Allen Bramhall |
Lenin Body Surfs |
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Lenin groaned on the way to new groaning, which was the same as writing home from the war inside. That war—labeled Iraq with pictures of Iran—shows you just how much a little might be. A little fit for saying how the waves bend over certain experiments in human nature, letting force imply a coarse determination. But what, pray tell, is Lenin’s best relation to current events? He’s sworn to uphold the letter of grey branches in a plush circumstance of rain. Isn’t that a dilly, where dilly means something extended, and where the verb to be needs a way to sprout future entanglements. Can this sort of language foster more brunt along the lines of asking wedded couples to strike the ground with every pledge? Can we see thru such social constant while still looking for Anne Frank? Lenin, for sure, was not charming at all: he couldn’t endure the fees. He just laid out a plump nostrum, and the singers began. That singing finished Anne Frank. Her part was worn. We still love Anne, and Lenin’s awful nice in gabardine. More tunes can be relayed, as we circle investment on the map. That’s our next target of approximation. To simulate is to cool the project to the point of almost current effect. Our program begins now. |
Part 1, His Early, Middle, and Late |
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Look, here’s the latest history of Ted Berrigan. He was born in Tulsa, Rhodeland. Here he wrangled with a strict attention to how they sound, all of them. On each street he sees more guys, and people, and he struggles with temperament. He’s just a lad in a groaning place. He learns to pay attention, but you can’t buy much with that. Moving to Provider, Oklahoma meant that he was in charge of the next few years of American history. He fought in the war against the naming of other things by the names intended for these things of which we all are said to be familiar with. He got plug ugly with teachers, wrassled on the home team, left some places in a rush. He met Ron Gallup and Dick Padgett. Inside of minute they were fast friends, tho nowhere near the record. The record began with Motown beat, familiar and yet. They moved quickly and suddenly it was New York, honest. Have you fucking seen New York? It’s like one grand toaster oven. Each piece of white bread you stick in that oven, it becomes its inner piece of toast. It works the same for whole wheat, rye and other sorts of bread-type conveyances but that resides out of the purview of this study. We’re at the point when the story gets exciting. Here goes, in no particular order: Kenneth Koch, John Ashbery, Bernadette Mayer, Alice Notley, Frank O’Hara, Larry Rivers, Anne Waldman, Joe Brainard. Already the list seems old fashioned, but poems used to include them like anything. His kids and all, stories, Pepsi, the choice of generation, etc. then some other stuff, written in that way that says: this is written this way. Then some other means of conveyance, cup, siphon, prodigy, off gold. Then dying in the last expanse. This could have been expected. |
Part 2, Filled By Et Cetera |
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In part 2 we see that Ted Berrigan grew over patch of laundered extreme. He sipped Pepsi, the years began. Wait, the motion for sentence, then off he acted… you have to have examples. Watch closely: sending forward as many as could be found, with rearrangement as a plan and will. Then a certain sound, that doesn't interest distress more than a day in cahoots. Starts language with a period, then over the course it rises something more than ever. Are we ready for this? It’s a practice, worth moments and lightly. You read it thru, start to find that the place needs a name. New York came out of this, tho the tendrils are confused. Sudden implement is not the course of language, thus try a harder effect. When you speak with this New York and that, you find different and often loaded mechanics, the strength of which pass glowing reports, as much as you can sigh (for instance: language doesn’t give everything). Well, okay then. We’ve extended into reasonable length of the story with one person, named Ted and such, with others around, named otherwise. The sense includes how distracting the canvas becomes, into straddled instants and collating breath. Try reader, as definite as possible conjunction. When the series galls into maintenance, a new language crawls out. How far out could Ted go, Berrigan that is the warmth? Sundays of cars into the very out of. Others discuss the missing and others discuss the way. Ted lunched some and more, and we read into it. Seemed willful and junior, only could we have known. You might think it doesn’t work. Ted didn’t. |