D notables,
Hey! Been trying to meet you...
Maybe this weekend?
Nov 16
No cover all night!
5:00p
Jazz Gem
[7:00p]
Jennifer Leigh Cress, Brave Song Combo
[10:00p]
Volunteer Funk Dept.
Nov 17 |
[4:00p]
Music Train Family Concert Series: Johnny Barber and The Rhythm Razors $7 adult/$3 kids
[7:00p]
Deborah Hill and The Sugardaddies $5
[9:00p]
The Duke Street Kings $5
Yours,
D Script
Extra Credit: Today is the great poet Ted Berrigan's 78th birthday. So here's a great poem by the man himself.
Last Poem
Before I began life this timeI took a crash course in Counter-Intelligence
Once here I signed in, see name below, and added
Some words remembered from an earlier time,
'The intention of the organism is to survive.'
My earliest, & happiest, memories pre-date WWII,
They involve a glass slipper & a helpless blue rose
In a slender blue single-rose vase: Mine
Was a story without a plot. The days of my years
Folded into one another, an easy fit, in which
I made money & spent it, learned to dance & forgot, gave
Blood, regained my poise, & verbalized myself a place
In Society. 101 St. Mark's Place, apt. 12A, NYC 10009
New York. Friends appeared & disappeared, or wigged out,
Or stayed; inspiring strangers sadly died; everyone
I ever knew aged tremendously, except me. I remained
Somewhere between 2 and 9 years old. But frequent
Reification of my own experiences delivered to me
Several new vocabularies, I loved that almost most of all.
I once had the honor of meeting Beckett & I dug him.
The pills kept me going, until now. Love, & work,
Were my great happinesses, that other people die the source
Of my great, terrible, & inarticulate one grief. In my time
I grew tall & huge of frame, obviously possessed
Of a disconnected head, I had a perfect heart. The end
Came quickly & completely without pain, one quiet night as I
Was sitting, writing, next to you in bed, words chosen randomly
From a tired brain, it, like them, suitable, & fitting.
Let none regret my end who called me friend.
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