I remember
Once I Kissed a Woman and Nothing Happened
Once I Kissed a Woman and Nothing Happened
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
BUDDHA ON THE BOUNTY (by Ted Berrigan)
for Merrill Gilfillan
"A little loving can solve a lot of things"
She locates two spatial equivalents in
The same time continuum. "You are lovely. I
am lame." "Now it's me." "If a man is in
Solitude, the world is translated, my world
& wings sprout from the shoulders of 'The Slave' "
Yeah. I like the fiery butterfly puzzles
Of this pilgrimage toward clarities
Of great mud intelligence & feeling.
"The Elephant is the wisest of all animals
The only one who remembers his former lives
& he remains motionless for long periods of time
Meditating thereon." I'm not here, now,
& it is good, absence.
"A little loving can solve a lot of things"
She locates two spatial equivalents in
The same time continuum. "You are lovely. I
am lame." "Now it's me." "If a man is in
Solitude, the world is translated, my world
& wings sprout from the shoulders of 'The Slave' "
Yeah. I like the fiery butterfly puzzles
Of this pilgrimage toward clarities
Of great mud intelligence & feeling.
"The Elephant is the wisest of all animals
The only one who remembers his former lives
& he remains motionless for long periods of time
Meditating thereon." I'm not here, now,
& it is good, absence.
Ram Fish
I'd kick the shit out of you so hard
that the gerbils in your ass
would be transported to the future.
that the gerbils in your ass
would be transported to the future.
Thule and Afi . German Nationalist
WolfPunk at 2013-11-02 06:04 CET: 
@sistromo 'definitive work' by Bugliosi? Is that a joke? The same dullard who compared Charlie Manson to Adolf Hitler; yeah he's an Corner Stone. Manson, after being convicted by the Press, would have been found guilty if he had been Prosecuted by Bozo the Clown.
Cop Car with Bullet Wounds
We were scoring
on a side street off Halsted
Flaco had come through
His flame tattooed Chevy
had circled the block twice
then stopped for the gathered junkies
We were heading back to
our car
when a police cruiser
appeared like evil
and two plain clothed Hispanics
told us to give up our dope
Lil Jerry cut the talker
across the face
he fell and we stomped him
Those weren’t cops . he said
On the driver’s side
There were bullet wounds in the door.
on a side street off Halsted
Flaco had come through
His flame tattooed Chevy
had circled the block twice
then stopped for the gathered junkies
We were heading back to
our car
when a police cruiser
appeared like evil
and two plain clothed Hispanics
told us to give up our dope
Lil Jerry cut the talker
across the face
he fell and we stomped him
Those weren’t cops . he said
On the driver’s side
There were bullet wounds in the door.
Southern Vote
They came over
in good spirits
smoked some bud they brought
over I rolled some kif
adding Decade tobacco
explaining the thermodynamics
We talked of the Southern Vote
and how .guv buys the laws
with snatch-and-snap Riders
He knew about those
brought it up in fact
his old lady already drunk
from red scotch whiskey
(my house-keeper)
in a red plastic glass
We talked of Kennedy’s suicide
open-topped
down roads with
his head in cross-hairs
plastered on waring house walls
Head shot.
German Painting . Girth of Goldfish
Lets do some civilized shooting on the paper
lets open the ninth gate
Here on this terrain
is fought a battle
between silence
and verbalization
I enter a room
as if I were a designer
and hang the syllables
in quick valence patterns
Its an airport canvas
and your mental settings
which we call master
I can always go somewhere else
Shopping In Arkansas
We piled into the van like goats
going to slaughter
There was a giddiness in the air
They giggled and laughed
their nearness to each other
proximity of bodies
all in work-clothes
some wearing slippers
others boots caked with red clay and mud
it had snowed
snow makes us all children.
We went into town to the mall
all dispersed to run their errands
Food in plastic sacks was laid
on old clothes and forgotten toys
there were some tools there also
The driver spotted the sheriff
in his official car
She withered in half fright
“I have no state plates” she said
“hope he don’t stop us”
I hoped so too
not telling her I was packing
a loaded automatic pistol.
They commented on my house being buried in woods
“can hardly see your roof...
almost missed it”
There was a brief goodbye
and someone helped me bring the food
into the fortress.
