Saturday, July 22, 2006

Frozen Flowers of the Soul

EVERYTHING WAS SMOOTHLY WORKING.
HOPE
INJECTING CRYSTAL METAPHORS INTO MY HEART.


COLOR CODED LORDS OF HELL
MELTED INTO MOUNTAINS.
HEATED BY THE WIND.


DRIVEN BY A THOUSAND FORMS
OF
SOMETHING NEW
AND
UNCONVENTIONAL
LIFE WAS SPLIT APART
MY WAR ECONOMY STILLED.


IN THE SUPERNATURAL WORLD
THE HARNESS SHED
SHAPES SHIFTED
THE GARDEN GREW MASKS
TORN MIRRORS OF IMPERMANENCE
REVEALED THE POEM OF GOD.


IN THE MIDDLE OF SOME NOWHERE
IN THE WAIST-DEEP SNOW
I MET YOU WHERE
THE WORLD WAS HOLY
I LOVED YOU WHERE
THE FLESH IS HOME.


I'LL NEVER KNOW
WHAT REALLY FAILED ME
YOU CAN'T SEE ME
I CAN'T SEE YOU.


LET ME WRITE
THE CLEAN AND DISTANT.
HOW I
FEAR THE CORNHOLE
OF THE SOUL.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The Beats

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Beat Poets Reunite in Aspen
July 16th, 2006 at 11:25pm Keith Hemstreet 8

Young and old packed Zele Café Sunday night for The Hudson Reed Ensemble's performance of “The Beats…together again.” Those who ventured to the coffee shop were treated to an impassioned performance of seven poems complemented by a bassist who very nicely accentuating each poem’s mood.

Jack Kerouac, played by Kim Nuzzo, opened the reading, introduced himself as the “author of twenty novels, including On The Road.” With thick gray hair, a flannel shirt and raspy voice, it was easy to imagine that this man may in fact be Jack in his fifties, had he lived.

Jack introduced his old buddy, Allen Ginsberg as “the poet with an FBI file three feet thick.” Ginsberg, played by Ed Foran, recited “Sunflower Sutra,” a wonderful poem inspired by a hungover morning spent with Kerouac on the San Francisco docks.

Undoubtedly the most convincing of the characters was William S. Burroughs, played by Gary Morabito. Gaunt, with silver hair and black rimmed glasses, Morabito delivered a chilling excerpt from “Naked Lunch,” the book some consider to be Burroughs’ masterpiece.

Hunched slightly, eyes to the sky, Morabito began, “The Naked Lunch is a blueprint, a how-to book...how-to extend levels of experience by opening the door at the end of a long hall…”

Jack recited his poem, “The Scripture of the Golden Eternity,” a detailing of the time he briefly lost consciousness and was gifted a look into the hereafter. Kathy Pelowski performed Diane di Prima’s “Life Chant” and Lee Sullivan, who played Lawrence Ferlinghetti, recited two poems, “Christ Climbed Down” and “A Buddha in the Woodpile.”

“The Beats…together again” will be preformed again at Zele Café on July 30, 9:00 PM.

For more information, see the Aspen Post Calendar.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

The Face


Breath of nauseous caverns
Caked into me
Hideous smile on the slit throat mannequin
I look down to see my body
suspended above
the words and silence
Yessa gonna sing that song

A spelunker into my underworld
I make a mental list
to count dreams
not the time
Gritty toothed Jesus at the fountain of forgiveness
Ruffled looks at the unsettling neighbors of nadderdumb
Berry picker prophets in the briar patch
Tiny nativity scenes in private places
A grotto devoted to our ruination


Is death like going over a waterfall?
Everytime a bird sings
Does someone fall?
I got the vases full of summer flowers
Inside each eye a window opens
Yessa gonna sing that song

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

THE BEATS

The Hudson Reed Ensemble, Aspen’s Resident Acting Company, is gearing up for several very different and entertaining programs this summer which are all free to the community.

First off is THE BEAT POETS REUNION performing at Zele coffee house. This half-hour program highlights the socially provocative & insightful poetry of the “Beat” poets of the 50’s …the fathers and mothers of the Hippie Movement. Beat Poets featured are: Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Diane di Prima, William S. Burroughs and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Played by Ed Foran, Kim Nuzzo ,Kathy Pelowski, Gary Morabito and Lee Sullivan. Performing on Sundays, July 16th and 30th at 9 p.m. at the Zele Cafe…121 South Galena. It will be VERY COOL DADDY

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

MAGPIES IN A DARKENED ROOM

BEHIND HEAVEN'S
MINIMUM DEEP SECRET QUALITY STANDARDS,
I
COLLABORATE
WITH LUSH, WILD WORDS,
REST MY WEARY HEAD ON THE LOVING HEART
OF THE SKY,
STAY AWAKE,
UNCONVERTED AND INDIFFERENT
TO ANY OLD DOGMATISM,
WANDERING
IN MY HOLY WEAKNESSES
FROM DEAD GODS TO FLOWING DELIGHT.

WHEN SUMMER DOGS ARE BARKING
AND
ALL THE CLOWNS
ARE CAUGHT UP IN MYSTERY
IT'S ALL I CAN DO
TO ABANDON MY PRIMAL DESIRES
WITH CHEAP SLOGANS
AND
POEMS THAT ARE WRITTEN IN TONGUES.