and a handful of others were worked with me in the high wire
of the
p e r
f o r m a n c e
f o r m a n c e
(it was the invention of god that really drove 'em crazy
Nietzsche's Daughter had been rich, complex, layered,
but IoG was dangerous, threatening, with airplanes in the sky!
w eaving words of love dram a and high acting
cops and robbers
& electric poetry threatened to knock em all their seats !
so it got thrown
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the dead rushing in right off with praying to stamp it out
then the next to dead the not quite deaders and deadest and hatErs
came trumbling along
fools and dead beats
no hearts in their heads
no heads anywhere in their bodies
confronted by the grand slam uncle to poetry that I was
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they were impressed with music
& i knew it was a beast
a god
that had to be trained
if need be with a whip
or better yet a hammer
in the coiling cage of its rage
a n insane god that had eaten itself alive
in the monstrous and worse moils of
the gyrating beat
of the world beast
nasty chains of its deterritorialized lust
nor the dumb drum beats of iambic pentameter
droning its own ever repetitious sleep in a snore
across the vacuous or the vacancie of north america
yes there was music Oh yes but surrounded with a veiled cage
grounding in the crawl of the human voice
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Re: alexander p assisted me...
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