Sunday, March 29, 2015

Mools of woosta

Mools of woosta
Full with gold watches
Mools of woosta
Full with gold watches
Epigrammatists marching
Through the blue land of milled cotton

Cry me back mother
I'll pay the black piper
Cry me back mother
I'll pay the black piper
And tip the bearded lady
Dreaming of my sweet cake shortening

My sweet dumb crumbly cake
In woosta in the wake
Of the parade. 
                       - Jack Vaughan


The February 17, 1967 issue of Life. In which Ed Sanders appears along with Yevgeny Yevtushencko, F. Lee Bailey, Lauren Hutton and Lou Alcindor. The cover story concerns Happenings, the experimental art of the emerging "Other Culture" as writer Barry Farrell discovers it in London, Tokyo and New York.  In Clearly, there is something happening - as the blue borders of Life slurp down in Pollack slashes across the insert foto. With trade-mark good humor, Sanders is awaiting trial on obscenity charges related to the Peace Eye Bookstore and Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts.  The magazine is not mentioned by name, nor is Sanders' group, The Fugs. Sanders was a central figure in the 1960s Avant-garde scene of New York City for activity in music, poetry, publishing, film and performance poetry (perf-po). (Thanks to Jeff Hull.)

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Disgorged – I was spit out really

Disgorged – I was spit out really.
Out from the modern streaming BART in the tunnel dark. Glen Park!
And up the escalator into the night.
Where it's a street it’s a neighborhood and the families and friends are re configuring at the end of the day.
It is different than the bing-magneto-voucher-spoot tube.
It is end of the week, the kids from ballet. To pick up some tamales. The couple to the Friday tryst. And this Chrysler Van pulls up – I'd been forewarned.
Got four doors.
Bumps up comically on the curb, really.
And Jim and Dave in the front, with Jeff and me now in the back, will make a infinite loop of cosmic spark. - Jack Vaughan

Metropolis my Lionel Set

Metropolis, my Lionel set
Grim patriot city in the basement 
Of my dream.
Spooling out with your chutes of Subways
and little slaloms  of Ribboned Trucking Road.
Lets freeze frame the whole thing 
and Like Johnnie Williams sing
Let's do it in slow motion now
In the city of the future
that I must traverse.
- Jack Vaughan, Mar 2015

Monday, March 16, 2015

Blow, storm

This is an interesting bit about staging Shakespeare. What I like about it is the way the stagehands describe their art. Their job is to conjure a storm, and part of the art is to leave leave space for the actors and the audience. Another part of the art is to leave aural room, that is, to leave space for the storm to grow. This reminds me of Jelly Roll Morton admonition not to fill the glass full. If you fill it full, you cant add more. Works across all of the arts. - Jack Vaughan