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INTRODUCTION BY ALLEN GINSBERG

 RAY BREMSER and HIS POETRY

Ray Bremser born 1934 Jersey City grade schoo I armed robbery
age 19 Bordentown Reformatory six years there completed high school
8 Poems of Madness forwarded with correspondence to this A. Ginsberg
and that G.Corso in Paris. Released 1958 published in Yugen magazine
8 Don Allen New American Poetry anthology gave readings Princeton
Brown 8 Washington DC tour with fellow poets Living Theater, married
Bonnie (nee Frazer.)
Philadelphia TV pro-marijuana-legalization speech inspired
Bordentown parole investigation. After six months Trenton State Prison
(Blues for Bonnie 1960) for "getting married without permission" inter-
vention by the late Dr. W. C. Williams and lawyers secured release.
Romance with fuzz continued, Bremser immediately re-arrested bailed
out then indicted for Jersey City armed robbery on I presume false/
111istaken identification. Poet wife 8 child fled to Mexico half-year,
abducted/ deported to Laredo Texas as fugitive, Wild Palms. Bailed out
again returned to Mexico anonymous another half-year. Rearrived in
States to publish poetry 1962 busted in NY "traces of marijuana in his
address book" charge dismissed, held on Jersey robbery wa rrant bailed
out crossed river 8 spent 3 months in can waiting. Inept lawyer un-
friendly policeand jury conviction alas 3 years as of Feb. 1963 expen- ·
sive Kafkian appeal pending, so passeth over a year to now.

In Bremser poetry we have powerful curious Hoboken language,

crank-blot phrasing, rhythmic motion that moves forward in sections
to climaxes of feeling. Imagination shifts in and out of heard-about
places in space 8 time, American primitive, jai Ihouse primiti ve, 8
dramatises key ideas--personal empathy with Egypt and a Pop Art
approach to Platonic archtypes. Where is the truth in this? The truth
here is the realized expression of emotional awareness. Poesie a
rhythmic articulation of feeling, emotional physiology vocalized.
Now the piper's piped, but had no human reward in his America--
thus he goes wild, piping inhumanely.

"I passed out at this point and woke again amidst rowers •••
I pretend to pure dislocation and end in the palace of a
great queen
whose bath has been drawn against logic ..• "

Also he's funny; on Funk, funky. Echoes of amphetamine echolalia --

the line carried out through its last mental pip-squeak of idea-rhythm.
A mouth hopped up with unnatural dactyls, or some kind of many-
footed Greek measure.

"The zeal of gospel, elation

Wham/ Cymba I/Wham"

The later writing is very jazzy, scatting related to Monk Coltraine

Taylor Charles as wel I as meth-freak head noises. Awe of the universe
enters into the poetry which is a big pile-up of words some times into
Hart Craneish clang-lines.
 "Great edible crotch full of hermitage lore POEMS OF MADNESS
and excusable gloom I"
I . City Madness
That takes a certain genius. But the real measure of inspiration is the
opening up of the bardic breath 8 the summoning forward of rhythmic I used to sit often composing the manuscript .
power from the breast for the sustained flight of Proc lamotion that never denouncing and therefore not to be written
climaxes the Poems of Madness. without preparation for trial.

I'd sit contemplating unobvious thoughts without poetry,

Allen Ginsberg
New York May 27, 1964
being the poet of adequate life
on broken brick steps ful I of contractions
of piles and pimply sores from the stone
and syphilis-eyed hypochondria sleep-thinking germs
bringing flu
and I caught my first cold fifteen histories ago
in the maggoty festering garbage-can alley
back of my mother's rear room.

I used to sit dreaming the dreams of accomplishment

marching in questionable cadences down to the foot
of the Harborside Terminal
into the emptying carrying cars of Spry and Colgate
Mullers outgoing spaghetti and infinite
meatballs!

counting the black-ba Iled parolees and broken-backed

spies, Italian laborers, Polacks and sweaty
old terminal boss,
whose unknotted tie and left-wide-agape collar
was motive enough to imagine the noose.

VVhen I was ten I discovered the poet and quick

circulated great novels of spy and adventure
and killer police, whose murderous face
I didn't at first grasp
until I discovered a cop humping some young
indiscernable girl in the pork.

She addressed him with delicate fits from her lips

which turned ghosty and blue and the dress tore away
and he popped with a joy every cop in New Jersey recalls.

Since then I have hated what passes as law

and the ten-year-old grew but the poet did not
and the novels fell off into idiot poems
and madness and sight of my city,
the city of squares and the city of Pharisees
all mobbed into a mass of the lewdest advertisement,
tight denim levis -- buck shoes for the silent
and cardigan jitterbug jackets with saddle stitched pockets
of rubber • • •

