absence of children no problem heat no problem dark no problem arnica scattered in nylon rug no problem ashes in bowl of bleached bone & juniper berries no problem lost Satie tape no problem loss of temper no problem arrogance no problem boxes of empt}' beer cans & wine bottles no problem thousands of styrofoam cups no problem Gregory Corso no problem Allen Ginsberg no problem Diane di Prima no problem Anne Waldman's veins no problem Dick Gallup's birthday no problem Joanne Kyger's peyote & rum no problem wine no problem coca-cola no problem getting it on in the wet grass no problem running out of toilet paper no problem decimation of pennyroyal no problem destruction of hair clasp no problem paranoia no problem claustrophobia no problem growing up on Brooklyn streets no problem growing up in Tibet no problem growing up in Chicano Texas no problem bellydancing certainly no problem figuring it all out no problem giving it all up no problem giving it all away no problem devouring everything in sight no problem what else in Allen's refrigerator? what else in Anne's cupboard? what do you know that you haven't told me yet? no problem. no problem. no problem. staying another day no problem getting out of town no problem telling the truth, almost no problem easy to stay awake easy to go to sleep easy to sing the blues easy to chant sutras what's all the fuss about? it decomposes - no problem we pack it in boxes - no problem we swallow it with water, lock it in the trunk, make a quick getaway. NO PROBLEM.
sabato 17 settembre 2011
Diane Di Prima, No Problem
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Is this poem a little discouraging? No problem
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