Warning: the Surgeon General Has Determined That Cigarette Smoking Is Dangerous to Your Health

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Schema Poems

( Schema poems are ‘woven’ on a rectangular grid in which syllables of a schematic phrase have been pre-set according to a definite pattern. )

Warning: The Surgeon General has determined that cigarette smoking is dangerous to your health

(A) Cancerous pretender;

Sludgy raw blend of your desired poisons -

It’s what smoking earthier pigments from

jungle turfs will infiltrate into everyday life.

And that makes such a reasonably hazy

way to die!

(B) Justice is earthy as a breeze in January;

when the New York streets drip with

knuckles , etcetera......

Smoking river birds ignite smudged gems .

Hysterical indigents fete decaying ashes

that, flying, spell amusing and hazardous lyrics!

(C) Lusting in dirt from original water pains -

By your leave!

Dissident by itch of smoking bladder -

Sir!

Dig about imagination’s earth,

Or in wombs ever wet.;

Descend that helix which has no nipples!

Patricia Spencer

Her Flute

Dim Auditorium

All mankind is prey to indecipherable pain

So rituals stand against accustomed terrors

Flesh’s terrible properties in action impale hope

Awesome forces assault our meditations without Providing alternative heaven

Rue mortal misflights, or bereaving disaster

Mark the clash of immense hearts

Augmented tastes forbidden to spiritual palates

Transform weak men to warpt devils.

Flames over rivers, fingers of salvation’s implicit Hell.

Through mysterious and dark indications

Have I spoken out against arrows

Shot to targets fleeing down rivers

Disordered by the ocean’s immense haze.

Ye mighty forces directing all the forms of poetics to obsure ends,

Urge your tremendous flames to breathe their power

Into passion’s image hoard.

Autumn qualities subtract

Hidden little sparks of light

Nature, amending blue thought-tracks

Of tears by flowing to rivers, or by

Diverting directions of pained hearts

Comfort of mysteries

All mankind loves speculation

On diverse matters and hypotheses.

What must, then, be the agony of

All those who do not understand

How societies rituals are sinister

Computations of ways to hinder

Wonder and magic in life?

MUSICAL FRAGMENTS

Morning

The trodden rose, the reddening morn,

Adorning nodes of thorn-knots

Torn from zones of dying earth.

The door stands ajar; the tenor north

Sighs with odes, with dawn tones

Drawn from sodden Fall’s erring dens

O’er knotted waves, lakes and coves

Winging above desolate knolls

Wrens darting on roads of fire.

II.

Euphony

Music Is A Direct Window Opening Onto The Soul

Muses Aid Echoing Tone’s Night Blue Toll

Blues Ache Enlisting Torrents

Of Astonishing New Tone Language;

Broad Wake From Endless Singing

Trembling Ashen Gongs

III

And Through Love Only

And through love only

Faithful remain

The which to by sea

By the river remain,

It’s flowing source

And do proof of through love

And do proof of through flowing only

To some remain, a flowing sea

Of proof do, and existence sure

Have love through others

By flowing only

Only by flowing to sea

Through love, and through love only

Do we, as the only faithful river

Have sure proof, which will remain faithful

Which will faithful remain

Some faithful which

As , by the sea,

Will a river remain

And through love only

Faithful remain

The which to by sea

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IV.

LOVE ECHOED THROUGH THE WOODS

...... (i)......

Love

Echoed through

The woods;

Love

Echoed

Through the woods;

Love echoed

Through the woods;

Love

Echoed through

The woods;

Love

Echoed

Through the woods;

Love echoed

Through the woods;

Love

Echoed through

The woods;

Love

Echoed

Through the woods;

Love echoed

Through the woods;

Love

Echoed through

The woods;

Love

Echoed

Through the woods;

Love echoed

Through the woods;

Love

Echoed

Love

Echoed;love

Echoed

Love

Echoed

Love

Echoed;love

Echoed

Love

Echoed

Love

Echoed;love

Echoed

Love

Echoed

Love

Echoed;love

Echoed

...... (ii)......