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i've never been ready for trial. So I had to walk
But Caro le Fugate has! and I walked, way outward
Sweet youngest ever martyr onto the unfamiliar street
City killer high accomplishment -- where people are not always people --
in her peaceful, pensive, elemental face
the Virgin Mary ended indecision And I took in my hand
and elected to abide in my coat and conjoined
in every sinew's whore-mastered inch a pistol, in case --
of Chari ie's sweet to decide th in gs
and favored yards of flesh. best
for myself!
How did he do it to you? Whispering 'mother'?
or 'little sister'? What of your idiot's eyes? But the dreary unfluctuables pinioned me
Now it is more than Charlie's, sweet -- stiff-columned into my shoes. The trigger-taut
now it is every lecherous penis sinewous spindle stood me up clotheslessly still
legality has -- every sensuous to suffer the bearable w°hipping of fingers
prick of old righteousness! Lord, how they're prodding, over the mutable flesh --
those moot prosecutors! the mother less
sonofabitch ing floe --
In love with your lips and in love with your belly's the criminal shots, were
white warmth, 0 human -- 0 animal -- heavenly pinned, like medals of thievery,
screwed little girl -- in love with your crying 's pure onto my breats;
succulent salt of the heart -- hot heart of the murderess -- and my waxworkings
heart of the victim, whispering 'love' and whispering 'please' -- found Icarus's pool;
and the minor-thief's heart in my own hunting skin and I'm here now,
corresponds to your sexua I Iips of immaculate change lessly dressed!
white --
1 would run my cool tongue ft is sometimes the way our necessity balks
in your mouth, eat your tears, taste your difficult at a curve, to be tried.
washmachine beauty! To be taken in dubious custody, chained
to a chair in the precinct called lst
My city envisions your breast beneath which and a Ilowed the due processes up to the neck
is the heart that addresses itself, of the ,fist and the shattering bludgeoning hard-
and the answers? rubber hose of an arm's length.
definite
crazy -- question and answer and hate
and love! for the acne-nervousness paused on the face
and the please-leave-me-alone in the watery eyes
that were blue turning black from the law's
No; it', wasn 't odd dark insensible glare --
that night whose brute badges of courage and bravery stare,
when l·went because Hart Crane might have had one of the heads
alone -- that wc;is cracked by the graces
into the streets of nightstick and sailor Bayonne!
and out of my home,
so long out of sorts -- Haw their foolish pomposity walks in the streets!
was I out of my mind, too, Af the Hoboken wharves and the West New York Hi I ls,
with the dread melancholy over Pal lisade plumage of rock and the Fort Lee
stuck edgewise into my brain nest of the eagle -- Washington Bridge Riviera --
and into my guts, doubtful escape on the harlotted Hudson Expressways!
only man-guts, not pig-iron
but twisted and flanged One thing I found in the handcuffs was this:
and eroded with rust? Great fear of the law!

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 and a dread has ih
of my own Jersey Cityite 's farce in the wide teeth less mouths of the little
gone beyond the impossible truss alternative lords!
of a sentence too large
0 Mammon, invisible indian-chief of the sta l
to impress~ boy with its complex
in successive uncomfort called rooms --
of God!
Pall Mall is your highest ascension!
Converse of the world!
I wil I sign the confession of monsterous crime - -
Its recto extreme !
1 will sign
At arm's-length's impotent reach - -
I will sign
do not touch!
I will sign
do not come!
do not learn!
I WILL SIGN! only read me in beautiful tears,
for then you will have what is vision,
and tremble your whole and unreasonable
2. Penal Madness
penitent years!
••• and I feel like Nellie Lutcher, •.• and of love?
want to sing and fornicate in sheer I would rather be cool
suggestion -- most/ and consider your ends
I want to sit and then, maybe --
on a stool, that's all -- just sit and sit unleash myself full
and try to dig the drags of immediate needs --
who go by in their stocking-feet. too much stock-market sex --
... deserve their pair of legs .•. to too much pressure today!
go their nowhere ••• knees grown together, they
cannot see great stride to the gutter ••• cannot Do you guess how I want
see me satisfied ... they call me nigger and desire your great explosion of not?
lover ••• evil •.. jazzhead Do you know for how many
fuzzy is the dissonance unnumbering days
of their wrath! I have waited
out of the Hudson County Jail and waited, immobile?
I am taken while idiots laugh. Insane with the brawn
Great edible crotch full of hermitage lore of oppression, the bane
and excusable gloom I of a thousand and radical hardons'.
Great predying tomb of innumerable black and lusty with dream!
white negros, crazy and hip Do you think I might finally
and uproarious laughter-laid end in the wakening
pure cherry nights! wet of your thighs?
·Great basketball court of the Harlemite ref, The stocky ineloquent odor
profuse in its fish-fetid
full of human ond brown breaking balls!
lubricant fumes!
Great trolly-car terminal corridor track
And the pitiful fish Argh!
who are new to it al I are amazed I What desires!
Unconscionable dews!
At the womb they ca 11 Center!
Chief-Deputy squats -- or captain I would rather be cool
fatly abides in the mother-tongue and consider your tough
chair at the lip -- at the sperm and your thick
that is gathered lieutenantly into the vat and your tonnage
where the keys to the kingdom of crazy.
prevail I
Nights in the slop-bucket house
where the morbid machine
of the morbid and boredom
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 sweet flesh Tolstoy's simple father,
get the better and sent me out hunting cripple nutted!
a boy! Life's detestic led i II us ion!
Love! You are always precise
and penultimate tears . Yet, the horror And I should disappoint the street
converts to the physical digging for this?
the boy No.
and the girl and the somehow
duality! A man hos lack of right who locks what bolls
illegal love of illusory black listless night, necessity compels!
praise to your coolness and noninterference And I will not forget
beatitude lighting my brain fever dark the pigeons on the roof
with a harmony flash the trolly-trom prolonging
in the otherwise idiot's music!. in the brain commerciol 's loud
You are delicate, yet, on unbreakable diamond and laying silly shitter,
of Solomon's. taciturn mine! loaded
on the ground . Cathetered
Only poetry now, in a quick whisp, going! and slain by mother labor,
No heroes nor marvel-magicians nor witches mother courage,
nor conjurers -- brothers nor beautiful laggards mother fucker!
stuffing iunanimous hearst stripped clear of the lead we're afraid/ -
and insensitive refuge -- to fa 11 indisinfected into soppy people's
The creation of NATURE gristle!
projected by poetic eyes, Filth,
whose condition of soft beleaguered twice around the skin
and affection for life and clutched within another fit
has been characterized as the sickness of crying hunger -- ho, the bloody
today ••. but pig let's flesh to suck --
we 're made to suck,
is neither instead, the prick of penalty!
the sick
nor the rot See how it lathers quick
nor the stunted unscrupulous growth ••• from out the slick and un-united unionsuit
of clothes?
but the wild
Our pre late-master's
and the breath
clergy-closet's
and the rage
jock!
and the cure ...
I will be sure
to find my head the rack
Poems of the Holy Madness whereon some crown
of brutolest forgiveness
Now ashamed comes to rest its unauthentic weight
at best •.. and final family.
too little never knowing nerve.
For it
At once, I will be mode immediately to cry --
bravado, thrust projectori Ily for it
into I will be told to die,
my pennyweighted to disappear and infiltrate some for
ounce of beyond the everlasting box-car rooms three
woolly · stories/
world! high
as marijuana finities and blipblip dreams
See the capon magpie? of the searchable scanning radar • • • gleeps

