“I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues
I’ve got an old, black mood.

My heart’s a room with nasty news
Enough to make an angel brood.

I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath
And walk right down those railroad-ties.

But when I keep my date with death
He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”

Max Bodenheim
NYC
1930

On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 11:17:24 -0000, He Who Sees All
<theBeach@cairo.ankh.io> wrote:

> “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues
> I’ve got an old, black mood.
>
> My heart’s a room with nasty news
> Enough to make an angel brood.
>
> I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath
> And walk right down those railroad-ties.
>
> But when I keep my date with death
> He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”
>
> Max Bodenheim
> NYC
> 1930

### - the road a poet treads is more exacting

for with clear eyes he walks between tragedy and triumph
between hope and despair, light and dark and accepts them all
even if, and as, it tears him apart in the process...

he "walks right down those railroad lines"
with life and death on either side...
all for just the occasional strawberry
that lingers in his now opened mind

On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 11:17:24 -0000, He Who Sees All
<theBeach@cairo.ankh.io> wrote:

> “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues
> I’ve got an old, black mood.
>
> My heart’s a room with nasty news
> Enough to make an angel brood.
>
> I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath
> And walk right down those railroad-ties.
>
> But when I keep my date with death
> He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”
>
> Max Bodenheim
> NYC
> 1930

### - opening lines of Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl' (1954/55) 'After' he met
Jack Kerouac

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who
poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
cities contemplating jazz..."

> "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
> hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
> looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
> heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who
> poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
> supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
> cities contemplating jazz..."

my next book " Scrounging for energy here boss"

> next book " Scrounging for energy here boss"

### - ain't been doin' your exercises?? (masculinity particularly)

next book: "scrounging (for) the scroungers" haha :D

On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 13:24:45 -0000, slider <slider@anashram.com>
wrote:

>On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 11:17:24 -0000, He Who Sees All
><theBeach@cairo.ankh.io> wrote:
>
>> “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues
>> I’ve got an old, black mood.
>>
>> My heart’s a room with nasty news
>> Enough to make an angel brood.
>>
>> I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath
>> And walk right down those railroad-ties.
>>
>> But when I keep my date with death
>> He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”
>>
>> Max Bodenheim
>> NYC
>> 1930
>
>### - the road a poet treads is more exacting
>
>for with clear eyes he walks between tragedy and triumph
>between hope and despair, light and dark and accepts them all
>even if, and as, it tears him apart in the process...
>
>he "walks right down those railroad lines"
>with life and death on either side...
>all for just the occasional strawberry
>that lingers in his now opened mind

"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even
your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could
mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean
derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All
the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want
to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And
it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going
to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will
be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will
ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there
is."

Charles Bukowski,
Factotum

Am 16.12.2023 um 04:31 schrieb He Who Sees All:
> On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 13:24:45 -0000, slider <slider@anashram.com>
> wrote:
>
>> On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 11:17:24 -0000, He Who Sees All
>> <theBeach@cairo.ankh.io> wrote:
>>
>>> “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues
>>> I’ve got an old, black mood.
>>>
>>> My heart’s a room with nasty news
>>> Enough to make an angel brood.
>>>
>>> I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath
>>> And walk right down those railroad-ties.
>>>
>>> But when I keep my date with death
>>> He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”
>>>
>>> Max Bodenheim
>>> NYC
>>> 1930
>>
>> ### - the road a poet treads is more exacting
>>
>> for with clear eyes he walks between tragedy and triumph
>> between hope and despair, light and dark and accepts them all
>> even if, and as, it tears him apart in the process...
>>
>> he "walks right down those railroad lines"
>> with life and death on either side...
>> all for just the occasional strawberry
>> that lingers in his now opened mind
>
> "If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.
> This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even
> your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could
> mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean
> derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All
> the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want
> to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And
> it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going
> to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will
> be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will
> ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there
> is."
>
> Charles Bukowski,
> Factotum
>

Right on!

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