Sunday, January 17, 2016

SWEET SIXTEEN

At the New Year’s Peace Gathering Saturday night in the Princeton Chapel, pretty much everyone pounds a drum and chants Give Peace a Chance. Sprouts directly descended from those sprouts sold in 1969 at Woodstock are for sale here. Suspicious brownies. www.peaceweavers.com Sweet 16!

When Bill the First of the Clintons was King I taught creative writing to the US military in Europe. I didn’t love all my students. None were saints. Few had genius. My only Jewish student had genius. He was already in Europe playing semi-pro soccer when he joined the military. My other students were unhappy cases. He was comfortable in Europe. He was in special forces. Indeed he had to drop my course for a secret mission. He couldn’t say much but clearly he had to go shoot some people in Yugoslavia.

Bill the First Clinton conducted a brilliant foreign policy. The two Bushes ruined the world with war in Iraq. Bill the First doubtless loved Suspicious Brownies. Even Hillary the Second Clinton probably nibbled.  I myself have heard that Honey Slides were Even Better. Put honey and marijuana in a fry pan. Heat and eat. You feel peaceful.  

Sunday, January 10, 2016

THE DONALD'S STRUGGLE

As Mein Kampf rolls once again off the presses of Germany, I’ve been reading Peter Longerich’s Goebbels. Gregory Corso’s worst advice? Unmuzzled OX should publish Goebbels’ novel. Goebbels would have loved Donald Trump.
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Sunday, January 03, 2016

AMERICAN JUSTICE

The media lynching of Bill Cosby recalls O.J. Simpson 20 years ago. Things look bad for Cosby. He claims he is “skilled at interpreting female reaction to him.” But the lawyer for Andrea Constand, the sometime Temple basketball coach and designated victim, noted in a filing Cosby “did not realize [Constand] was gay until police told him.”  Even the guilty are occasionally lynched.
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Friday, August 21, 2015

SMOKING DOPE WITH JOHN LENNON AND GREGORY CORSO

The best joint I ever smoked was with John Lennon. I’ve been talking about it ever since. The worst joint I ever smoked was with Herbert Huncke and Gregory Corso. I had a headache for four days and misplaced for seven years an edition Gregory signed and numbered. I'm glad marijuana is finally almost legal.
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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

SOMEBODY THOUGHT THEY KNEW SOMETHING ONCE

Suddenly  at the University of Chicago I discovered  I could no longer tolerate  literary criticism.  I had noticed that anthologies of poetry and anthologies of art criticism seemed to have the same authors--Ashbery, Benedikt, Schjeldahl, O’Hara, et cetera--and all these writers seemed to live in New York. So I transferred to Columbia and decided to interview poets for my dissertation. Why not? Sexual Politics by Kate Millet had been a Columbia dissertation.
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Saturday, August 15, 2015

HILARY or HILLARY

Are we to judge everyone by their political views? Reagan was an actor and public speaker. John Wayne was a movie star and hypocrite. James Stewart was a movie star, a courageous war veteran, an intelligent and modest Republican. Stewart would certainly have been a wiser president than Reagan. Perhaps however like William Tecumseh Sherman he could not stomach the political process. Politicians have strong stomachs. “Sherman and Grant drank whiskey, smoked cigars and liked to kill.” Grant did such a bad job as president that the United States waited until 1952 before electing another war hero. Do Hillary Clinton and all the Republican candidates fill you with fear?

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Friday, August 14, 2015

MERU

There’s a new mountain-climbing movie called Meru. Does it deal with reality & civilisation as thoroughly as W.B.Yeats in his poem Meru?

Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a rule, under the semblance of peace
By manifold illusion; but man’s life is thought
And he, despite his terror, cannot cease
Ravening through century after century,
Ravening, raging and uprooting that he may come
Into the desolation of reality:
Egypt and Greece good-bye, and good-bye Rome!
Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest,
Caverned in night under the drifted snow,
Or where that snow and winter’s dreadful blast
Beat down upon their naked bodies, know
That day brings round the night, that before dawn
His glory and his monuments are gone. 

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