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 of a disposition prone to mirror-wising glares
over the erstwh i Ie
meanwhile eyes!
Water them down with tears, 0 that I ever
plundered my own abyssmal fjorded
memories!
For I have strung up streamers
and inhaled a wild unpatriotic rebel attitude
of position out of air where life begins/
confetti and cascades of violent pure-bred hair!
Water them down with tears out of the stark
maniac Gammontown-girl 's personal dark,
for I am the lowdown Communipow Avenue nightingale,
bleary with drunken nigger police
who induce me prevailing out of the square
up Greenville
into Bayonne on improbable busses
of laudable sexual intercourse
found
and denied!
So let me lay it to you gently, Mr. Gone!
your heaps of slick and apathetic succor
transvestite my human animal until I walk
with knuckles on the ground ,
my Einstein essence
split
by prehistoric gobs of eyed typography!
The world and papers never
never
meant to furnish monk ind substitute for ghostwriting
on the cavern's corner's vague museum walls!
It is a little
let us say, too much, man,
too much!
Too much
the redest bloody Cadillacs caught
. cryptic on the air, luring another
~- netherman with California Ruge le
" and too much the rigid enterprising
. caterwauling!
If it is difficult to dig my plum-diversions,
apple-on-astick-preventions --
by banana-pie intoxicated start in the sky
on snow ensmutted wings the Addage Ancients
pilfered for me the night
they stole the light
centennial from on high --
rather forget
and too your own damn silly mark.
Shit up a rope, for all I care,
but watch how
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sometimes, when the horizontal dreams
of a little life gone hither come to bear
dualities of weight over the head.
How it proves ideally the spot
from which to murder.
Yet, it resists your suicide,
having the sense of valuelessness
drawn from the self same object in your coat.
If you will murder is an act/ and he who acts
cannot deprive himself of ultimation,
I mean, finally kill the world
and step in the compost-heap another Adam
blue-balled hot for God's provisionary hond !
Didn't I once anticipate your plan?
Out of the candour;
an eaglet's fitty first flight
off of the bower on mountains --
cawing
MacBeth's sedate and accurate great soli loquay,
life is a tale/ full of shit -- And even the ta le
alone is too much, man, too much!
Too much the cross
that fries its nigger-toast south of a drawn
out isolation line whereon approaches two hoo il" 9 -
magnificent isomorphic white
and poor enpaupered isomorphic black,
too much
the weight of gangs and people r
sure-shot ex-marine police force
coming down with pride in prejudice
to break the Jewish high empiracies
and beat the butcher, steal his pork
to poison perhaps odd but living hearts
whose darkness revea Is the urge of
neverthe les's
sudden Iights.
Too much the roving flood -- the moraine c
left by the high and Adirondack ice -- uns l
Catskill peekskill's league for Prevention
of Bogus Pinball Machines!
story of Jersey I stereotyped/
New York! Freaks of Nature!
Giant and the dwarf with the blown-up head !
East and West and North and South
old hallelujah Alabammy mammy jubilee,
prophetic anti-nigger-senile-anti-lumbee.._ - · _
Praises America!
Praise to my country!
Let me bequeath it a 11
to another blazer -- Charles Starkweather!
He should know how to handle the infini te
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 putrid condoms somebody's mother manufactures --
He would annul your vast vagina into a finer .,st ling legend-like lances of Thomas
better business bureau box of the mange I hdchets of Matthew
But I'm cutting corners. and bladed Bartholomew,
's sword and Matthias 's battle-axe!
Better if I were to level with you here. Come the i i Oe5
I'm unafraid, and finally, proficient with avenge!
with decision. Come the multiple roarings!
Iike a traitor; haloing hoards of white justice!
You will investigate me finally, along with my mother Mean
who furnished the change fo r lunch
new mornings!
knowing my reputation as a thief! Come rain on the lecherous forty -e ig
and I love the visionary journey out of jail -- come murder
that spectral escape that screws the progressive Governpaent - and blinding swift light!
and I prefer to run around with homosexual cats, come prongs
in drag, then suck on sol low e virgins whose ripsaw vaginas gnaw gnats for the I
tinfoi I tits of brittle broads born in
s the weight that will crush every judgement, a n d ' -
nebraska ! a ll go
make me a myth, whose roustabout's prevarication!
long into the soft spoken kisses of poets
I am a nonbeliever, so -- neither your giftless
sad skinny banners
painted goddesses of Cash, nor Tax,
long
nor Si Iver Certificate!
ago
More than in theory sounds
I love a luke warm jew whose that had long ago/ easily
thick thirsty lips barely slobber ved so much more than
with kosher Mogan David. mere mankind
Give me your black
and miserable hides and I will untar them.
And I dig jazz, and hipsters, and would prevail
over the tiny nurses in the park, minding your children,
beautiful long with ten minutes sex ua I pleasure,
letting your little Mary and Joey watch, drooling
to turn you, Mother America, into the onetime great
Shoshone magnanimous squaw to the decadent indian post, Aqu:irious carried plague 8 wate r
' lost god of the plains whose whistling arrows still echo Germans hepatitus 8 the crud
the hungering lust over the mountains from over Europe,
and into be Ilicose brawn of the white carried the westerlies of queen Hat Shepsut
pretender 911uatting the dismal width of the delta of Nile .. •
to father!
we couldn't find Memphis knowing it always was there,
Tomorrow their buffalo-dead will arise riioroughly withered, neither did we reach the proper time,
and embrace the barely breathing religion, period that is,
no longer questioning who's to be right, a the gears propel I, repel I repeal the gloom of those tombs
only digging the sky and the clouds -- we visited there.
bringing acres of the FREE for the negro --
shot out of age less temporary america
bring the jews their ELOHIM repast!
into the middle Nile 8 upper regions, lower valley of Kings,
Listen I IOfTlewhere at Thebes
they're revving their millioning motors! cataracts make their oracular presence known •.•
War is dee lared !
Not a bomb! Amun destroy us!
shepherd annul your sheep standing on banks
Nor a gun!
The Apache uprising is here a impossible ever to locate river of hell,
bringing scores difficult into the Ni le the Gods do wreck us
