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TOMBEAU for Robert Anton Wilson Poem & pomology-false etymology or proto-lndo-European ha-ha? The small-k kaballist relishes a poemogranate from his garden in Granada. N. E. Vavilov (later to be denounced by Lysenko, dies in Gulag) discovers Eden somewhere in Kazakhstan not far from the genetic epicenter of hemp. Noon Blue Apples. The Discordian Pope throws out the first ball of the season over the fence into the Hesperides or Tir na Nog the lost island of Irish Facts. Turn down empty gents your jiggers of Jamesons. |
LOST like Botticelli was worthy of Spring I would be worthy of you leaving something that will endure How vain to think I could beastly weak embroiled sad I could make words endure exquisite,heartfelt & intelligent inhabiting the air ordinaries of all orders breathe & suffer and a thousand years from now they would smile and rejoice that we lived & loved and when for that moment I was I knowing my love for you was unconditional was the Dharma, Maitreya lives a perfect flower inside a drop of rain no longer without you no longer a slave to this pain You who are to me more than anything I can ever write or say more precious than all I have when you're away brighter than the sun sweeter than the day more precious than all I have when you're away Andy Clausen From 40th Century Man {Autonomectia, 1997} |
JUDGE, What is concocted at easel or pencilled onto winning tablet leaves everybody befuddled all but me Isee Expert in art I grant recognition (My wife got me onto committee she squeezed in here first) I, lieutenant, flag in lapel dispense the largess say "This is good!" 'This is Not!" This is best!" Any wonder they are chomping at the bit to get a quick start? (My own son plays chess at three taught by the best of tutors and Henrietta's girl is propped to ballet only a year after learning to walk) I love it here! Not quite king (that's bad in democracy) but a man freedom is shining on I change lives and channel the invisible make visible what the world sees though they comprehendeth not No! No! I do not play with words Oh no!I am not god Roberta Gould ______________________ |
Created on ... September 27, 2007