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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.

Peter Lamborn Wilson


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}


What is concocted at easel
or pencilled onto winning tablet
leaves everybody befuddled
all but me

Expert in art
I grant
(My wife got me
onto committee
she squeezed in here first)
I, lieutenant,
flag in lapel
dispense the largess
"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