earthbound wed to the book of t he dead
listening 8 witching
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bitching the scent of an offering up to the scarab,
deathly idolon I do not assimilate prayer
8 do scepters of horror instead.
we had come up the river of East on the morning of soon
or mJ;b.e yesterday, conducting a great apothogem with us,
expe 1t1on t~ Rome put off .for the sake of the mummy
whose wrappings are there in the power that lies upon heads
which have fallen, heads which are found 8 to fall
to fa II is the only glory of Egypt
glory of Nefertiti wallowing there in the wine .
my d:mdelions gleam
wondering why the safari,
I hover the sky hover the clover blowing across the waste .• ,
sphynx who are sentient yet, watching the Nile
8 the fending of mad pterodactyls never in egypt
whistle my why
knowing the strength that is there
we ascended the hill, 6lst street 8 hired a cab
for the graces of gods 8 the journey continued over the plains
of the park.
we found the museum then.
ignored the bright armor
entered the valley of pottery, mosque of the silly carpenter
borrowed amongst the pages of edible books ascribed up to Hathor
that diligent smuggler, baker of bread for the poor
8 immediately eating •..
saw Anubis 8 terror
saw motion of witchery there,
saw bone of the fi Ithy embolmer
saw seven league boots on the feet of those birds
more soarey than Bela Lugosi
it was always the mythical bird,
the Phoenix or Griffin,
Basilisk burning with eyes,
murdering mere epileptical end of the man.
: those birds, those finite horrors 1
.': birds with eagle claws 8 lion's breast,
gone heartless
8 lacking a soul
birds who do dealings with eyes
8 do evil with wings.
~twas always the myth of the bird,
1f we sometime could fly . . .
if we woke in the morning after next
finding wings or the power of flight by ourselves
all the birdkind of mankind would take second place for a change.
take your museums, marijuana!!!
stick them in high 8 go haywire ••.
onward into the trussed up reason of myth,
we entered the hal I of the barges 8 yachting did go •..
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I passed out at this point 8 awoke again amidst ~
rowing powerfully up the rush of the Nile.
it was midday 8 oceans were far in the back,
the sand of the banks grew red
8 the girl in the center smiled to my wakening head.
I wanted to know this woman
-- most biblical, this -- the wanting of knowledge
but carnal!
I would like this of all the known women
in every known time, to possess the full snatch of the Ea
8 then maybe the visions of ultimate visual cunt
would congeal into wombus etc.
this difficult phrase to suppose.
this difficult trick, too,
fuck 'em all 8 continue the rest of antiquity all by myself.
this is ambition, 0, dribbling jack le of art
0, fender of years in my heart's place resume of fear •••
I pretend into pure dislocation 8 end in the palace of a great quee
whose bath has been drawn against logic,
for rending me there.
the funeral dirges begin.
table of maybe marble.
simmering flames, burning,
wrappings flopped in a great heap,
the vat of the end waiting, bubbling off in a comer,
' doctor arose 8 examined the sound of my blood bleeding behind my
heart.
I am given the leave to die
in the cellar of ancient embalmers,
given the honor of dying
8 suddenly thrown on the slab which is table,
slit at the throat 8 bleeded carefully
but quick,
damn, these Egyptians are deft 8 efficient I
no blotching of blood, I wonder what they do --
no spilling of fluid rushing into the veins,
but the blood which is hidden,
the blood which is mine, mine
what do they do what do they do! ! !
later, forgetting the snores of all those masses of people,
forgetting the smell of formaldehyde only unknown,
I am entering pyramid slowly,
getting orisons offered 8 food for my travels in space,
wife to envelop my scepter with hubris of womb
8 vagina utters the last gasping asking of mercy
who faltered 8 fell to the idiot idea we needs have of o
thus history kills me
history murders 8 offers no other appeal
in its court of museum of wax and museum of horror
the courts of our drags
our tapestery flowing down mighty
rocks of injustice, these courts in these middle dynas: ' c:
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only sentence not listen, dont know
but murder 8 bury 8 sift out the pebble of sod dont core
so that I might not hove even the slightest of tools, am out of museum 8 go,
only Hothor, ommun, Hot Shepout -- 8 Ibis "ckly frightened to home 8 boll wife
wickers about his wings gleefully over my mummified stopping of speed. defiance of the gods,
ore watching the course of my mankind, -
we return to museum, history does repeat,
I suffer the vision of all former life, it comes 8 comes on again 8 again
incarnation, tomorrow, tomorrow we visit King ArthlK's
0 listen you blunt cogs of humanity, reason this out for yourselves .•• imag ine •... • • • · • •
incarnation,
carnation, col ling
reducing down to
the fifth only
sound of the lues for bonnie - take 1, january-1960
gods who
ore new "these blues broke out in a gallery,
who on 9th street • . •"
ore
through with it!
"9th avenue ••• 43rd street."
I hove only to walk 8 forget to return. •hell -- its hell 's kitchen again."
my psychologist stutters,
a lone in the world,
I embronzen the book of the dead in my fantastic library, bonnie in woshington
peel off the dusty umbilical cord of the dead waiting for march and
8 paper my rooms with the odor of mould cummings coming
8 of tomb. bringing glad tidings.
this droning of eon begging my voice to give note "of 9th avenue?"
only recons too slow,
that I creep into a Icoves zoo.
a woman to screw 8 begin it again," a dam-giraff.
8 again, 8 again,
oh, Hot Shepout, Morgano, Elizabeth, whallop, a
harpies of there lalapoloozo floozie
8 here everywhere, harpies of lewd lock of clothing. on via flomina piazza
masticating a ruddy pizza
I rupture myse If for your favor,
pie --
your hover of bower of snatch ~ pie-pie.
for the ending of Iife
only',my life. bye-bye, baby.
If I dont cop no queens, off to Riker a feedery •.•
screw no queens, (i dig feed -- soup.)
I might never cop
(if i dont get straight quick
anywhere ever. the fuzz II bust me sure as
so goes my disarmament plans i reek o reefer.
down the drain Rio Rita -- that s as far as i m
into void taking it.)
outer realm
••. i would eat the food
8 beyond
into boll instead, oney this stud
with a mummy or along side me pounces eyeball
boll with a bundle of flesh or of cloth gawks as if to say,
or of boll's very essence, "high as rat-shit."

