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The Secret Undertown Ministry
“FROM THE DARKNESS, A VOICE SINGS OUT: I disagree, I disagree – I cannot understand at all; Which doesn’t mean I cannot understand it if I tried to understand it but I cannot stand to stand and understand it when … Continue reading
5. Survive love and loss (part 1)
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross said, “The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations
Tagged Boston, death, loss, memoirs, Memphis, Montaigne, My Life Around Art
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undertown
in the undertown around the middle earthen jars the senseless struggle: i shall be released from this before the current pulls me undertown, around the rooting rockets way before the dawn of timing, when our cultured throats scream out so … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged covertness, escape, imagists, Memphis, secrets, struggle, subconscious, surrealism, underbelly
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Memorial Day 1994
Once upon a time (which so many of us assume is in the past, but could very well be the future) in a coffee shop far, far away (so far, in fact, it might be considered to be in Memphis, … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged coffee shops, communication, conversations, flirting, Kurt Cobain, memorials, Memphis, relationships
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In Memphis
In Memphis, where the gypsies come to hide their dead in earth and I too seeking burial for past mistakes learned the blues hoping to hide my sense of misdirection like Elvis there along Madison Avenue two blocks from the … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged awareness, blues, Elvis Presley, Green's Lounge, impersonations, Memphis, personal history
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One Too Many Unified
A Love Supreme played on the airwaves speaking silent screams, I heard: truth need not be bullet-proofed, the voice’s sermon seemed to say. In Detroit ’65 I woke in birth to this; before the burning summer’s swelter – truth be … Continue reading