Diane Di Prima, No Problem

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. 

I Forgot Your Name, Madeline Gleason

I FORGOT YOUR NAME 

I waited for you 
to walk with me 
towards heaven. 
A long way, 
longer ago 
than being born. 

 
Three tones 
repeated themselves: 
NEAR FAR NEVER 
struck together 
they sounded an agony. 

Storms began in the mind 
spread to the flesh 
hurricaning with wrath. 

I waited for you 
bore with my unblessing. 
I wanted to go at once, 
start on the morning 
of beginning, 
but I had lost all sense 
of direction. 

My hair grizzled, 
my joints stiffened, 
my legs lamed. 
Which way to heaven? 
And where was love, 
NEAR FAR NEVER 
I forgot your name. 

Ti ho aspettato

per camminare insieme

fino al cielo.

Un lungo cammino,

più lungo ancora

che nascere.

Tre note

che si ripetono

VICINO LONTANO MAI

suonate insieme

sembrano un agonia.

Tempeste iniziarono nella mente

propagatesi nella carne

soffiavano con rabbia.

Ti ho aspettato

curva sotto la mia infelicità. 

Volevo andarmene subito,

partire la mattina

dell' inizio

ma avevo perso ogni senso

di direzione.

I miei capelli brizzolati

le mie giunture irrigidite

le mie gambe zoppicanti

Quale è la strada verso il cielo?

E dove era l'amore

VICINO LONTANO MAI

Ho dimenticato il tuo nome.

THE ROLLICKING ROSES , Mary Fabilli

THE ROLLICKING ROSES 

 The rollicking roses 
of the past 
were of a compulsive nature 
inscribed in her memory 
in isometric perfection .... 

Then, frankly forgotten. 


Venus and Eros conspired 
but Pallas Athena complained. 
Jove in his wisdom 
from a mass of components 
manufactured a monkeywrench. 

The past was notoriously 
wrecked and 
no longer noteworthy. 

    Le spensierate rose

del passato

erano di natura compulsiva

iscritte nella sua memoria

in isometrica perfezione...

Poi francamente dimenticate.

 Venere ed Eros cospirarono

ma Pallade Atena si lamentò.

Giove nella sua saggezza

da un ammasso di componenti

effettuò un sabotaggio.

Il passato era notoriamente

distrutto

e non più degno di nota.