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 and 2 fried eggs in my plate TRYIN TA DROWN ME •.•
the same thing.
·hyar hyar yok, i said,
how do you eat and split that scene also --
the accuser?
and which one first? some idea when i m stoned
people trying to make me
Rio Rita. laugh myself dead ••. this
peter out. slip away, do a go -- works with my wife also, too •..•
politely tip my hat and split is fer
oney thing -- likewise. instance: a game
phenomenoes •..
i m sure. oney played high and by and
this is what you might call large by
scat. phenomenophobes. on
phenomenamphetamines !
but phenomenablute.
a hubbalubba drum, hellofa biff-bam hallabaloo phenomenaquate.
(fontainebleu in the phenomenammonia.
background.) phenomenomn ipotent.
dribble sinbah, phenomenanonymous ••• and
tic. phenomenamamma •..
phenomenapoppa •••
"you gotta drink yo drink phenomenawho? phenomenayou.
and get yo that thunk •.• " phenomename •..
"wumphead ••• phenomena I Ius ion
the girl wanneda get waid, to a common phenominator,
not weighed . " thank you,
james fenomenimore cooper.
chuckles. yoks.
i know a chick collects em, phenomenamamma mia.
oney the greatest the ..• or to, now want
(RIFF HERE) to, explain what is
funk.
ie: herry suckton. yiddish eactor. (the first funk we're familiar with
out of work 4 months ..• is our own, provided for us by glands
agent cal Is, "herry?" thru the olfactory nerves
"ye ••• enveloped by that precipitous lump
"wanna work?" of the face ca Iled proboscus.)
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••• and so on, or otherwise, what is funk?
ie: daddy moody, baptist. "we 11 now, dad," the
little abraham, age 5, gettin baptized goatee on the wall sd, "it
in the muddx mississippi. rhymes w-Monk." •.• the
daddy moody get the Iii boy goatee was, of course, a-
by the belt ••. sticks him in breviated. weird Boo I
the river -- pulls him out and anyway, funk is when
looks brimstone and fire on his face •.• thelonious monk peeps
"does ye believe?" above the bamboo shades
to see the piano setting there,
"i believes ••. " bald and bold •.. monk looks at it,
and so on til I while the bass run and the drummer
whut -- and I BELIEVES YO bugs him with the cymbal ••. 6 days sleepless •..
monk looks •.. perfectly zonked and
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\loafing on the stoo I ••• he looks I JONES: on funk
and looks
and the bass and drummer meet
like flys making it on the mid-air,
attracting, (at least,) the ears or,
of monk, who lifts his hands those wicke r11•. .•• . .
and lets them fol I on the keys in wild-ass trees.
commentary; with whut's funk.
or: ER ORLOVSKY:
the intellectual explains for an hour
the osymmetrical underlying connotations
and multimillion minor philosophical edicts and
principles involved in Sartre a considerable
system of phenomenological ontoloQy to
the big colored-feller, high on pot radiator soup .
on the nod, listening -- who con kangaroonian ......_
siders .. • thinks a bit, ILIP WHALEN:
conclud ing
slowly (2 Iines, canceled .• _
SHHlllT.
and that a funk . whop whop
or funk is easily personified immemoria lly in whop whop whop
Coletrane, whop
Cecil Taylor, whop •. . do yo
Ray Charles, now?
ornette,
see Charlie Haydn,
sometime Gillespie,
rarely Milles and
never the Boston
Pops •.. hardly
rebops.
funk is exemplified in speech.
ie: let s eat.
let s split. (when you re bugged.)
lets cop. (when you re just high enuf to want more.)
: let s score . (when you re not high.)
•. lets boll (when you re not bugged.) mean you re
high
KEROUAC: on funk. tho ts
1 "you j us don know. " en your
"what don i know?"
"how good them bacon
and them egg~ is , .• 11

