Peter Lamborn Wilson
in memoriam We ate at Joshua tree in WoodstockWhere you had arrived from New PaltzHeaded for a poetry reading at the Colony CaféPeter the anarchist, the clumsy alchemistAlone, a teacher
Category: Memoriam Post
Tally Brown
Spontaneous Blues We say farewell to Tally BrownSurreal life of a Zen clownShe made the stage go upside downBourgeoisie was tumbling downOh Tally Brown, Tally BrownYou wore the biggest hat in townYour
Jackie Curtis—(His Real Name Was John)
Lived on speed, wrote surreal poetryYouth fading fast between the night and heroinBaroque doors all lead to La Mama TheaterJames Dean poetry at Danceteria-club readingQuick write a movie at Andy’s
Janine Pommy Vega (1942-2010)
The Drum Circle Beat the drums slowly, like a wave of pebblesFor the Bearsville medicine woman of Willow Beat the drums quietly, for the beat poetess of WoodstockBeat the drums, till
Taylor Mead (1924-2013)
Taylor Mead! Oh! Taylor Mead!Your ass was a symphony leadOn speed, stoned on weedCannot precede a Taylor MeadHe stimulates everyone’s sphincterScreaming Frank O’Hara’s non-repressed desire:“The general return from one place
Jack Micheline, 1929-1998
Talking to JM at Space Light Sound Gallery East 7th StreetIs like tasting raw street nerve forceIt’s like a labyrinth of urban folklore and poetical bum lingoIt’s like talking to
Ted Joans—The Priest of Jazz
Originally published on Empty Mirror I met Ted Joans in New York 1973, 30 years ago, through Charles Henri Ford as a fellow surrealist and collaborated with him at his