: http://ecfans.com/ringling.htm. My action as “guest lecturer” was altogether improvised, just that I know very little of such materials and Clayton a great deal indeed.... [more...]

Ten Lovely Poems by Joanne Kyger

Monday Before The Recall Sun on the hand so deeply spotted Yours for the duration, though Little allergy in the inhalation of the moment Liturgy of gold crown or is it radio electronico electric hedge trimmers actually the acacia being clipped In some kind of mantra of Glass which surrounds and penetrates the air Be deeply reverent as you move towards shore It's... [more...]

A New Book of Shimmering Poems by Jerome Rothenberg

59
I AM NOT A NATIVE OF THIS PLACE

I am not a native of this place.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rest of you
I hunt for shade
my boots half off
to let the air through.
My head is on my shoulders
& is real.
I plant cucumbers
twice a year
& count the bounty.
Often I read
the papers
standing.
I am clean & pure.
I carry buckets
from the pond
more than

... [more...]

Excerpts from The Real and False Journals, Book I by Michael Rothenberg – Poems

I started this journal the night before Philip died and finished it a year and a half later, on a clear Fall day, after spreading Philip’s ashes under the snowy peak of Mt. Hood.

REFLECTION

Swimming in pool
               this morning it occurs to me
                               Philip

... [more...]

Freewheelin Frank photographed by Larry Keenan

FREEWHEELIN FRANK, 1966
McClure’s place, San Francisco

Michael McClure introduced me to Freewheelin. They were doing a book together for Grove Press and needed a cover shot. Frank was the secretary of the San Francisco branch of the Hell’s Angels. He would dictate the book to McClure who would type the words. I like Frank very much; he was always... [more...]

Chauvet, First Impressions
by Clayton Eshleman

The depth of body.
The depth of a hollow
        animal belly
imagination fills out to an agreeable
    convexity,
and the tenderness in a bear drawing
like a loom within the stone,
seesaw pitch of breath and stasis,
my heart pounding Take Heed
halfway up the mountain to Chauvet’s

... [more...]

12 Poems by David Gitin

MUSIC FOR ZEN MEDITATION eucalyptus outside my window sunlight plays on the floor yesterday's papers motes of dust sudden green of Betty's blouse

 

 

 

 

THE CRABPICKER the crabpicker cracks the shell spines breaking bonds to savor the pass of energy up our straight spines full circle into meat for some future form

 

 

 ... [more...]

Larry Keenan

Biography

In 1965, California College of Arts and Crafts student, Larry Keenan was asked by his teacher, poet and playwright, Michael McClure if he would like to photograph a group of his friends. Asking McClure whom his friends were Keenan was amazed when he listed names that included Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Allen Ginsberg, Bruce Conner, Neal Cassady and ... [more...]

Rebecca Solnit: Acts of Hope

What We Hope For

On January 18, 1915, six months into the first world war, the first terrible war in the modern sense — slaughter by the hundreds of thousands, poison gas, men living and dying in the open graves of trench warfare, tanks, barbed wire, machine guns, airplanes — Virginia Woolf wrote in her journal, “The future is dark, which is ... [more...]

Julia Butterfly Hill

Julia Butterfly HillJulia Butterfly Hill in Ecuador Jail After Oil Protest:
Pipeline Would Cut Through Reserve

Glen Martin, Chronicle Environment Writer

Julia Butterfly Hill, California’s well-known tree sitter and environmental activist, has been jailed in Ecuador for protesting a proposed oil pipeline that would penetrate a virgin Andean “cloud forest”... [more...]

Gary Gach

Gary Gach
A LICK OF RASPBERRY ICE
CREAM SNATCHED FROM
CREMATORY FLAME

empty wrapper
his favorite incense
still fragrant

the great matter

body laid out in zen priest’s robes
“like a gigantic cicada”
sung itself utterly out

yet his big heart
how still so warm


in memoriam zenhsin ryufu philip whalen samadhi gate


 

 

the heat

a mere cloud wisp

... [more...]

Poems by Jack Foley

ELI, ELI

“It would be bad enough if I were the next-door neighbor. But this is like God doing it. Jesus doing it.”
             
“First Person: The Confession of Father X”

Father O’Fondle comes to town
Hoping that your pants are down
What’s your... [more...]

from the Synaesthesia Journals – Denise Enck

EDGES an ion, or eucalyptus smoke in the chimney the raveled edge of blackness cut velvet. the wind-frayed raven wing poised on grasstops shifts back into silent strata the black edge of yellow the brown velvet scent of pine-smoked tea monarch butterflies in the white camellias. candy cigarettes & plastic motorcycles & the green green grass shards of memory... [more...]
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