or,
man? 0/
"DARLING." • course not." i spat
that kind of camping and we took off, j us Iike that.
i dont object to a dam near dozzen stoned
unless its kept within reason. 1110niacs and rode the island
on the Baltimore Thruway
80 miles per hour .. . slow.
that was the last time
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 we were all together in washington, and the test.
and the first •.. heralded in behind which i goofed.
Prokoffiev and herded out by enuf to be declared insane,
daughters mothers, drags and the police, which was the former declaration
(i later returned and married bonnie of the previous examination of
frazer, angel of God and witching my psyche ••. my soul. and all i did
devi I to the core ••. ) was violate parole.)
(this masters
but category is dangerous:)
to hell with Zarathustra,
cecil taylor says -- skiddy-WHAM, makes winter, now, its own necessity.
going thelonious a better. the cold smoke flowing, 0, Mother 0
LEERI, blowing the last of your
"knocked me out." fragments away •••
the marijuana eater,
blind, crawling on the floor, so, saved and safe.
catching fibrous vibrations and alone. beyond the reach
accoustics off the wood and of a 11 your nutknees -
thinking hes slick, digging all your silly paranerts and
my wife a full-lotus, sitting bings, -hookah-hacks and key-ups,
in ponties -- thighs like you me-ups, teacup-ups and Cheops
never seen them before, or ever up and down, hiccups,
will see since ••• down,
astounded on
we foll the ultimate ground •..
in the blues •.. my tongue hangs happily in
caught up. Mesopotamian schemes and creams and bloopers.
toned down.
the blue, (blues for bloopers?)
connieving blue and blues for bloomers.
conical blues. blues for Bryn Mowr, blues for Vassar,
these blues, blues for Randolph Macon (hung in
for bonnie, no-nigger Lynchburg), blues for Douglas,
Radcliff, barnyard Barnard blues,
GOD GAVE ME TO BONNIE for the Sweet-Briar blues •••
AND for dues -- for bras -- for bal Is,
THATS COOL ENUF FOR ME .•. for drawers, for the ha I ls
(today in the stricture of a of montezuema, 0,
multiphasic personality meter, bluer blues for all the girls
i ve been dee la red a in Bennington, the blues for news,
radical against the fol lowing for booze -- the cool bruise
items: blues for Brenda-Lyn,
work (who's bonnie)
decision blues for two ..•
contracts for what 8
cataracts and calesthentics, who makes bonnie blue?
query, I
miscellaneous reading material (who used to peyote-paint,
(bobylonian texts, creeds, write dirty stories and flirt
manifestos, indictments, without knowing it, serve
mail-list-mail and partisan ideals.) Irving with her soul, go
simplicities and babies and lightly, issue me often
conditions, personality and more than is
Freud -- including most of Vienna. and take

