Also, I read Jim Carroll's Living at the Movies, a book of his poetry. He's most famous for The Basketball Diaries, which I have not yet read. That diary is most famous for its movie adaptation, which I have not yet seen. Aside from a small bash on Brautigan, Living at the Movies is a wonderful sprawl of nitty-gritty New York poetry. Jim Carroll's obvious draw is from Frank O'Hara, the Beats, and the Frisco Renaissance crowd. He also released a few albums with his own band, something kind of like Lou Reed, ACDC, David Bowie, with Dylan-esque phantasmic spirit.
Some albums taken by the Mirror of Truth during the Evening of Truth:
One
Two
Three
Four
Here are some notes for reading pleasure:
What to expect baby deer?
What to expect in the deep forest?
There are hides! They hide the life!
Or bring it out in the most crafty, exquisite of motions!
Just leaves in the wind--bristle blower holder open!
Leaves hold the doors open, trying to get in--it's like a marquee of stock brokers on Wall Street after the crash.
Did you figure out zee wall???
Cracks in the wall open up as you walk closer. Worlds open up to your vision. Close your eyes and understand the same with your ears.
Seventeen forever is a world in it's own. Would call it limiting but hey, never done the thing myself and who has? Maybe a stasis happening somewhere, to somebody!
Which came first, the fire or the sunrise?
The sunrise came first, then fire just wanted to be it.
Blue Hairy ocean.
I was sipping on the sun.
I thought I was drinking by the glum.
It was just the moon shinin'.
Particles of Paint
I gotta go check and see if there are particles of paint in my pubes.
Get in the zone. Snotto zone.