Through

The woods on

Summer days, through

The woods the sun’s

Rays;

Through the woods

On summer

Days,

Through

The woods

The sun’s rays.

Through

The woods on

Summer days, through

The woods the sun’s

Rays;

Through the woods

On summer

Days,

Through

The woods

The sun’s rays.

Through

The woods on

Summer days, through

The woods the sun’s

Rays;

Through the woods

On summer

Days,

Through

The woods

The sun’s rays.

Through

The woods on

Summer days, through

The woods the sun’s

Rays;

Through the woods

On summer

Days,

Through

The woods

The sun’s rays.

Through

The woods, through

The woods

Through the woods; through

The woods, through

The woods

Through the woods; through

The woods, through

The woods

Through the woods; through

The woods, through

The woods

Through the woods; through

The woods, through

The woods

Through the woods

The woods

Woods

woods

woods.

.....(iii)......

The warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Rays,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflecting

The Sun Rays,

Refrac-

Ted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the Sun's

Rays.

The warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Rays,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflecting

The Sun Rays,

Refrac-

Ted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the Sun's

Rays.

The warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Rays,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflecting

The Sun Rays,

Refrac-

Ted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the Sun's

Rays.

The warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Rays,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflecting

The Sun Rays,

Refrac-

Ted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the Sun's

Rays.

The warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Rays, reflecting

The sun’s

Rays, reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Ray’s reflecting

The sun’s

Rays, reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Ray’s reflecting

The sun’s

Rays, reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Ray’s reflecting

The sun’s

Rays, reflec-

Ting the sun’s

Ray’s reflecting

The sun’s

Rays, reflec-

Ting the sun’s rays, the sun’s

rays, the sun’s

rays, the sun’s rays.

.....(iv)......

Echoing

Love, the sun’s

Rays rafrac-

Ting the warm haze,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s rays

Reflec-

Ted through

The woods echoing love;

Echoing

Love, the sun’s

Rays rafrac-

Ting the warm haze,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s rays

Reflec-

Ted through

The woods echoing love;

Echoing

Love, the sun’s

Rays rafrac-

Ting the warm haze,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s rays

Reflec-

Ted through

The woods echoing love;

Echoing

Love, the sun’s

Rays rafrac-

Ting the warm haze,

Refracted the warm

Haze reflec-

Ting the sun’s rays

Reflec-

Ted through

The woods echoing love;

Echoing love

The sun’s

Rays reflec-

Ted the sun’s

Rats, reflected

The sun’s

Rays reflec-

Ted the sun’s

Rats, reflected

The sun’s

Rays reflec-

Ted the sun’s

Rats, reflected

The sun’s

Rays reflec-

Ted the sun’s

Rats, reflected

The sun's rays.

Through the woods

Love

Echoed,

Love

Echoed, love

Echoed.

Love

Echoed,

Love

Echoed, love

Echoed.

Love

Echoed,

Love

Echoed, love

Echoed.

Love

Echoed,

Love

Echoed, love

Echoed.

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TABOO POETRY

The Abscess:

by Herve Duchasse

How dearly we paid the cheap sins of youth,

Rusting the pin I twine out of the eye;

I, reeling through slaughter, grunt in my sty

To shatter my kneecaps on splinters of truth.

Oh, thrice-blessed Christ, epileptic of days!

I fondle your pardon: forgive these blood-soaked stumps,

And chew, dear Lord, the dung I pat in lumps

Like the knowing butcher , kissing the skin he flays!

I, once, bumbled in Charleville, I dropp’d my pants!

I, Rimbaud of the age, I vaunted my peter!

To slimy bourgeois scum, deguellase cunt-eaters;

Wide assholes labyrinthing billions of ants!

So tender these ruins, of grief and of remorse

These entrails of snot, tarpits of pisses

How swim the green feces of the colic horse

To touch the tumescent Rose with incorporeal kisses?

