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I'm Chris: Poet, lover of academy and porch, sidewalk and turning row. I am looking for everyone discovering her hands and camera trying to overstand the in between.

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"Civilization is entirely the product of phonetic literacy. As it dissolves with the electronic revolution, we rediscover a tribal integral awareness that manifests itself in a complete shift in our sensory lives....This new electronic environment itself constitutes an inner trip, collectively, without benefit of drugs. The impulse to use hallucinogens is a kind of empathy with the electronic environment." - Marshall McLuhan
poetry:

I want to beg of you much as I can to be patient
toward all that’s unsolved in your heart,
and learn to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms, or like books that are
written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you,
because you would not be able to live them,
and the point is to live everything.

Live the question now,
perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.

— Rainer Maria Rilke (via omgitsjpax) (via quote-book) (via exiledsoul) (via poetrynews) (via curate)
Before the Revolution by Lawrence Ferlinghetti presented by George Krevsky GalleryBefore the Revolution by Lawrence Ferlinghetti presented by George Krevsky Gallery
Ray Johnson
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Raven Row

Ray Johnson

Untitled mail art / collage

Raven Row

Poetry Yes 

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There are many signs like this by “acción poética” (poeta: Armando Alanís) in the streets of Monterrey MX
                                     Poetry Yes 

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There are many signs like this by “acción poética” (poeta: Armando Alanís) in the streets of Monterrey MX

Poetry Yes via gabojor There are many signs like this by “acción poética” (poeta: Armando Alanís) in the streets of Monterrey MX

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funeralface:

fizzzzy:passthemike:


One of my favorite movies.


oh captain my captain

bawled.

spacecowboysfloat:

lackadaisical:

funeralface:

fizzzzy:passthemike:


One of my favorite movies.


oh captain my captain

bawled.

spacecowboysfloat:

lackadaisical:

funeralface:

fizzzzy:passthemike:

One of my favorite movies.

oh captain my captain

bawled.

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

~ Jack Kerouac (via gatekeeper) (via spacecowboysfloat)
James Baldwin & Allen Ginsberg
Albion Bookstore
Amherst, MA. March 22, 1986
(photographer unknown)
Allen Ginsberg ProjectJames Baldwin & Allen Ginsberg
Albion Bookstore
Amherst, MA. March 22, 1986
(photographer unknown)
Allen Ginsberg Project

James Baldwin & Allen Ginsberg

Albion Bookstore

Amherst, MA. March 22, 1986

(photographer unknown)

Allen Ginsberg Project

Thurston Moore speaking about William Burroughs at St Mark’s Poetry Project
Naked Lunch @ 50 in New York, 7 October 2009…
Photo: Andre Perkowski
via Naked Lunch @ 50Thurston Moore speaking about William Burroughs at St Mark’s Poetry Project
Naked Lunch @ 50 in New York, 7 October 2009…
Photo: Andre Perkowski
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Thurston Moore speaking about William Burroughs at St Mark’s Poetry Project

Naked Lunch @ 50 in New York, 7 October 2009…

Photo: Andre Perkowski

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“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.”

Steven Wright

Steven Wright

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Poetry as tonic, #7: Tony Hoagland

thos-wm-dorman:

psychotherapy:

I Have News for You

There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
as a symbol of ruined childhood

and there are people who don’t interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.

There are people who don’t walk past an empty swimming pool
and think about past pleasures irrecoverable

and then stand there blocking the sidewalk for other pedestrians.
I have read about a town somewhere in California where human beings

do not send their tuberous feeder roots
deep into the potting soil of others’ emotional lives

as if they were greedy six-year-olds
sucking the last half inch of milkshake up through a noisy straw;

and other persons in the Midwest who can kiss without
unpacking the imperialist baggage of heterosexuality.

Do you see that creamy, lemon-yellow moon?
There are some people, unlike me and you,

who do not yearn after love or fame or quantities of money as
unattainable as that moon;

Thus, they do not later
have to waste more time
defaming the object of their former ardor.

Or consequently run and crucify themselves
in some solitary midnight Starbucks Golgotha.

I have news for you:
there are people who get up in the morning and cross a room

and open a window to let the sweet breeze in
and let it touch them all over their faces and bodies.

- Tony Hoagland

i total love this. it’s true.
austinkleon:
Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, and the Computeraustinkleon:
Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, and the Computer
“Language,” William S. Burroughs reminded us, “is a virus from outer space.” Performance artist Laurie Anderson adds, “That’s why I’d rather hear your name than see your face.” This metaphor captures beautifully both the power and the danger presented by the task of communicating the “flux of wholeness,” as Heather Raikes describes the rheomode.
Raikes’ use of the rheomode suggests that technology might be seen not just as a channel for communication and performance, but more radically as the environment in which subjects serve as conduits for experience.   A virus operates autonomously, without human intervention. It attaches itself to a host and feeds off of it, growing and spreading from host to host. Language infects us; its power derives not from its straightforward ability to communicate or persuade but rather from this infectious nature, this power of bits of language to graft itself onto other bits of language, spreading and reproducing, using human beings as hosts.
xxx“Language,” William S. Burroughs reminded us, “is a virus from outer space.” Performance artist Laurie Anderson adds, “That’s why I’d rather hear your name than see your face.” This metaphor captures beautifully both the power and the danger presented by the task of communicating the “flux of wholeness,” as Heather Raikes describes the rheomode.
Raikes’ use of the rheomode suggests that technology might be seen not just as a channel for communication and performance, but more radically as the environment in which subjects serve as conduits for experience.   A virus operates autonomously, without human intervention. It attaches itself to a host and feeds off of it, growing and spreading from host to host. Language infects us; its power derives not from its straightforward ability to communicate or persuade but rather from this infectious nature, this power of bits of language to graft itself onto other bits of language, spreading and reproducing, using human beings as hosts.
xxx

“Language,” William S. Burroughs reminded us, “is a virus from outer space.” Performance artist Laurie Anderson adds, “That’s why I’d rather hear your name than see your face.” This metaphor captures beautifully both the power and the danger presented by the task of communicating the “flux of wholeness,” as Heather Raikes describes the rheomode.

Raikes’ use of the rheomode suggests that technology might be seen not just as a channel for communication and performance, but more radically as the environment in which subjects serve as conduits for experience.   A virus operates autonomously, without human intervention. It attaches itself to a host and feeds off of it, growing and spreading from host to host. Language infects us; its power derives not from its straightforward ability to communicate or persuade but rather from this infectious nature, this power of bits of language to graft itself onto other bits of language, spreading and reproducing, using human beings as hosts.

xxx

i12bent:

And, as usual, the greatest unloved post on OF from exactly one year ago, Oct. 10, 2008:
Two of Allen Ginsberg’s graphic art pieces from late in his life:
Above: Ballad of the Skeletons, 1996
Below: Untitled, 1998 (an Ouroboros)

i12bent:

And, as usual, the greatest unloved post on OF from exactly one year ago, Oct. 10, 2008:
Two of Allen Ginsberg’s graphic art pieces from late in his life:
Above: Ballad of the Skeletons, 1996
Below: Untitled, 1998 (an Ouroboros)

i12bent:

And, as usual, the greatest unloved post on OF from exactly one year ago, Oct. 10, 2008:

Two of Allen Ginsberg’s graphic art pieces from late in his life:

Above: Ballad of the Skeletons, 1996

Below: Untitled, 1998 (an Ouroboros)