Wow, "50 Years Ago: The Rolling Stones Urinate in Public". That headline
speaks volumes about either the "rock" culture or the press in general ...
most likely both.
Also, it looks like this post was missed by most, or all, of you, as for
some of the inspiration/referencing of the "Sassanna" poem (which was
written and published over 20 years ago, btw, and so my memory isn't perfect
Why does the scene change, and who
is pissing on the wall, you or the chick?
The bum from the soup kitchen who'd vomited in the garbage cans beside the
freshly painted porch earlier that afternoon.
This line I read this morning from the poet/artist Mabel Dodge stirred my
memory and reminded me what the garbage reference must have been an homage
"The cleanest smell of decaying fish and elm trees in the air..."
She was referring to Provincetown Rhode Island, where all the Free-Verser
aka Revolt poets and artists started spending their summers starting in
I was obviously (it seems so clear now) echoing Leonard Cohen's
"She shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers."
Anyway, I'll get back to Mabel Dodge shortly, and probably will be looking
for the poem "The Story of a Lover" by one of the revolting ones, Hutchins
Hapgood, who would verily make a great "poet of the day" either today or
most any other day.
A sampling of his work, from the book I'm reading, apparently:
The song that we sing is the death of your day
The sledge that we swing is the smash of your sway
Blow after blow until you chains let go
And the hold of your gold gives way.
And so it went.
"Art and life are subjective. Not everybody's gonna dig what I dig, but I
reserve the right to dig it." -Whoopi Goldberg
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