Roll the Dice. Go All The Way
a poem by Charles Bukowski
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if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.
The art of not reading
all in
furthermore, her so-and-so sensor swells
up
pouring sunlight
from wells words make her magic spells;
grunts and a precious shrug.
where’s a gargoyle when you need one?
or two in december?
foul mouth made em popular
remember?
i have to say i have a damn good reason for
whatever
we're calling it
this season
(The wide leg or the skinny)
Slippin, Slippin, Slippin, Into the Future
Hit Song (Should I Apologize?)
Funny looking trying love on, getting along
listening in, communing with animated water songs
Supreme Beings in various sizes and shapes, super cephalopods, real mermaids, diving air bubbles turning into grapes.
Prune palms
Should I apologize ?
it's blunt poetry ever coming on so get with it - it's provocative, it's a hit song about people getting along around about the honey on yr qtip
Get wet by the earful in the meanwhile
Now the immediate timeless
Living words conspired
Funny lookin
trance fixed
Life - whatever - it exists
Worldly wordly worthy vessel
am the chainlink tongue and telepathic eye
go see the miles and flower pop cycles
be exuberant enter the din of yr rivals
Blonde twins - now I've got yr attention -
some of them seem to be kissing
generally gorgeous genitals leaping room to room
to be of use to be involved according to an elaborate blueprint
The vast multitude of reactions are fuel
for the living cell (you know why it sings)
visualize water tracking down the invisible
starlight life working all the parts in all the systems
Even middle-aged stars are crucial in this instant
LIGHT becomes LIFE through you and theyme turning the wheels of existence
EE
Determined, a color
Magnificent mistakes, you are perfect making lemonade
in the summer when my cheekbones pick up yr movements
and i read yr books piled in the corner pacing, once removed
i’m feeling this affirmative feeling for the nations facing what I used to be consumed
i commend all who can cope right imperfectly
this suffering of harmony discord
this hazard of unity natal
i commend all who can be born
Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit
Elena Holly | Western & Bop | Tokyo, Japan
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Notes on Big Chief Tablet
Notes on Big Chief Tablet
big chief tablet curses from deep reservation reruns (home on the o-range)
Underground undergrad
Under the conscious yellow sub reflecting the sun
Big chief turquoise tablet curses from submerged verses written in tantric cities - bet - jumping jacks swallowed lozenges from deep Discontinuity
it's a gasGasgas in the tank top bottle neck basalt in the land of
milk and honey
Watching the woozy wobbly manly fall
filling her pages with all the world's mages
(she changes nature)…
weve been living through your internet - Geronimo
Is Is Everywhere
Of course I mean we
In the middle of all this
Lava lava automatahari
Ultra revolutionary hi jinks
Smuggled from the storeroom treasury:
On trees money grows
In God's country by a cabin on a meadow
With horses overheard if you listen
And look around, you'll be smitten.
The whole secret story is is everywhere
If you deep enough dig, grip the shakes
Good look on the listen makes
Is is everywhere
(and you're in it)
Hold the Line
Notes on The Cowboys of the Body Politic Megastar (hys·ter·e·ses : candle chamber ferromagnetic)
From ancient arc hive:
I.
two counterpoints throw two parades in their honor - it causes confusion
but they offer a prepared solution and act as if they are surprised
overscheduled and overworked
overextended and overtired
before leaping mountain to mountain without wires
lawgiving televised pawnshops which once guided synthetic gents power lose
and thereupon aristocratic tibia fibia marrowmoan
the salesgirls triumph and howl upriver
a common exhilaration, pessimists!
but we are not trapped under ice or space gloom!
II.
O Meg, aspire
the machine can barely move
unzip it unlock it send more mysteries
Re solve
Decipher
Code talk conjured with fiery handprint in a collage sniffing glue, with characters bending spoons swallowing silver mouths so lo mein mnemonic
So hot omega spire
and needless to say - send it across the wire / women watching bobbing weaving screaming
The good page if just for a second maybe.
it.is.you golden aged n' wired to be found again
at the beginning of time maybe.it.is
you holding signs in a labyrinth getting higher and higher in the same staged stain-time
O Meg burn the midnight oil for the cowboys for the body politic, megastar
or anti-thief - heads have had it, hearts and love knots; grief.
the full moon frisky blister stetson says
the emperor is nude and fiddling
with human life expectancy, drugstore complexions,
the tale of the phoenician possum and jetson
III.
the holy go spell with those tongue-teeth n' with those tongue-teeth tongue-tongue she told me
tongue-tongue three realities this week tongue-tongue
say playfully: tongue-teeth tongue-tongue, reiterate and define by me
the mesmerizing sunrise as it commences;
precious we are born and can see
where this canyon was formed, where this fire started;
can smell the salty manic abdomen arabesque, primal and fine / divine n' full of confusion;
hand in hand of time - it is forever brief -
of time I give but blood at night for these victories...
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river sliver teaspoon park (reparations)
sensory achieved overload, lonesome poems, fire ants, state-nations unbound
a lien pipedream got old like the War on Ugly and Poverty and terra talk turkey
and you know: explosions and punch fundamentally infinite
catch the infant - look around - see?
they're just doing their jobs just gettin rotten gettin green
assigned to the nipple of a motherwar by the antichairman
who is himself a suspected terrorist fleet
his favorite book is hitler copies, or how to do it better with big business
social experiments shitcoms and chatter - written in the pre-rotary telephone era -
that baby began to grow when they put the nozzle of the nose in blank again
because some lawbreakersarelawmakers who on original syntax choke.
1234 Go!
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Tom Wesselmann
Notes on Nice Elbows
Wine breath on the dark red tongue talk,
you and yr sexy voice box
Speak the word rebellion
ya you and yr kicks yr kinks the stoned music you make,
edging out the programming languages and chemistries
in the heaving crosswalks,
filling all the lungs with grade A oxygen,
standing all hairs on end.
Goosebumps overriding Control
Rewriting the staid sadistic scripts
(More to come…)