Monday, June 29, 2015

The Old Neighborhood




Channing Way near Bowditch








Not nostalgia more like memory half-erased




 Kaleidoscopic doors to the past






FREE
 PALESTINE
This has been here longer than I have,
And we're tired of waiting






 Behind this dentist's office on the second floor in back, 
Ray and Lucy dwelt therein from 1980 to 1984,
Visited by many a poet, artist and musician and a few scientists,
And by a few uninvited kooks as well as I listed the address in my anarcho-surrealist zine,
A guy calling himself Duchamp once knocked looking for the offices





 The Founders Rock indeed



 

 An old time Buddhist church down the street,
I went  inside once, they were very cool,
No one offered to shake my frontal extremity







Oneness in the Nembutsu







Sitar army at the crossroads,
Berkeley is a multicultural dynamo






If you can still find a parking space
for your cyanide pie-mobile









June 2015

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Berkeley Remembers




 




Weeks after the horrific accident
new flowers, flags, and notes of condolence 
continue to appear







 Just up the sidewalk where the fatalities occurred
When a fourth floor balcony broke away
Six Irish students fell to their deaths,
Others were seriously injured









Library Gardens,
never again








Friday, June 26, 2015

Summertime


Digging the now













25 June 2015

Notes in English (after Rimbaud)











the burial turns into a burlesque
a burgher burbles bunkum
bunny caught in the bunting



canny canines found cannabis on the premises
to cannibalize a cantata
canoodle under a canopy of canon law
a canvas cantor
cantilever the cantankerous



the grocer was grisly and grim
the groom became groggy
his gray matter grid-locked
grimaces as his groin is groped




the riff-raff are rigid with rickets
unfit for the rickshaw
a riding crop rids one of ridicule
riflemen solve most riddles




I twigged the twilight zone
 turntable and twill trousers
tweed jacket and turtleneck
 and went turquoise twenty-four seven
I looked twee
a twinkle on the tusk of my twin
twang not the twaddle on TV













April-June 2015





Note: 
Arthur Rimbaud lived for a time in England in a pas de deux with Paul Verlaine.  He made notes using words and phrases in English to learn the language. The notes were intuitively poetical.
This inspired a Surrealist parlour game in which a dictionary is opened at random to two pages en face and a small note or poem is derived using words predominantly from the two pages as dictated by objective chance and the free play of words and imagination.








Wednesday, June 24, 2015

A Day on the Bay with RAY









What was yesterday?  
a dream we dreamed long ago
For the Flaneur it's a recurring one,
Indulge him if you are free






1.
 Gangway


 Looks like my ride's here



 Shipping is big business at the Port of Oakland
Last year stevedores joined with demonstrators
To prevent the unloading of a Israeli ship




 Choppy waters denote stiff wind
But the air is sun-hot so it's not too cold




 Here we are again





 2.
Fisherman's Wharf Today



This sour dough bakery is popular with tourists,
They have dressed a bread made in the shape of a crocodile
In the triumphalist emblemata of corporate sports





 Face of the weather-beaten wharf







 There are many accurate historical displays
And interesting artifacts galore hereabout
This bogus pirate stuff obviously not withstanding





 Now this is a display of living history




They sell live Dungeness crabs too





 Skulls of sea and shore animals






 The venerable National Park visitor center




 Today I'm bound for the little beach 
Alongside the Hyde Street Pier







 3.
Hyde Street Pier 
Petit Dejeuner




It's a lovely place to spend time
Alone with a snowy egret







 An endlessly pleasant perspective






 Gentle visitors enjoying the Pier 
With it's historical demonstrations





The wind is often persistent here
This close to the Golden Gate
This little cove is sheltered 
By the windward fences and screens
of the swimming and boating clubs







 A boy came scurrying underneath






 Bravely entering the cold saltwater
In their little wet suits








Look into the glass onion







Go into the cold water





The water goes away again,
Leaves me buried in the sand







One contented sea-cat








 4.
A Round Trip




Time to rejoin the parade





Captain Trips is in the Wax Museum,
After his cremation Mill Valley was wrecked,
A white wax simulacrum of the King of Pop,
Now that's verisimilitude



Time to go back
Out on the water again,
Leave you land-loving women alone




The building on the left is the Blue and Gold dock
Over it rises Telegraph Hill, Coit Tower, North Beach, very, very high rents
To the right the high-rise financial district downtown,
Then at a distance the buildings of Nob Hill, with its astronomical rents,
Lastly, Russian Hill which you need be a Russian oligarch to afford





There is still a very brilliant side to San Francisco,
And there's a definite dark side




Well, there's the bridge,
Oakland awaits us with open arms






 5.
Bay Ship Sail By




 



























so slowly descends
 a squadron of pelicans
the long day goes on





23 June 2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

Strolling Sunday Solstice



Ferry heading to Alameda,
Big cargo ship parked off the Port,
A lot going on today





Plenty of sunshine for the longest day of the year, 
the Flaneur stays close to home this Summer




 1.
Here comes Summertime



 Hmm, something's missing,
Can't quite put my finger on it...





 OK, here it comes...




Takes a good captain...





 Coming in to port...






 Coming in, coming in....






 Safe harbor






2.
Evening's Approach




 Ever ask yourself, Who am I?
How did I land here?







 Seems like it's been daylight since yesterday






 The Ramadan moon,
Everything else tries to look nondescript





 Here comes this place,





In distorting glass,
Another figment of the pre-fab faux future






 

 Another well-preserved nobody-home,
A Jewish wedding was going on in Preservation park,
A private affair on formerly public streets





Lawyers doing very well in the "Recovery,"
Mazel tov!







 Quietude at the farm museum







 The lonely June twilight







 Garden in the fading light of Solstice






Darkness gathered in the looming tree-limbs






 A rose glowed out of the darkness







 Pressing on, pressing on






On the radio today, Le Show reported
On a video of a Moldovan exorcist
Riding a possessed man like  a donkey,
That cross should fall and impale him







 You walk and walk,
You get past all that




 Otherwise you're just
One more person bugging




 The Flower,
The art brute sign painter







 Cosmology of Solstice
Mars and Jupiter emerge





Right on Oakland,
We don't give up the fight





 Looking sort of "far left"
For engineers and scientists












  Peace unto them






 Dragon City,
Chinatown noir




Having come full circle
We conclude in darkness






21 June 2015