randomWalks: i seen cupid's span

(since feeling is first)

(e.e. cummings)

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,

and kisses are a better fate

than wisdom

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

—the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Posted by: wishes blogger wasn't broke | December 25, 2002 2:04 PM

you nutso!

this isn't even real haiku. study the art form you wank!

i like the e.e. cummings stuff, tho. sweeeeet.

how do you like your blue eyed boy now, mr. death.

wankers.

Posted by: kessler | December 25, 2002 2:05 PM

I'm a wanker, yes.

When I masturbate it makes

a mess - how 'bout you,

kess, does your poo not stink? I

think you should give it a res'.

Posted by: jonny toxxxic | December 25, 2002 2:30 PM

KEN KESEY: I was in DC and when I got the message, I thought of two things. I thought of my son going over a cliff and Bill Graham sending a thousand bucks to put a thing up on the hill that points in all directions in Oregon so that you can always find your direction on the top of that hill. And I thought of one more thing. It's a little heavy, but that's what it's about! Nobody else reaches across the distance and puts their hand on your shoulders about this shit. And that's good man, for a long time reaching across. When you guys played Brokedown Palace at that gig, I knew - Shit! This is the Grateful Dead telling me about my son! It's as big time as it gets. And old Bill knew it! You know? He knew it! He knew it! And the other thought, the second thought, the warrior thought, the hard thought, the final thought, which is that we ain't many. In any given situation, there is always gonna be more dumb people than smart people! We ain't many. And the second thought was this poem by e.e. cummings, a simple old poem that goes:

Buffalo Bill's

defunct

who used to

ride a watersmooth-silver

stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

Jesus

he was a handsome man

and what i want to know is

how do you like your blueeyed boy

Mister Death

Posted by: jonny toxxxic | December 25, 2002 3:01 PM

what i want to know is, is there a illuminata of all the great shrine worthy things kesey and cummings did in their cold rundown shacks in the snow?

because what we need is to take the poetry out of poetry and put the reason for it back in.

too many people running around with their heads cut off asking questions about the simple things, stead of letting the simple things work the way they should.

and you know this. man.

Posted by: d fresh | December 25, 2002 5:05 PM

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