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 i believe in the beauty of d1wL
no heed of warning, live i believe in the dream and so does
in love af me, for love of and the dream knows me
me, who used to love the world and the rose in my heart
and hardly felt the black-and grows,
-blue contusions? tall, and well watered
who? with bonnie s blue tears.
0-he-how
-who
makes bonnie blue?
survived. wh ic is good.
John Coletrane . a miracle. an oct ol Goll.
Jac k Kerouac. a law so inviolable i
Irv ing Rosenthal, tremble to pluc k her,
Ray Bremse r . . • tremble to touch
new jersey state parole board . the petals • ..
judson county jail. tho the clanger
princeton, pennsylvania. violation! condemnat iorl !
the "lady" too! shivers pierce the ears •..
Rachel; ah, (WHAT IS ALL THIS STUFF)
vanishing of rivers, hopeless! what stuff ••• ?
penalty. HOOKAH
despair. HACKS
AND Bl NG AND Key-ups
pure love, the blues them - HOVER-FEAR AND ROSENTHAL •••
selves,
the rose .. . • •. i retreat to my island of •
workaday drudgery, where no orie can hurt a nd
fits and choirs and means and oney me and bonnie's there,
smokeways, hoverfears, the calendar, surrounded by the beautiful
the compas and the clock •.. abstracture of our friends •• .
ol empty bed, including my old bum-friends in their chains and cuffs a nd
(bonnie, i feels low cosmic consciousness! the sad blue rose •..
as a ol nigger; all where mother 0 LEER!
black and blue.) beats her head against the
whoooo iee .•• unencouraging door - and dont get in •••
and me and bonnie loaf a II day in
time is the measure endless day and never sleep but
wherein ••• turn on one conclusive never
it goes ending
in one direction, high
. always ••. and stay that way
· ! slowly indulging the mind's mad
hundred days, ninety days, eighty days •.• other-things • . . like wondering
do not let them ever put you down, if mathmatics were ever
Harold really more important than
Chappie, a game.
Bonnie, 0, science,
bonnie blue, \
t he dream s the thing. astro-nautico-so-ho - a riff
betray what is adult but on a raft • ..
not your chi Id hood • • . stand fast
0, Cant .. .
0, Kerouac . . .
0, rose ... - 23 -
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THE AIRFORCE HAS SHOT~ MONKEY INTO SPACE. rapt inflection •.. i
of what use, now, possess a
is poetry? i m serious ••• mad erection
i see beyond my melancholy hills mulling over the
make out those lost form - ah, the bat •••
dumb birds shaking scarey wings my hard is down and
• . • the co Id soot of it ••• the nape ••• difficult •.•
the wet, raw, clamy nape of skinless, pipless, life-
everything, dying ••. less, love less, soft and
only dry wind. less prone to pry the
lonely ocean .•. spawns of fragmentary batty caves, a twat or
suicides in the sea-scum • • . not.
i am happy every time i see a condum i proceed to
lapping the side - that get high as
green and relentless puking wall Pall Mall
a long a II piers. takes me
escape the chi II
(••. but God didnt say "raft" yet . of lonely night,
and the lemming still flips oxygen consenting •••
ever so many years • • • he
flips love?
and goes over the a love of love?
white c Iiffs of dover in the sun Iight •.• a love of law I
•.. ) why the lemming never gets some i loved you when
proper dunkirk? you set me free and easy could
that's the question have loved you for a month
we should ponder on and chase •.. and high, my swung life took a turn
but we II jus put a for the better for a change
bigger monkey or for worse and forgot you, i ·
into space and forgot your tom by halls
and corridors of cops-paws •..
thank the navy for
forgot the split skull, 0,
the use of the sea
mother 0 LEER!, and the whale
ever so often •..
old
0, loonies ••. cold
0, funnies •.. \and schematical
0, lilliput ••• jeprody.
(heaven put it down!) forgot the rebuff,
a vision at dawn of all this. forgot the bluff and
and love .•• the precipice - forgot the lewd spore
casement, feints and forgot the baw I and
whips a bat out across court of kangaroo,
my iron chambers, the law s maw, the
crow a craw whose caw
socket-eyed. was perpendicular ...
the short-jaw.
love ..• coerced, forgot the inevitable,
and cornered, stricken •.. forgot the faggot, dragging
lopes its kattycorner fixtures ass over the floor,
at my raging aegis. forgave the gnaw,
forestood the closing opened door
love, (~ou slay me, (that Trailways Coach with jonnie in
love, i think), you the 'xick - 0, jonnie-mop .•. forthwith,
careless coot, you
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 the plaudit sport, the forecourt
of sl?w locomotion, rumble dark,
coming - court of final all over, dark -
tremble ••• ) the claw, the
law, the black
(shattering around me of it, the white,
their teeth.) ' the dark ba 11,
but i loved you then; couch,
my balance was returned; fat,
my nose (and all the time you squat,
called it sinus) cleared of more
your syntactical cadavers ••• so,
••• off your walls. 20
forgot the mouth, watt •..
forgot the corpse of the dark
feeble inmate meat and is light enuf
dead eyes, for, to those
FORTUNATELY, who would see • ..
i was thru with you , . • is God.
GOD GAVE ME TO BONNIE the dark is
ME TO-BONNIE • • • • •• God enuf •. .
PILATE, 0, love • • •
JUSTINIAN,
to those
ARBITOR,
who would see ••.
LAWYER,
STATEHOOD, AGENCIES 0, rose ••.
BONDSMAN, '
to those who
VULTURE • .•
would
give me back. see .. •
0, the compass 0, hope and blues and
and the clock ..• vision of parole • ..
my bonnie lies The Dark is enuf
over the ocean •.• to those who would see
God, say 0, life,
"RAFT". say,I 0, small
baby bonnie toil of an 0,
Brenda, say so, mortal
compassion and loneliness,
say rose • • • anyway ...

