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It’s the Holy Memory

It’s the dinihowi of

Memory

It’s fit for dunes &

desert huts & railroad

hotels

Let them pick the story

out of the house of your

words, floor by floor, room

by room

Work on Railroad

DRUNK: Know I can handle it (OVERCONFIDENCE)

HIGH: Fear I cant handle it (UNDERCONFIDENCE)

SOBER: Know I can handle it with reservations (NORMAL CONFIDENCE)

Same with work on mind

& memory —

Automatic interest in

that you write what &

how you like, on spot

Present tense —

LIKE

The following Sketch

Late afternoon in San

Luis, the Juillard Cockroft

redbrick courthouse warehouse

building stands in the

profound 6 PM clarity

to the stwigger of all

the birdies — some of

the birds trill, some sing

like humans — a faroff

racing motor — the still

“suburban” trees — always

the rippling pine fronds,

the breeze — The green

pale grass mtn. with its

raw earth cut telephone

pole & scattered cows —

the green dazzle of

grayfence bushes — shadow

of a porch across the

leaves & whitened buds —

Moving shadows of bush

on white house — The

old Indian’s been

rubbing his antique

truck all day to get

the rust rid — now’s

inside working on

dashboard — That

sweet little cottage shack,

Southern style groundlevel porch,

purple flowers in a rock

front, little slopey roof,

broom, doormat, with a

TV in SJ fine —

PEOPLE

“What do you mean,

There are no people?

Isnt Hawk people?

Isnt Dove people?

And Rat

And Flint

And all the rest?”

— Jaime d Angulo

COYOTE VIEJO

My father in his dying

1945 year thought Danny

Kaye was funny — we’d

listen to the radio, go to

shows — how humble in

eternity can you get?

— We’d sit in the Ozone Pk

parlor on Fri nites listening

to the Pabst Blue Ribbon

Ads between Danny’s

jokes like O Really?

No O Reilly! —

& Hal Chase thot

Danny was funny too

& that too is a strange

humility in eternity

— that these gigantic

hearts shd. have latched

onto such a stale &

narrow clown —

& all for what?

— for waste of time —

I even used to

listen to Jas Melton,

dreaming of SERENADE

by James M Cain,

just as today I waste

time on boxscores, on

Philley’s last hit

or Greengrass’s

homer — or on

TV stupidities —

how mediocre everything’s

got since 10 years!

INTENSITY

Intensity must be all

Ripeness

Intensity is all

All night eager pale

face Chinatown talk

in eternity weary

mystery

Health is for clams

snails & shells

Intensity & sorrow

is for Geo Martins

of Time

For Zagg Big O’Zaggus

ALLEN G.

O Allen Dear Allen

Ah Allen Poor Me

Walked the streets of

Ee ter ni Tee

With me —

O Allen Sad Allen Ah

Mystery — Ah Me

Ghettos

East Sides

Denver Pigeons

Doldrums of Coasts

Suicides of Seas

& Hart Crane Sub

Sea Deities

And Corals & Shelves

Immemorial

Hallos

I have nothing to

say to ye

Except

Dont trod the wrong

tightrope

Weird Mind will wrassle

Thee

To a meet in the

Hole of Destiny

With an Angel White

as Heaven

Gold

Snow

Cobalt Pearl

And Fires of Rose

Then remember me

long dead.

WM BUTLER YEATS

Stormy mad

Irish Sea

Sex and bone

Cane pipe peat

Death stone

Constantinople

Dostoevsky of Machree

Patriarch of Mayo

Pard of Innisfree

Isle of Imagery

A.E.

James J.

Leopold Bloom

Curmudgeon Connaught

Patrick O Gogarty Bemulligan

Silt throat

LONG DEAD’S LONGEVITY

Long dead’s longevity

Coyote Viejo

Ugly un handsome old

puff chin eye crack

Bone fat face McGee

In older rains sat by

new fires

Plotting unwanted pre

doomed presupposing

Odes — long dead

Riverbottom bum

Raunchy

Scrounge

Brakeman bum

Wine cans sand sexless

Silence die tomb

Pyramid cave snake Satan

TOMBSTONE

I was a naive

overbelieving type

AMERICAN CIVILIZATION

Half wanting to live

Full having to work

Sketching is successful

but not fun — not

artistically absorbing,

like making jerky

or building a fire

or writing a

Cody Pomeray in

The Poolhalls

or sketching from the mad mind itself

The metaphysical mayor

broke down

That which has not

long to live, frets —

That