Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

little poems in the now
because then
there is no then

or if there is a then
then what then

some kind of music
that plays in the head

poems play a different way

Always interesting paths of words
keep the truth alive, poetry alive

A real brain teaser
a lot said with little

Glad you liked

in the days before the moon became a coin
no I mean before I flipped the moon
no I mean after I read Rimbaud read Baudelaire
no I mean before poetry became a machine
no what I mean the poet lived in a cheap
hotel

with a small stash of books
chased off by the dirty looks
holes in shoes and pockets ...

The first time I tried to get high on pot I got two joints
from the two hoods at my high school
because I did not anybody that had pot
or got high, the joints were seeds and stems
I did not get high, the second time I got two
hand rolled joints from a girl in my art class
I went home and went in ...

Like this, nice.

Yeah I wonder what those memes really are, I thought it was interesting that a poet like Bukowski mentioned about not liking Shakespeare in a poem, he did not like a lot of writers.But who knows what he really thought about Shakespeare.

I imagine that meter which is a kind of straight
jacket placed on people who want to explore
communication through poetry

that just mirrors diversity
through taking words beyond the meaning
of the word, or at least an occasional
mistake that sounds different

it is harder to just write without
any ...

Are you talking about that tyrant on that Algonquin's table.

It is totally irrational to say water is a privilege
and this is why America is not great
that everything even the thing most natural
and needed to life is made into a weapon
against the people, Imagine if we had
enlightened leaders, not these psychopaths

the first time Jack smoked pot
it was given to him by a jazz musician
now his words came out jazz like
he now saw the world through pot and jazz
you can see it in his writing, you can feel it
hear the jazz in his voice

Jack crossed that line, into the black sound
the pot opened up the sound and ...

I'm thinking about where I came in
I always thought my first memory
was in the back of my parents car
crossing the desert in the summer
in California at the age of three
but in way in the back of my mind
I have vague images of being in
my grandmother's house
in Wisconsin being in the attic
and ...

What did you just say, seems to contain such an enigma, like secrets the native Americans know. Space and plants that grow in it.

I agree on the iffy.