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d a levy---"Rectal Eye Visions" (1966)
Posted by: HYPNOGOGPRESS (71.186.50.---)
Date: November 03, 2007 09:57PM

Here is a sample of levy's poem "Rectal Eye Visions" (the opening actually). I find that this type of charged art is appropriate when the appropriate circumstances call for it. It may not have made it into the anthologies, but maybe that's a good thing....neither did Kenneth Patchen.

Well here it is:

1. WARMING UP THE BOX

delivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing
only the words DEATH CITY - I suppose there is present
in the city a speed carrying living cartoons toward death
& an anxiety that pushed one over the edge of the ocean
sooner than necessary - i have seen people falling, under
New Yorks strange wheels of time,
but there are worse places
there is AMERICA THE HOME OF THE VOID - 2500 miles of apathy &
lack of communication...cities like cleveland & it leaves
an uneasy feeling to think of justice
peace
& love and then find oneself
lost in a city of war monuments;
in the morning the sun rises in the east & the
trumpets blare as wheelbarrows of $ $ are rolled
down EUCLID AVE &
the children dressed in rags
bow down in reverence &
the children dressed in the bright-light of dreams
shout hossanas to the golden images
the sun rises in the east
RA is a rain of dry tears over the dust of allah
JAHVEH has tossed the karmic dice
JESUS & MILAREPA & BUDDHA playing cards in a
lost room on the SOLAR BARQUE
the rainbowed children are ONE BODY
in their church of open sky
hemmed with banks and dimestores
and the new image of god is hailed
OH - children of DEATH
SIEG HEIL SIEG HEIL
DER PFENIG UBER ALLES
the wind in the trees of the forest city.
the coins freshly minted in solemn temple
& the resurrection is eternal OH
god is gold & green like the leaves
in the trees & the silver stars twinkle
on the domes of 8AM time vaults

(i am looking for a comet on a shelf of quarters)

you infinitely portable god - a quiet god
heard deep inside the pocket - a soft mantra
of money that has taken over - the mass mind




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