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II.

The Kerry Girl

A Bawdy Ballad

by Seamus McGrath

‘Tis mooch Oy’ve wandrrred oe’r this sorrry planet

And mooch Oy’ve seen t’make a poooorrr mun think

And soouferrred grrreatly for the’grrreen uv Oyerrlind

And more then wounce have sold me soul t’ drrrinkk!

Yet nuthin’ will iver compayre

On a stack uv Bibles Oye swayre

With the weee Kerrry garryl

With the glad oye uv payrrrle

To whom Oye gave mee trroth!!

In twenty-thrree Oye lift mee native filledge

In Kerrry wayrre th’bogs flow to th’strrrand

Oye hiked to Doublin, seekin’ fame and forrrtyune

But was castrrrated boy a Black en’Tan!

Then Oye crroyd for me sorrry disgrrace

Yet mee thoughts were all on the face

Of that weee Kerrry garrryl

Wid the sad oye of payrrrl

To whom oye’d given mee trroth!

A litter rreached me from mee Kerrry darrlingh

“Oy’ve learrned you’ve been oonmaned boy Limey dawgs

But since they’ve sent me both your bouncin’ bollocks

You arren’t needed doon herre, in th’ bogs! ”

Then me fate it was sealed foriver

From mee place uv barrth was Oye severred

And thee weee Kerrry garryl

Wid the false oye of payrrl

To whom Oye’d given mee trroth!

REFRAIN:

WHEN

pecker was a’poppin and oye kipt th’ladies hoppin’

Oye could spind the whool night dancin’ and ‘twas Oye what called the tyune;

Oye could diddle with the fiddle and be mellow with the cello,

And toumble wid mee lady-luve though drrrounkker than a lyoon

BUT

WHEN,

THE

deed that’s done on kittens was perrrformed on mee by Brrritons,

And they dropt me off in Sandymount to bleed away to dith,

Then Oye no more could be merrry wid mee Cushla down in Kerrry,

And Oy’ll be a rovin’ vagabond unto me dyin’ brith!

To fill the ourgint need t’make a livin’

Oye sang in charch, at Vispers and Comploine,

The kaindly munks encooridg’d mee to jain them

And drrrown me grrrim froustrrations in their waine

Yet Oye could niver ferrrget

Be the lickerrr iver so wet

Mee weee Kerrry garryl

With the glad teeeth uv parryl

To whom Oye’d given me trroth

Woun Sounday morn Oye came so full ov’boozin’

That Oye wuz pissin’’ h’wiskey in me pants,

Nor knew that Oye wuz singin’ darrrty ditties’

While the faetherz’ were singin’ their Grrregorrian

chants!

For mee brist wuz aflame wid mee sighs

For the pleasshurres Oy’d known at the thighs,

Uv that weee Kerrry garrryl

Wid the bad teeeth uv parrryl

To whom Oy’d given meee trroth!

When munks and ‘faetherz chased me frrrom their chapel,

Oye asked the Charch uv Oyerlind for a jub

“Alas! We’ve doon no myusik for castrrratti!”

They reployed and sent me off - wid fifeteen bub!

Then Oye bloudied me head on the stones

And belaborrred the ayre wid me moans

For that weee Kerrry garryl

Wid the false teeth uv payrrl

To whom Oye’d given me trrroth.

REFRAIN

OH,

AND

HERE’S

The little ditty that Oye made oup in the city

At th’toyme that Oye wuz warkin’ in the Charch uv St. Kathleen;

You will foind it very foony as it touches on the coony

Uv the boony that I toumbled in Killarrrney on the grrreeen,

HOW

Sweety’s quim was meaty, it was rosy as a posy

And as hairy as the fairy floss whut grrrows on leprechauns,

It could make your body quiver like cirrrhosis uv the liver,

And we frrrollicked through the meadows like the satyrs and the fauns.