Tale of the Righteous Reverend (for Ted Berrigan)
(Restored fragment from The Canterbury Tales . Revised Edition)
He did a bad bad thing...
The blizzard is from God
to make the Land white
and cover our dark sins
til we repent
said the pastor of “His Place”
(no shit, for real. sounds like a strip club)
to the empty church
- the parishioners snow bound in tin cabins
on wheels
He liked the resonance of his voice
not muffled by the bodies
of trailer-trash
that constituted his flock
He continued:
The great white blizzard
(it wasn’t a blizzard . there was no wind)
descends on us like teats
weaning our lustful desires
He dropped 3 more tabs of Oxycontin
10mgs . Lily
washing them down with Communion wine
The blizzard thrusts snow flakes
the size of your grannie’s pie apples
up our anticipating ass-holes
He was inspired by the adulating silence
only his trained oratory
returning to his ears
The blizzard is like the sheet
covering me and the whore of Babylon
as we copulate in Revelation times
The Blizzard is like the cumm
of angelic alter-boys
as they swarm like cupids above me
Lines from ‘Howl” which he had
masturbated to as a child
during its ‘banned in Boston’ trial
spasmed through his head
The blizzard is the wrath of the Christ
snuffing fucking dopers
in the junk-sick morning
The church had begun to shelter
a few late believers
They sat in the oaken pews
drop-jawed more than usual
stunned by what they were hearing
He was oblivious in his reverie
his Rapture had come
he went on and on til he climaxed
.
The pastor was shut up
in a 3rd floor mental ward
proclaimed to be suffering
from sanctimonious insanity
and later convicted of 2 unsolved
sex-crimes that
had long been troublesome
for the County cops.
2.
The Tiny Poets
2.
The Tiny Poets
Groceries and lovers
on your to-do list
likes and dislikes
like a center-fold bio.
He loves these things
He is not thinking
Who can like that..?
Future Life . The Land of Mist
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
distraught by the death of his son
and his own advancing age
had his adventurous character
the explorer - Challenger (The Lost World)
convert to Spiritualism
in his 1926 novel ‘The Land of Mist’
“They are held to earth by pious memory...
for they die with unused vitality
which may be expended upon revenge.
That is why I disprove of Levity
The dead rich man pauses
before the lovely dwelling
Too heavy with matter to rise
above the earthly plane.”
In North America
Conan Doyle
clashed with Harry Houdini - the illusionist
argued that all spiritualists' tricks
could be duplicated by a competent magician.
Doyle insisted that Houdini himself
had ethereal powers, just didn’t know it
The magician dismissed him as a fool
“Sherlock Holmes famously disbelieved in vampires and spooks”
Doyle died of a heart attack at the age of 71 in East Sussex, on 7 July 1930.
Holmes, reclining on a French divan
taking a long drag from his church-warden pipe
injected a massive dose of cocaine
with a morphine chaser
and was heard to say to Doctor Watson:
“This House is no longer haunted.”
Going for the Golden Clasp
A mouthful of Fuck
and desert death
infantile women
tended by dolls
and love / hate families
with ties in bad anthropology
MK-Ultra self-shattering whims
of a Spaniard ‘shaman’
with no grasp of separate realities
“The nagual’s sperm isn’t human …
Don’t let any of the nagual’s sperm out,
It will burn away your humanness”
That seems accurate...
“Patricia Partin, Castaneda’s adopted daughter
as well as his lover, disappeared.
In February 2006
a skeleton found in Death Valley, California
Girl in Magnolia Tree
Candy Cigarette by Sally Mann . Printed: 1989
The young Southern girl
The young Southern girl
dances to Elvis on the limb of the swamp tree
hound dog howling like a .45 auto fo sho’
You ain’t looking for a woman
you just be looking for a hoe
Cottonmouths birth from the tall grass
unpleasant and beautiful as they writhe
through great muddy waters
beneath her.
Boulder Revisited
Poetry Slams
Were a cynical and vulgar attempt
Gregory Corso - the great Beat Poet
Once telling me
He had dropped
In Boulder, Colorado
he told poet Lewis MacAdams
Were a cynical and vulgar attempt
to monetize Poetry
By promoters
who could barely
produce poesy
Gregory Corso - the great Beat Poet
(drunk and sucked into this sideshow)
lost a "Slam"
to a shipping clerk
who ranted about Poe's Raven and Coleridge's Albatross
having read neither
since grammar school.
