There we were, my spirit guide and I, on the western road without a map. And before we could transfer my residual wisdom offshore, my old hitman jumped down from a passing train and offered me a bullet.
You could have composed this disjointed katzenjammer in 1956, and performed it at City Lights Bookshop. You have joined the beat tribe here - Ferlinghetti, Kerouac, Corso, Cassaday, Ginsburg, and San Diego. Here is one of my favorite from Gregory Corso :Transformations and Escape. You will feel right at home. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46370/transformation-escape.
I couldn't make heads or tails of most of Residual Wisdom ( too old for it) , but these lines were superb: "All wires red." "...the drive-through ambulance..." "All the papers say terror when they mean buy more stuff" "I married a typewriter". Keep 'em coming, genius!
That's a good one by Corso. As for not making heads or tails, that's okay. I'm not sure it has those things. Riffing. Thanks for reading and commenting, Sharron!
"And best of all, my old friends, the gypsy merchants of bygone magical ages who give me a lift when my legs refuse to march, still accept the expired card of my life." Every line is quotable but this one makes me smile.
Keep thinking these odd numbered thoughts, Victor.
"All the papers say terror when they mean buy more stuff. All the haberdashers create a new vital hat."; "...a house that spells prison backwards". Awesome metaphors in this one. As my stepson would say, that is some sick writing. And yes, a nice contrast to last week's piece. Sweet and savory. Two great tastes, etc. I'm rambling. Nice way to get the morning started, though. My coffee is grateful for the assistance. Cheers.
Allright for your stepson! And glad you liked the contrast. Who knows where I'll go back to next time? (not even me) Thanks for checking it out, Mike, and tell your coffee okay and cheers for me. And for you, too, of course.:)
You could have composed this disjointed katzenjammer in 1956, and performed it at City Lights Bookshop. You have joined the beat tribe here - Ferlinghetti, Kerouac, Corso, Cassaday, Ginsburg, and San Diego. Here is one of my favorite from Gregory Corso :Transformations and Escape. You will feel right at home. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46370/transformation-escape.
I couldn't make heads or tails of most of Residual Wisdom ( too old for it) , but these lines were superb: "All wires red." "...the drive-through ambulance..." "All the papers say terror when they mean buy more stuff" "I married a typewriter". Keep 'em coming, genius!
That's a good one by Corso. As for not making heads or tails, that's okay. I'm not sure it has those things. Riffing. Thanks for reading and commenting, Sharron!
"Well, I didn’t take the bait and instead coughed myself back to that dusty intersection where the blues were born." So good, Victor!
And I bet you know exactly where that intersection is, James. Down by your neck of the woods for sure. Thanks for indulging my whacky!
"And best of all, my old friends, the gypsy merchants of bygone magical ages who give me a lift when my legs refuse to march, still accept the expired card of my life." Every line is quotable but this one makes me smile.
Keep thinking these odd numbered thoughts, Victor.
I'll try although I get into even numbered ones at times, too. Thanks for the reading and the commenting, Jim. !!
"All the papers say terror when they mean buy more stuff. All the haberdashers create a new vital hat."; "...a house that spells prison backwards". Awesome metaphors in this one. As my stepson would say, that is some sick writing. And yes, a nice contrast to last week's piece. Sweet and savory. Two great tastes, etc. I'm rambling. Nice way to get the morning started, though. My coffee is grateful for the assistance. Cheers.
Allright for your stepson! And glad you liked the contrast. Who knows where I'll go back to next time? (not even me) Thanks for checking it out, Mike, and tell your coffee okay and cheers for me. And for you, too, of course.:)