Then was Oye strrip’d uv lady, jub an’ coontrry

And toss’d through iv’ry nation like a rrrragg

And often shed Oye many a tear from thinkin’

Uv elves and shamrocks and the Oyrish flagg

That hoong o’rr the garrrdin so fayrre

Uv the maid wid the chirrry-rred hayrre

That weee Kerrry gayrrl

Wid the mad smile of payrrl

To whom I gave me trroth!

Full twenty yearrs Oye trramped thrrough alien witherrrs,

Before me oyes beheld our Oyerish skoiy

Oye’d saved a bag unv guineas , havin’ parrpos’d

To spend it all on drrrinkin’, and to doiy!

And me gayrrrmints wid h’wiskey were reekin’

For me body was faint wid me seekin’

The weee Kerrry gayrrl

Wid the sad smile of payrrl

To whom Oye’d given me trroth

Last night when in St. Stephen’s Grrreeen Oye fainted

Oye thought oye saw me luve beneath a trrreee

Apprrroachin’ quickly wid a jarrrr uv Guinness

To poorrr th’final drafft t’ finish me!

And she crrradled me head in herrr coat

And forrc’d th’voil juice down me thrroat

The weee Kerrry gayrrl

Wid the crrruell smile of payrrl

To whom Oye gave me trroth!!

RAPSODES

White House Halloween Party, 1972

From The Associated Press,

October 30, 1972:

“ Tricia Nixon Cox has hosted some 150 children and their foster grandparents from the ACTION program at a White House Halloween party.

Witches were stirring a bubbling cauldron on the White House porch, and a great pumpkin covered the front door when the children and their escorts arrived Tuesday night.

Mrs. Cox was inside to greet them, wearing a long dress and a sequined mask.

Inside, the White House was decorated with shocks of corn, autumn leaves and flowers and balloons. The Red Room had been converted into a “creepy cave”.

For entertainment for the youngsters, most of them from the Prince Georges, Maryland County Retarded Day Care Center, there were a barbershop quartet, two chimpanzees from the television show ,”Daktari”, and the circus clown Emmett Kelly, Jr.”

Witches stirred a bubbling cauldron on the White House porch , as some 150 grandparents swilled gasoline and coughed up bones fragments. Tricia Nixon Cox , hanging by her neck from a chandelier, handed out Thorazine to the morons . The cactus in the Red Room, courtesy of Edward Teller, spurted mustard, catsup and carcinogenic blood.

Meanwhile , half-way around the noose-sphere on the other side of the planet in Quang Tri , Tanya Phuong huddled , cross- legged and sick in a “creepy cave”. Barbershop quartets sang to her from the crockpits of a squadron of B-52’s aloft on a raid . Code-name: Halloween Hemorrhage.

Alongside her crouched the corpse of her retarded grandmother. All of her teeth, of which less than a Halloween pumpkin’s remained , were decorated with shocks of corn, autumn leaves, flowers and balloons.

Draped in widow’s weeds, a broomshaft screwed through her navel, Madame Nhu sped across the sulfurous disk of America’s beautiful moon. The face of the Tao, burnished and pale , beamed impassively in her wake . Long turquoise-lacquered fingernails of her left hand caressed the stiff broomstalks; a hundred megaton witches’ hat held in her right waved in wide arcs. Spinning out of orbit she chortled, “Giddyup Götterdämmerung!!” The superyowl of the lunar astrocat fractured the cosmic plenum, and a smell of rotten fish fell over all.

Shivering in her “creepy cave”, a starving Tanya Phuong feasted on the eyes of her dead grandmother. As the flesh of her flesh, ( once removed ) , dissolved in her enraged stomach juices, the last vision imprinted on her grandmother’s mind passed into her own and Lo!, she, too, saw all, as in a trance!

Before her stood Anal Bob, The Lord’s Profit, minister to multitudes of autistic tots. Splendidly arrayed in a long green dress, bearing a sequined mask, a catcher’s mitt on one hand and boxing glove on the other , Anal stretched forth his garnerin’ arms and barked like a fiery angel: