Some fun dance music this weekend w/ Big Universe and Rough Satin on Friday night and the ever popular Hafla on Saturday night followed by the sweet sounds of Sweet Corn at 10p. There will be awesome energetic Salsa music Sunday night to with the band Sabor De La Calle too.
Yours in all things D
Extra credit: Michael McClure is of the beat poet generation, friends with Keroauc, et al. He also just so happened to write the Janis Joplin hit "Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz". And he wrote one of our favorite books of nonsense "Ghost Tantras", which he once famously read to the lions in the S.F. Zoo. Here's a new poem of his from last week's New Yorker.
SOFT TOES CURL ON THE FLOOR. PRIMATE STYLE
with gleam of varnished wood beneath them.
The garden does not sleep at night.
THE POWERFUL KNOWLEDGE
is all around. The cortex is the shape
of a self-curled and widespread butterfly;
wings open in scents and all probable
finding stars, blotches of odor,
and pulses of organs
in unlighted dimensions
and awaking chakras.
Like the twitch of a zebra's haunch
in the herd by the game lodge
at the lip of the crater.
You know me by
my white haired adventures
at the cliff's edge.