Thursday, October 06, 2005

7 AM, Paoli, Pennsylvania, The Mews


7 AM, Paoli, Pennsylvania, The Mews Up betimes and with nary a thought to John Clellan Holmes, Charles Bukowski, Beatrice Fontenac, Allen Ginsberg, Diane DiPrima, Carolyn LeGillian, Gary Snyder, Fithof Singh, Carl Solomon, Ken Kesey, Simon Durth, Kaviraj, George Plowwden, John Fearing, Jack Kerouac, Ken Bilie, Bruce Doone, Ray Biden, Al Jolson, Al Aronowitz, Krystal Christy, Gerald Gerald, Diane Wakowski, Bob Hoffmanthatel, Steve Alabama, Janine Pommy Sirius, Antler, Herbert Hood, Pradip Jones, Jack Moriartit, Gregory Corso, John Rimes, Allen Congreve, Frankon Jimford, Barbara Akataaff, A.D.Sith, Tuli Kupferberg, Richard Gere, George Montgomery, Frank Jeraboam, Adolph Booth, r.u.reeding, Truth Joiner , elliot elliott, Ted Hoy, Billy Nokolayev, Sundis Fleash, Gerald Lemon, Joy All, Anne Rice, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Michael McFlaherty, Elizabeth Montgomery,Kurt DeCamp, Ron Andalausiaa, Graham Frick, Bill Cosbyy, Jan Kerouac, Jeanne Ulalume, Stephan Reishsmantal, Christine Jones, Chris Eucharist, Lyn Panda, the Scottish Chaucerians, Torkis Stand, Lirrie Komoniwannalayya, Tony Randall, Judson Jerome, Steve Allen, William S. Burroughs, Dinah Shore, Neal Cassady or Ted Williams.

Roseanna Warren is so hot! Read Billy Collins while sitting outside in the great garden here in Paoli. Buttermilk scone and a quart of Dewars. One must keep his edge for tomorrow for there’s a John Donne festival at West Chester University! I impersonate a rag and bone and hank of hair and walking about I wonder if any young people will recognize that I am a very allegorical fellow and represent seven types of ambiguity along with one great truth: there are a lot of shit for brains bohemian poseurs out there pissing in the Well of English.

Thought of the word “lucid” for one hour -- oh how I love creating poetry. Thinking of combining “lucid” with the word “light.” But one must be cautious. The “lucid light” Perhaps too incautious I am. But think of it – one could do end as poem that way. Van Gogh at Arles blah blah etc. then the last line “lisping the lucid light.” Do I dare????

Oh, “Verse” has arrived in the mail! Can there be too many poets named after birds? One doubts this.

Off to the mall at Exton for a pedicure.

Every day I seem more and more to resemble Maria Ouspenskaya. I’ll be 60 soon. What care I? Lisping the lucid light.

The moon was full last night. The wolfbane blooming. I can already feel the change.

I am afraid to peek at my other blog – as always. What did I do last night?

Oh dear God help me – naked pictures of Corso and Ginsberg!

God forgive the beast in me!

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