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Michael McClure LEADBELLY BLUESLEADBELLY BLUES GET IN MY BONESI'm sick of old folks' tears and baby's groans.I'm choke full of this lion-eating Rome.I'm going where the eagle is going.Zero, America, I'm going home.I'll be where I hold my lover at night.My head's a hammer and my toes are stones.She's got a bed the color of …
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Neal Cassady & Charles Plymell, 1963 SONG FOR NEAL CASSADY, BY CHARLES PLYMELL –For John CassadyOh really really Nealhis first love was the automobile Drove a ‘34 Ford with suicide doorsand stick shift on the floorDraggin’ down main to Colfax Avenue Jumpin’ in the back seat boulevardkicked back watching asses in the rearviewcruising past the …
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Ted Croner Music from her breast, vibratingSoundseared into burnished velvet.Silent hips deceiving fools.Rivulets of trickling ecstacyFrom the alabaster pools of JazzWhere music cools hot souls.Eyes more articulately silentThan Medusa's thousand tongues.A bridge of eyes, consenting smilesreveal her presence singingOf cool remembrance, happy ballsWrapped in swingingJazzHer music...Jazz. Poem: "jazz chick" by BOB KAUFMAN
Les amants, de Louis Malle "La lune se couchait, et le dernier de ses rayons emporta bientôt le voile d'une pudeur qui, je crois, devenait importune. Tout se confondait dans les ténèbres." D. Vivant Denon (1747-1825), Point de lendemain
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