Memorial Day, 2003
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...]
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...]
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...]
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
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.
Swimming in pool
this morning it occurs to me
Philip
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...]
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
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...]
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...]
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...]
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...]
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
“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...]
