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ASHBERRY 1/18/95 paul, hey you naked fuck...here's some john ashberry spoofy shit off THE TENNIS COURT OATH -- about the last dozen doug helped me write, but please don't name him -- the actual EUROPE poem has 111 entries, but fuck that...fairly amazing ashberry wld spend so much time writing the shit really saying nothing...in any case, do be cruel: ashberry don't deserve chicken-shit... the ATOM MIND thing came out, but he only used about one quarter of what i sent him, & didn't include the spoof history...did you get a copy? i haven't gotten my copies yet (25), but when i do & if you no have gotten, i'll send you one... heard from todd moore today, in fact i'll enclose the letter...& you guys really shld do a book together...i hope something works out... if you wanta do the ashberry play off THE TENNIS COURT OATH title, make it obscene... antler & ginsberg are photoed in recent HIGH TIMES in re naropa's 20 year anniversary... s. clay wilson really dug our swinburne, & the art... nimmo was recently rejected by some prestigious college magazine claiming his poetry is too full of vulgarity...no shit... talk about a civil war, a split, in amerikan culture, disgusting... got telephone call an hour ago from the hospital billing department wanting $284 i owe, & i sd hey i'm broke & i'll send you what i can whenever i can, & for the first time ever the girl on the phone sd, politely, empathy-felt, "ok"... it's modern, high-tech, surreal civil war, paul...saw c.f. roberts in a dream this morning...heard batya's U-DIRECT issue has been pushed to february...me & doug went to local supermarket yesterday to get autographs by bob walk, kent tekulve, & BILL MAZEROSKI...doug was psyched...they signed his pirates hat too...maz kinda old (58) & fat, & careful: "no comment" to reporter's question about strike...tekulve most vocal, pissed off it's hurting the sport...but man, i saw mazeroski in 1995...i was 6 when they won that world series, remember it! ok, gotta fly...have been cool on writing besides the above...i'm gonna out & out refuse to do bly: he's like creeley, not worthy, not worth it... get yr goddamn pants on... what's happening... AMERICA 1. To enrage his blue jackhammer Dawn sipped at the bright black wood of the ear understand don't feel deeply 2. A rush of hashish -- holism 3. one apple eaten 4. saw the claw Baby told today The foreground of valleys strung across onto stars jetted in 5. creepy drippy candle or upchuck tumultuous light rhubarbs wink chaos laughing 6. The day of monkey-- embroiled under where sick shit sees. 7. Possibly what dogs barking the girl-scouts eleven spittings under the tree, breeze bit -- half-assed, hallucinating gift to our culture. ah blow more breath This would have been done -- This would not, quite, be done 8. In the pink gravy dawn-light of summery winter afternoon all looked sharpened & dangerous. The car squatted below with Johnny Ashberry & Pollock hammering at the exposed carburetor -- the slow, crushed car which Johnny never made to any destination. It was clean, after the magical flight from Albany, since they had started from Bangor a little before nightfall, and, until twelve hours ago, had been chugging thru the New England clouds, miles over the Green Mountains. They never stopped, especially with the bad tires. They were not ready to continue their journey. 9. The indecision in his life soul in his throat the red hills over there in the road skunks flaring captains there is no cure 10. He had mistaken garbage for his book 11. The editor belched its linear dismissal a type of tree where other girls drop down nude the view wept menstrual blood on the last page and before rain gee granite perfects ritual a mess of white crows around the picnic table, rain rimming the tub stone until evening 12. that dentist must drill I had come to the station from the Gray North Road, which I had hiked down to Boston. 13. the human heart cannibals cook the fool & his wife cyborg me deep in dirt gladness til I bloom can upchuck dog-meat. Trees see rain -- until no truth can be illuminated Everything exists. Snow closed over the lowlands -- an annulment against grass & razors, snobs & sobs. The lamb's skin -- teeth, to speak. 14. After the heart came After she didn't work The moonlight in the city -- apple-cores, orange-peels, busted compass sobs of sex -- under fresh flesh granite His intestinal lava corked -- that's bark of the tale stripped 15. Blame me for the love I did she -- radiating against the wounds -- radiating spilling two colors over lake dandelion for once opens a voice. She is shining -- comically -- not wanting to taste you again, but the rock must be hardened. Space tripped 16. after I started I was forced to sucking she said. harder and harder on the next rock, am as chub what skin the musty explosive of old shit 17. I stepped back pocket this field 18. fuck you motherfucker I slowly she returns into the room, square tears tumble loudly. 