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!
"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.
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!
"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 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.