later.
outside, on the nature
the darkness. right off understand it is calibre
dark skin • . . dark death • . • dark door ••• important and foremost in war,
the cannon the power, artillery,
dark void. logic of lords and the sabre-jet
avoid nothing . , sense of a law, nothing else but
which renders a counter i llog ica I ••. andor . •.
demonstrates the insatiable evidences of reason most
reasonably.
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 that missile w-nuclear warhead is,
NEVERTHELESS, our pretty now solid reality ••. so start
there, at odds with only everything else conceivable
but death -
but violent killer
murder, and but
fractured (otherwise
always pitiable anyway)
finity ••• our sad
not longago day • • .
sitting at arms (you see?) length (what
battles there.), i stafff iron with eyes,
glimpse that which i put there isnt you.
cannot do anything indecent. would
LOVE to, tho, to the wall. projectiles
ricochet sometimes, often come back and
ruin me temporari Ily . • .
(6 yrs in jail)
several bays and baygirl pederasts dallying
loathsome in the jon ••• those passive enough
not smiling while others are blood and batter,
they all get fuc ked , 22 calibre pistol.)
(spade cat,
noisey and phoney, brings me my wife.
everything actually bombards the stage.
it's an air-raid - 100 tons of ancient
berthas -bonnie - explodes.)
big aeroplane eyes find rivets, the
cell (whoever, not war but
bullets breaking down to hell, no matter,
the tensile, important.
(i take up the
wearing of shades . the sequence is right
on schedule, brother, you bone-yard back on
target, rapport fluctuates everywhere, but
ON STAGE.)
(it's a play, yes,
Shakespeare - pretty hip character, sd:
(also) we turn our miracles nowadays into
(to the effects of) explainable phenomena,
thus rendering everything terrible only
a mute disappointment, but rather shd
tremble due to inestimable fear of
what happens to be - BE - horror •. , )
fire .. . burgeon •.• wh iplash .•• cloyed and captured.
obscenity is, say · upside-down/ 8 everything turned thus/
expecting the sensual
get sensible instead.
. the imponderable big-feet
walking of (BOOM) do-good, do-right(POVI) do-tel I
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(SLAM) and do everything simply murderous but not
touch , . • fire . .. dont TOUCH • . whiplash ..•
DONT TOUCH • •• burgeon •• . weigh down senese with sense,
(ratatat-tat - old cartoon-strip logic of BB gun
value-no) DONT YOU DARE TOUCH.
the ce 11 rounds me out.
gives me the proof of proportion
always ... deaf ears to intelligence,
specifica Ily underl ining it (not i)
for the rendering up of pure demonstration
of YES SIR, brother - emphatical
actual lock-up logic of bullshit
blowing its nose.
and all i survive,
reassemble, is this
out of that:
i am these one thousand unspeakable works
of an impious possible X-factor. awaiting some
catalyst's flee
to react to ex-
plosion, fore lorn
for the stock-pi le
my natural time ••.
the bore and the grind and
the gauge and the barre I important,
the shock of the weapon the cross
bow spit and the shaft of primary
meaning, the she II and the fizzle, the
scream of blockbuster clustering flash of
fire and straightforward logical ends
to unnatural means in which we have done,
who all do, for what fo remost
we are in its doing ...
the wii I 8 the want 8 the way • . .
Hang ing Like a Baboon from a Tree
... thinking / the diluted
blood rush foreword/ into the
short-come head,/ hanging
over the top of my bed's ed9e,/ red
8 down / so that,/ you see,/ see
everything wrong;/
as right-side-up is/ verily,/
otherw ise,/ wron9-side-out, interiorex,
is / right side in/ 8 thinking/
dilutes the up or down side /
in 8 out,/ perspective •../anterior hallowed
corridors/also look see:/ so,/
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the blood gush to the brain;/ dismembers me/ my body;
the arterial traffic/ likewise,/ drop of the pin
the same;/ truth be consequence;/ fll abso Iute end less silence
the game!/ 8 i hung here/ • walking, a peg-legged monster,
my stimulant/ picture-clippings u the squa 11 of corridor
of girls,/ 8 more or less
8 wif •. ./in scanty-clads,/ lhhh; the impregnable wal I of
8 hot-drawn pouting lips/ aothingness/ grinding the bit
which drain the blood down,/ dizzil ly a too I that erupts Iike he 11
whirl my head,/ with meat of pussy/ t loose; that explodes Iike
right-side regular,/ bellybutton in/ 8 iron-machet/
hopped/ I! up: if you must;/8 so,/ you do-/ cold-konk on the head
upside-down/ the only way hich strains to listen,
·, yet dies
to masturbate/ it's me, not necessari 1ly
you,/for who - / everything most of a c Iamour 8 Thunderstroke
must./off 8 on/ soon or naked/ snatch never heard :
quick the fist/ O, down-side/ whack it it's co Id as dead !
fleshed 8 sensua 1-/ later up !/i sc ream and the scream of a morta I grave/ crash,
for a ta i I 8 a tree ! how the silent millers rave!
vibrating gentle God's loud maddened red!

in the tombs

ETERNITY Grinding Allens Giant Beyonds

NOISE! it's grown so quiet now

that softness falls clattering
like an iron manhole-cover !
gratings skirmish
dirty teeth across a length
of gabardine
the absence of sound is
a millfile, \ripped down
the truncated breast
of a South Bond Lathe!
silence enters the daffy machine shop swift
' as a stolen moment is swift
.. 8 a thief of such/ much quicker! forestall
· · the incredible NOISE! 0,
my ears are stuffed with cotton!
sti 11, the lack of any wound!
death without end; how quietly the foot steps in my head
bash down my brain! SH UT UP I

the breathless hush of hacking :

anothermurderer ! buzz-saw
sears the eyes: you can see 8
eat this vacuum/ grasp this void
in hands 8 not forestal I, put down,
the sudden shock,
the severing slash of
emoted steel-like blade
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