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Hermit d' Frag - For Don Van Vliet -  Im gonna make a gumbo Then Im gonna lay low might even make a sofa chair from the purple plush of a merc montclair going to drive up to palomar going to lay low jabber with sal mineo make some righteous gumbo.

THIS IS A SATRICAL PIECE. SOME OF THE TECHNOLOGIES AND ALL OF THE STATISTICS ARE MADE UP FOR EFFECT. WHEN COMPOSED, THE AUTHOR DID NOT FORSEE THE FUTURE OF WEB STRIDING LANGUAGE MODELS. In the era of the Stasi there was an overarching NSA style apparatus. Projections  were mainly of 'grays and dour greens.' Citizen informants were networked nodes. These were the browser cookies of the time. But they were embedded not in a browser but in a physical world. This was when humans were computers, or computers were humans , have it as you will. It may have been an apex of sorts, though "the jury is still out." The platform as you might say was East Germany, or GDR  (1946-1990). Then and there was created an internet of spies, detecting on their neighbors – on each other – with fault tolerance, high availability and cyclical redundancy checking. Psychological Zesetung, or Brainwave Decomposition, was a common application type. There were 8 Stasi agents for every 5 citize...

I. IN THE DAYS OF PIERRE DELLA FRANCESCA, SAYS THE TIMES, THE COSMOLOGIES OF SCIENCE AND RELIGION WERE STILL RECONCILABLE. A BIG LAND SUB LIKE A TROJAN HORSE OR A WIENER MOBILE WOULD TRAVERSE THE TOWNS DRIVEN BY SCIENTISTS AND PRIESTS BOTH.

Jeff Hull Gumbo variations | 450 Harrison Ave #43 Boston MA 02118 Kingston Gallery (call for times 617.423.4113) Click to access a brief film of Hull's  drawings.

There were a couple of good  'poetry-inspired' commls a few years ago.. then it became a rote meme - blah and destroyer of poesy. I think with this Super Bowl Commercial, Great Muse Bob Dylan took back the metre! Yeah, again, Bob !

Elvis was riding his last summer in limousine through Madison Wisconsin and on a corner he saw two high school kids fighting. he said 'stop the car' got out put up his fists threw some karate fakes and he said c'mon i'll take you both on. they looked at him a king robed in splendor they couldn't consider it they couldn't hit Elvis. so he says  see! there's no need to fight! now shake hands. i got a show tonight.  -Jack Vaughan, 1977 When I was visiting my old home town of Racine, Wis. in the summer of 1977, I was standing on Main St one night with some friends, and one tells me the recent story of Elvis, in Madison, stopping a street fight. Maybe a month later on a similar summer night in Eureka Calif (Robert Cray and Albert Collins were playing), again with Wisconsin friends, there came the word that Elvis died. Somewhere along the way I started writing this poem. I was looking for a picture of El...

A superbowl half time dream I dreamed Oh boy Lord buckeley Horray for snodgrass It was great! Im doing a review of the alternative super bowl half time show It dint happen But god There they were The big rodeo cowboys came in It was such a gas There were the boggs There was The street singers rube wadell and Trudell pitched in too – john trudell with the whole sick crew With kevin costner playing the part of rube in a graveyard of odd shaped footballs Hitting flyballs to britney spears Where Mouths were agape How would they react to leonard cohen in fact? When he started doing sail on ship of state america And that world wearniness kicked in like a zamboni driver on a cake It just grew and grew up from the lungs And all the particpants were wondering some Katos were flying and the holy modals sang ah lordy my man And then came the South Mississippi All Star Marching Band With the North Mississipi All Stars too Their knees pumping Their heads rocking ...