PRESSURE PRESS ARCHIVE
RETICULATED DAYS IN THE LIVES OF A REGULAR MAN
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Autumn is surely saturating all the edges of Lake Erie like alchemists partying big-time, overnight the Oaks have grown copper leaves, & furnaces across the city have nearly all kicked on that great gas heave of warm exhalation at dawn.
I'm drinking instant coffee, quickly.
I leave my upstairs window cracked open thru all seasons, bed-spread curtain nailed up mostly keeps rain & blizzards off the floor. This has been the situation for 5 years now.
Sara phoned yesterday saying the illustrations for her chapbook are done & she just wants me to LOOK at it, comment on a piece of paper any suggestions or likes & dislikes. I do not enjoy reading Sara's poems. She doesn't realize.
Bob Nichols showed up out of the blue Friday night, with Joe Rochette from Akron. Joe's acidic phonetic poems are rough to read, require work a second time, but there are occasional language surprises occurring like flashes of diamonds, Joe needs grounded to a base & other than of course homosexuality. Bob & Joe are gay. Bob loves to blare his cock-sucking enjoyment in the magazines he publishes. That shit makes me sick. I try considering an aversion to cunt, but cannot. Surely the substances of the female are sweeter than a male's. Surely the cock wants to plunge into muscled vaginal oceans rather than a stinky man's anus. But I guess that's what makes gay gay or something. I tell them about the all-nude bars I recently visited, & it's an uneasy laughter they maintain. Shit-heads...there's the pain of persecution no matter "sexual orientation", American Society hates EVERYBODY.
We wrote a poem together. An actually pretty good poem. Diane was upset Bob was here. She doesn't like him. I got drunk & smoked 2 joints with Nichols. Joe don't smoke no more.
Anyways, there's another reading at Erie Art Museum Annex this November 18th. Nichols is trying to get Lyn Lifshin up. I can't see her accepting. But Lyn does appear to be somewhat susceptible & I shld probably write & warn her to really consider the proposition. If Lyn was a little shy around me, she'd turn catatonic when Richard gets a hold of her ears. Richard & Bob live together. I think he is mentally retarded, & an all around creepo nut. He is certainly a sexual pervert. Nichols is organizing the reading. But of course he also has to bring in this gay shit. Erie doesn't want it or need it, & there's Bob being social rebel with collages of finger-opened male assholes. He thinks the fart of a guy is perfume.
Preach Poems are mostly ignorant intrusions into spaces of the mind honest Poetry is meant to illuminate & energize. Gay Preach Poems are even sicker. For the most part.