Once telling me
that he never read Poetry
only Carlos Castaneda
and Ed
He had dropped
his jeans for a priest one day
when he was 20 years old
to see if he was Gay.
In Boulder, Colorado
at the 25th anniversary
of the publication of "On The Road"
he told poet Lewis MacAdams
that his major interest in 1957
when Jack Kerouac's novel was published
was Mousketeers Annette's
pubescent tits.
Drugi o Sveskama...
Poetry is the last sphere
of freedom in a world based
on mediocre values
and globally predictable messages.
Poetry does not sell
yet it continues to exist:
I write in different genres
poetry encompasses all my interests
It is theatre when I perform it
It is prose when I live it.*
of freedom in a world based
on mediocre values
and globally predictable messages.
Poetry does not sell
yet it continues to exist:
I write in different genres
poetry encompasses all my interests
It is theatre when I perform it
It is prose when I live it.*
*Sibila Petlevski
Colonel Burton C. Andrus (Jailer of Nazi War Criminals)
Mondorf Interrogation Center, Luxemburg . May 1945
There is power in his eyes
he is not afraid
“god bless our weapons” - Goebbels
Goering - “a soft sybarite
wearing rouge and dropping 40 para-codeine tabs a day...
The first thing I noticed
was his painted fingernails”
“To their eternal shame
he was wined and dined by American air-force men”
Eisenhower told them to treat
Goering “as the gangster and criminal he was”
During the Nuremberg Trial a two hour film was shown
of death camps
Goering protested, saying the footage had ruined
a perfectly pleasant day.
The true unpleasantness of war
is all the fucking dead people
staining the steel and glory
with rivulets
of tainted blood.
Arkansas . A Citizen
Tourism in this town
is a myth
spun by the town council
to make its populace
feel important and interesting
enough to visit.
The “mudding” events the old resident said
bring in a lot of people
I’m sure they do -
rednecks who like to see
mud splattered onto the blouses
of their fat girlfriends and wives
a pick-up truck variation
on a wet tee-shirt contest
only dirtier.
At night they liquor dream
of sow women
wrestling each others clothes off
in rope-a-dope styes
as they toss pork rinds.
and erotically kiss the ‘nigger hanging tree’
on 4th street and Vine.
Check the tires
on your house, lady
I think you’ve got a flat
unbalancing your beta-wave incites.
A citizen.
is a myth
spun by the town council
to make its populace
feel important and interesting
enough to visit.
The “mudding” events the old resident said
bring in a lot of people
I’m sure they do -
rednecks who like to see
mud splattered onto the blouses
of their fat girlfriends and wives
a pick-up truck variation
on a wet tee-shirt contest
only dirtier.
At night they liquor dream
of sow women
wrestling each others clothes off
in rope-a-dope styes
as they toss pork rinds.
and erotically kiss the ‘nigger hanging tree’
on 4th street and Vine.
Check the tires
on your house, lady
I think you’ve got a flat
unbalancing your beta-wave incites.
A citizen.
Southern Belles . Alarming
On the way to the closed
free clothing store
in an old van strewn with empty ‘sodie’ cans
and diapers
the two sisters spoke of their brother
seeing a woman in another small town
who had argued with her
about her husband being in jail
for abusing animals
Not knowing she was married
he hit the road
to call one sister
to pick him up
at night in winter
on the black-top highway
When she got there
he was back at the woman’s house
and they had settled their differences
As I flicked my cigarette
out of the vehicle’s window
both sisters said simultaneously:
“but we won’t gossip about him.”
HEROIN
I remember my best friend David
coming to my apartment
on a Tuesday morning
junk-sick
He was a good looking kid
of 20
worked for an ambulance service
wanted to be a medical technician
and then a Doctor
One problem only - he loved heroin
I gave him 20mgs of Methadone
from a 40mg ‘wafer’
I had gotten at the clinic on Broadway
in New Town
He went to score anyway
with “Bear” (Big John - who was later to
murder “Snake” with a Bowie knife in the car
where Snake slept)
I should have copped for David
but it went down like this:
John knew the dealer
David paid for John’s hit
John gave David a bag
then left him alone to shoot it.
