jesus - mavrone - thought the world was over they nailed him like a soldier

to his rood but he was wrong wasn't he? and the beech and ash and row of oak held up fast.
as the old god died new-one being-born borne its incarnated matter ever glow

__  as he was nailed like a soldier he became a figure of peach preaching the word of blog a  finger  at the fat boon Moon.

A  thing  like that can't be done,
can't be seen

 throw away one
 lose the rest

    things are connected      ~



re: ..oh!

 a note

Re: ..oh!
  is a mere note, but what's a note, a musical thing impinging on the crater of being, the best of being  ~?


.. it's a ..


  poetry's a  permanent occupation and it's got several parts as   there's the state of mind, the viewing things from a poetic perspective and the living, the thinking and the act of writing of course,

  where one of the elements is isolated, which is often the case, it creates problems for the one who writes 


i read something a few months ago which really struck me about the distractions? and diversions of writing,
  but paper being what it was,
  it's vanished,


in the wind

of the zen taco,

but some people think Zen's shit,

i think it's  a state of mind,

and handy,

really handy,

at times

for keeping things







  Oh lovers and delays and days and the serpentine road leading to one another centuries across worlds/ its balking  /past the centurion and Charon/

  where is she found  and the ground lip rising           `


41__ plunges into 42


     41' s  pretty done  (not pretty vacant) as plunging into 42's interlunar pace as it rolls over the latin surface

   its patois 

                              my work  my work                        my work          my love!

and with the dada right wing or hand and the left dada hand works on long prose poem

does a  bird man have a hand Mercy Mercury god of crooks writers crooked as the leaf in the sand
                   the singular in the many   ...
   what non writers fail to grasp
   let me say it another way   it's when writing that things get said  not when speaking,

     speaking's just an outside? a  discourse, another discourse,
between the fans beside the roof of the world, and the buddha's straight  finger

  O the buddh   hahahaha Mister St. D we knew about that didnt we and marvelled in our youth,

  the truth of the booth

and the bodhitsattva

-------------- ok  -------------------mister anticapialist lets go to a ball game





8084 Dallas 1989 CL1 February 6, 1989 Ayashi Station M. Koishikawa

Asteroid 8084 Dallas Closest Approach To Earth (1.418 AU)



-- holds _ holds up


 and holds up holds the world up it holds the world in place

  does it?  does sit? sit it does in sitting row after row and  the like wherewithal

  no one's confusing reality with politics no the dear destruction of things

                with creation


  and the books and poems and bodies you're bodies holding

  yes holding hers

  her body rounder than a fair
glimpse into reality

  ah that ! ah that move, that kiss
  it had a lifting vein

   tres      ~


be tween each ireland the place you lived  /the lies of ficiton and fiction of lies,

  but because it was fiction doesn't mean it wasn't true does it now,

     ah ,


     in breath





   section 41 begun

    feathers and wind? winding tide and roll-up? 



re 40th


Section /or part 40 of the poem's done now heading  off to get to 50 by end of May if not before... 50 is a big fat round number,

  like the founded rounded ass of a woman
   whose buttocks stick out on the world like a meal ticket,

 those big spheres holding up the world
     like Atlas' shoulders but from below!
   what more lovely! more heart warming!  in life

  than to know it's  a woman's great ass spheres  holding it all up!!

   Goddess you were good when creating this

  the old Hindus thought it was the divine elephant propping up t he cosmos

           but we know better it's a woman's great  cheeks holding it all up and together



40th section


   40 part of the book started ... ought to be a day or two then/done

    as it's 

 not overdone as the  rounding earth 



b and f .... out


   b    and bf out in droves

    it's these ones heifers of the golden cow,

    the stinky poos the hedonists of poopooperism the cacacacaaca of shitism
              the spandex an velcro s ays  it all

  the Vel Crow

                the death toe





 t'was my uncle uncole mon oncle ecole what studied with Deleuze attending the lectures at Vincennes
            not i  not i                                       no   t                I   ,   but ever' thing is fiction      ~