19. Life directed up these cliffs. the pretty, silly birds savagery; scuttled, at dusk landslides of weather glove me take ignorance over heaven's opinion the sassy librarian papers away You do illusion; the cleavage. intact insecticide the garden poisoned smiles 20. Whatever the outcome of the action, was quite human. 21. Day thirst of apple... rib 22. "Ugly evening for a hip hop miss," whacked the clerk in blue uniform. "Are you going down alone." 23. "Then I'll ram some bombs in," he said, & quickly shoved the six hundred nuclear-tipped war-heads into place, the rockets unintentionally capable of Earth's destruction. 24. the tables glittered -- bright lighting all over the place There was a particular pain in all this to him. The two girls chuckled. She buried his worse diamond of the cocaine; the young lawyer was her mule.They returned. The weather was very impure that morning like leaves on tongues stuck out in the sun -- the ruby heart still dangled on the little chain -- a splotch of my sperm covered it once, totally all-time memory. Only perfume stayed. The last sense left. 25. She was a slut but had love for him --clouds. Men were kicking the brittle things -- crystalline rainbows, like bubbles. Bowl lit up the head nicely stoned 26. piss dreaming a 27. An announcement: 28. dreaming you were a the whiskey really after the mud stuck over to her: one light lights under her burning her you can't remember 29. Have you envisioned officer penned proposition retreating first entanglement winter afternoon more passionate train thru granite... sky into cities 30. cuntface... the stamp sucking you music I dreamed you remember, collate yr vital orgasms.Radio. The telephone -- a book chopped open. 31. They wore orange the four children skipped into next year happy...shit under the feet.happily less poetry is christian to them. 32. The rain dropped a couple times on the hand of the stranger.In a few minutes the house wld light up. 33. windows--sanity 34. alive tho they do not the circle no dove did and eventually the week of hunger on the moon. farts oxygen. Hot ramps connected. The powerful machinery The robotic perfections. around edgeless the manic kids. Good morning purifying the breasts in the air with luscious kisses. You aren't going there. Laughs. The horseshoe not luck.The children water-gun arrays of grave-stones.had departed Albany o'clock something tragically baited to hands This time everybody shrunk. Everybody waited by the bright pool -- "a world of noise" you can understand their horror means less to these folks blood the stud weeping in the straw of colored postcards garbage on the breeze it's our goddamn dance horror the breast of the loveliest female darkens behind office shadows. The people all coagulate.the businesses end hours unscrews the silencer You eel into the afternoon 35. The sheiks pour testicle aim. In the future milk will protect their O shortened, blind decade. stereos had been hammering snow of March in the black wood yet, the erections, cld they take long More prayers during whispers cows disguised stereo. The snow no valentine hugged... Claws 36. he rammed the stereo across the ashy grass. Later he fell, and kicking the trees, later snored away into the afternoon. 37. Over where Matilda squatted she smelled the glow of the gigantic spot-light bulb atop the dials shadowing against her lover's limp, unshaven face, and, by the way, determined not that they had mirrored a full-circle, and, altho descending rapidly, were now beheaded 38. The snore of the stereo, maybe, ripped possible speech, while the mists got hot, making her unbutton her black shirt from her breasts. There was a key of light above -- all was whitened heaven. 39. A few guys dope-seeds under the match-box The informal joy of everything Secret for woman -- stereos hammering Panties opening. The newspaper red paint Alongside the farting boy The magistrate mutters his mule over And together they conspire legal avenues from yesterday's news. 40. The women Moved to Texas Blue, yellow, and red Heads colliding on the car grunting to the policemen there was another ocean, three miles from the future -- body 41. She was talking into the ginko tree It was a gloomy year the riders peeing in the car haze of people around dummy world minds and guns socks, shirts, paper gone off "with the world's girls." 42. the club has bought apples 43. The policemen killed the murderer but what testimony came before sorrow -- the nerve grew women called up noisy assassination 44. He walked the skull backing him our mist The chili -- One day the children saw some drugs he had saw him. 45. Like a wrong hall Monte pulled back it stereo artificially big pines are round 46. The last time she crossed close to Burping, beyond Mexico-Plage, she passed over Bra- zil, and then over to Nickelodean far from the night 47. Where he hides bodies charcoal night, Jamaica, gray hides perfection dictionary for them my valentine not wanted by a storm snow banked blubber The city goes, lonely water metal helium hides over the door marked "The poet mind was controlled by the robot --" -- debugged by all. bugs.