Jean-Louis Wept
Dec03

Jean-Louis Wept

“I cried in the Cathedral of the Savior to hear the choir boys sing a gorgeous old thing, while angels seemed to be hovering around—” Jack Kerouac, “Big Trip to Europe” Jean-Louis wept Affects and effects Choir boys sang Sending a pang In lonesome heart Romanesque art Lonesome travels One unravels Cezanne’s greens Baptistery scenes Smokyblue hills Rust reds fulfill Road visions Vermouth rhythms Lucid liquid diamond Infants...

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Lonesome Thanksgiving
Nov27

Lonesome Thanksgiving

from: Our Year in Downtown Red Yesterday’s sunshine and spectacular seventy degrees are replaced by rapidly plummeting temperatures and the forecast for Thanksgiving: a nor’easter that may include inches of snow. I hope that storm goes way out to sea, so travelers and families and friends can celebrate a happy holiday without worry about the weather and driving. Robert and I look forward to his lovely sister’s traditional Mayflower...

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San Juan de la Cruz
Nov05

San Juan de la Cruz

  . . .  “who studied . . . St. John of the Cross . . . ” [i]     His aloneness in a dungeon Imprisoned in cruel Spanish cell Con-tem-pla-tive and silent hell Meditative knees he fell Light and dark thus intertwined Lead to poetry sublime Ecstasy and agony Suffered his cross In crucified reality Found the light In deepest darkest night The obscure night of the soul Forever in eternity be told Mystic poet, mystic saint...

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Francis Thompson
Oct20

Francis Thompson

“Francis Thompson (!)” i “My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap. My days have crackled and gone up in smoke, Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.” “The Hound of Heaven” by Francis Thompson   Soul chaste First chastised by a chase Through London laudanum haze and haste Up and down and down and out Stop to have another taste Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide ii On this side of the great divide The hound and...

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Saint Francis
Oct07

Saint Francis

“I love St. Francis of Assisi as well as anybody in the world.” Desolation Angels Once a sybarite youth and reveler Dreams and visions and change of heart Lepers and beggars fevered new start Francis set to restore his Father’s house He threw and flung church gold away Bernardone beat and locked he stayed Francis turned from father’s ways And stood there humble, pure, and bare He wed himself to poverty and fast as fare To gain heaven...

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The Kid from Red Bank
Sep16

The Kid from Red Bank

“Count Basie’s swing arrangements are not blaring, but they contain more drive, more power, and more thrill than the loudest gang of corn artists can acquire by blowing their horns apart.” i Jack Kerouac Count, bink-bink! The Kid from Red Bank On the River Navesink Red Bank Boogie One O’Clock Jump Stomp and stamp and stump the band Give the man a mighty hand Tinkling keys Fats Waller knees William Basie’s simple swing Keep your flashy...

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Literature
Sep11

Literature

“ . . . companionship . . . definition of literature . . .” i Jack Kerouac In memory of Patrick and Paul Let me reach for another book And another and another Let me climb that ladder That soars up high As I reach for another and another book Not any old book But books that speak to my soul And tell me I have traveled this road before you And as Thoreau said “If it is not a tragical life we live, then I know not what to call it” And...

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Tristessa
Sep03

Tristessa

Tristessa Black tresses Dirty dresses You mess-a Mucha lucha, Muchacha, señorita Esperanza Junk is a drag “It is a way of life.” i Just ask BOOL No gains, all loss (Not everyone as smart as old Harvard Lee, anthropologist) Junk is called junk because it is junk “They all looked like junk.” ii Hope is gone, Esperanza Replaced with junk Sickness Hopelessness Tristessa Junk is a drag Junkies are a drag Goodbye peachy coffee complexion...

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