Poems and Whiskey

xfr The Visible Man by Henri ColeTo write what is human, not escapist:that is the problem of the hand movingapart from the bodyYet, subject isonly pretext for assembling the wordswhose real story is process is flow.So the hand lurches forward, gliding backserenely, radiant with tears, a millionbeings and objects hypnotizing meas I sit and stare.Not stupefied. Not aching.Today I am one. The hand jauntilyat home with evil, with unexamined feelings,with just facts.Mike and body, like spikes,like love and hate, recede pleasantly.Do not be anxious. The land remembers them.Tommy's links : Site ; America Apocalypse ; KO-FI ; Twitter ; Insta ; BSKY ; Shelf Talkers ; NECROPIA ;Mentions:ParamoreFailureWhitley Stieber : Communion ; The HungerProject Hail MaryGolden ShovelKim PetrasStayyyterCharli XCXNinajirachiPenelope ScottJSTORRemote ViewingKurt Vonnegut Jr : Slaughter House 5Gilmore GirlsSupernaturalCharmedThe Smiths : How Soon is NowDavid Cronenberg : VideodromeCourage the Cowardly DogGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.

Evolution from the FishThis grandson of fishes holds inside himA hundred thousand small black stones.This nephew of snails, six feet long, lies naked on a bedWith a smiling woman, his head throws off lightUnder marble, he is moving toward his own lifeLike fur, walking. And when the frost comes, he isFur, mammoth fur, growing longerAnd silkier, passing the woman's dormitory,Kissing a stomach, leaning against a pillar,he moves toward the animal, the animal with furry head!What a joy to smell the flesh of a new child!Like new grass! And this long man with the student girl,Coffee cups, her pale waist, the spirit moving around them,Moves, dragging a great tail into the darkness.In the dark we blaze up, drawing picturesOf spiny fish, we throw off the white stones!Serpents rise from the ocean floor with spiral motions,A man goes inside a jewel, and sleeps. DoNot hold my hands down! Let me raise them!A fire is passing up through the soles of my feet!— Robert BlyCynthia's Site, InstaMentions:Okay DonkeyPsaltery & LyreGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.

Part 2 of Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut Jrft additional voice work by Ryan MooreHoward W. Campbell Jr. is in jail for Nazi war crimes and by all fair accounts he deserves to be there.Here is his own account for the record.How fair it is, is up for consideration.Good people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound. Theme song for this production of MN is Until the World Ends by The Arch Tremors ft Lollo Gardtman

the pleasures of the damned by charles bukowskithe pleasures of the damnedare limited to brief momentsof happiness:like the eyes in the look of a dog,like a square of wax,like a fire taking the city hall,the county,the continent,like fire taking the hairof maidens and monsters;and hawks buzzing in peach trees,the sea running between their claws,Timedrunk and damp,everything burning,everything wet,everything fine.Karen's Site Clean Margins Here! and Here!Mentions:Pulp FictionTim BurtonRondelSonnetLamp LitIroquois Theater FireTriangle Shirtwaist Factory FireThe MonkeesWeird Al YankovicThe MisfitsStar TrekStrange New WorldsLower DecksNINGISHAnteSocialRandom ActsGilda's ClubGilda RadnerGene WilderPoetry SchoolNocturne MagazineGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.

Surprised By Evening by Robert BlyThere is unknown dust that is near usWaves breaking on shores just over the hillTrees full of birds that we have never seenNets drawn with dark fish.The evening arrives; we look up and it is thereIt has come through the nets of the starsThrough the tissues of the grassWalking quietly over the asylums of the waters.The day shall never end we think:We have hair that seemed born for the daylight;But at last the quiet waters of the night will riseAnd our skin shall see far off as it does under water.Rachel Lauren Myer's LinksMentions:MemezineElise TranRobert HassBrenda HillmanAda LimonMatthew ZapruderWild Roof JournalThe Archetypal ArtistM.C. SchmidtHere Poetry JournalJason LabbeLamp LitChuck TingleGabriel Garcia MarquezR.M. Haines - Out of Its Wooden BrainErin BelieuLucas RestivoBattlestar GalacticaGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.

Part 1 of Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut Jrft additional voice work by Kristopher TerryHoward W. Campbell Jr. is in jail for Nazi war crimes and by all fair accounts he deserves to be there. Here is his own account for the record. How fair it is, is up for consideration.Good people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound. Theme song for this production of MN is Until the World Ends by The Arch Tremors ft Lollo Gardtman

My house says to me, “Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.”And the road says to me, “Come and follow me, for I am your future.”And I say to both my house and the road, “I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there isa staying in my going. Only love and death change all things.”-- Kahlil Gibran from Sand and FoamMarcus Benjamin Ray Bradley :Imagining All The People: Poetry Inspired by the Characters in the Lyrics of The Beatles The Beatle Works LTD Book Baby DirectMentions:John ComptonWillie CarverMarbles on the FloorThe Archetypal ArtistStephen King : On Writing Kurt Vonnegut and MuseumSupernaturalJack KerouacThe BeatlesLed ZeppelinLamp LitPablo NerudaNizar QabbaniGhost City ReviewAWPOIngo BoingoSierra FerrellOrville PeckDolly PartonGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.

Demeter’s Prayer to Hades "This alone is what I wish for you: knowledge. / To understand each desire has an edge, / to know we are responsible for the lives / we change. No faith comes without cost, / no one believes without dying. / Now for the first time I see clearly the trail you planted, / what ground opened to waste, / though you dreamed a wealth / of flowers. / There are no curses—only mirrors / held up to the souls of gods and mortals. / And so I give up this fate, too. Believe in yourself, / go ahead—see where it gets you." --- Rita DoveJorge López Llorente 's LinksMentions:Alien Buddha PressSuburban WitchcraftDavid LynchJoseph Heinrich BeuysThe Archetypal Artist: Reimagining Creativity and the Call to CreateDan BrownFinnegan's WakeLauren MarkhamPaul AusterParis ReviewCaroline PolachekGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound.