Yes, a marvel, Gillian--thanks from me, too! It keeps running through my
head in riverine twists, subversive in the event--like JK's UN talk and
Alison's boundary-critiquing response to it, which her dream-punctuated poem
of unspeakability would seem to illustrate. Sometimes I think Poetryetc
operates like a collective unconsciousness, a deep well to which we go and
dump or draw as the case may be, from one archetyped post to another and yet
another lurking round the corner off-site/line....
Soon after Allen Ginsberg died, I dreamed he summoned me to "the other side"
(as that space was called in my dream) to take down as dictation--and take
back to "this side"--a collaborative poem he was composing with Gerard Manly
Hopkins, up and over there. What I mainly remembered on awaking was the
hours and hours of transcription--the dozens of yellow legal pads I went
through in recording every word they said (and how sore my right arm and
shoulder were as a result)--but also the way it set my teeth on edge in the
dream whenever Allen called Manly "Ger," and how thrilled I was when he
dubbed me "the shebop" (which Manly immediately corrected to "sheBOP").
As for what I brought back to this side after all that--the great work of a
collaboration to die for--it had come undone in the sidewinding course of
its bordercross-stitching and been distilled to a single, essential
Ginsberg/Hopkins line: "Fuck the lark."
on 5/3/01 9:57 AM, Frank Parker at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> "We come sit-down"
> A poem which may be sung, Gillian!
> Frank Parker
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