Laura (David’s girlfriend) found him
sea blue in a sofa
Dead from an O.D.
At the funeral his mother
gazed at us
not with rancor or contempt
but with pity . almost sympathy
as if we were already dead
like her young son, David.
I walked up to the casket
didn’t kneel
looked at him and loved him
He had been so bright
we had stayed up all night often
playing chess
and talking
about History and antiques
He had a brass bed, which Laura loved,
and a porcelain wash basin
with a matching pitcher in it
on his Victorian night stand.
I put a new syringe (a 27)
along with a folded foil bag
of China White heroin
into his vest pocket
occulting the gesture with my body
as I kissed his forehead
-A morning hit
for when he awoke
in Rapture.
in Rapture.
Jim Nightshade
I remember staying up all night
reading a Ray Bradbury novel
before I saw it at the Portage -
a movie theater in Chicago
I sat in a maroon
plush velvet chair
watching the film three times over
And hearing that he had cried
at the screening
of his “long awaited novel”
made me uncomfortable.
Black Meat (Redux)
I remember getting 100 copies
of CARAPACE
and losing most
in a Polish flood
www.HenryKanabus.blogspot.com
I remember Little Jerry (a charismatic kid
www.HenryKanabus.blogspot.com
I remember Little Jerry (a charismatic kid
and Park junkie)
ripping up the copy I gave him
then asking for another
two hours later
I last saw him in a transient apartment
shooting Mexican Mud with his son
his wife had left him
for a “queer” he said
as he passed the outfit to his boy
Peter, a young friend of mine,
was made to pan-handle on street corners
for Jerry’s dope money
not to be shunned
and homeless.
I remember Snake
a Paregoric user
opening a package of meat
wrapped in tin-foil
he had received from an old lady
He opened it proudly
on a green park bench
All waited to see what the fortunate man
had been gifted
The foil tore open
white maggots fell to the concrete
having festered
in the black meat.
Snake was stabbed to death
a few month later
in the car he had slept in
I knew who killed him.
(the killer died of an overdose two years later)
On Not Going South (for the Winter)
A crested wren
alights on a snow laden branch
ungracefully
it raises its wing
to the West and preens
the hard snow from its feathers
clutching the elm tree
to be perfect again
in the wrong season
in the wrong latitude.
alights on a snow laden branch
ungracefully
it raises its wing
to the West and preens
the hard snow from its feathers
clutching the elm tree
to be perfect again
in the wrong season
in the wrong latitude.
A Short Summary of Origin
canabee , canavos , english , kanabes , kanabos , kanabu's , kanabus , kanabusowka , kannavo , laskaris , ανωχωρα , βυζαντιο , ιωαννης , καναβεικο , μυστρας , ναυπακτος , νικολαος
I try to summarize the scattering of our clan, according to the history I know. Please add or emend information according your own family archives and knowledge:
- From 10th (990) to 15th century (1453), the well-known Kanabos noble lineage lived in Constantinople, around Blachernae area (northwestern section of the city) where is still the church St Demetrios Kanabos (also called St Demetrius Kanabus in Latin, Kanabu's in Turkish, even "Canabée" in French...W).
- In 1204-1205, after the Sack of Constantinople by the Latin Crusaders and above all the assassination of Nikolaos Kanabos (or in Latin Nicolaus Kanabus), a few Kanabos went to Greece and ended up at Nafpaktia and Mistra.
[- Nikolaos Kanabus was, we know well, Sebastos (to render the Roman Imperial title of Augustus), then elected Emperor of the Byzantine Empire in 1204. (It's the last known act of the Roman Senate founded in 753 BC...). Nikolaos would be a relative of the Angelos Imperial dynasty, founded by Konstantinos Angelos from Philadelphia (1096)…]
- In 1453, after the Fall of Constantinople and Ottoman occupation, the Kanabos family left Constantinople to go to Greece.
- But… the last Kanabos living in Constantinople was the Prôtégoros (Lord Mayor) Laskaris Kanabos (1454), a relative of Laskaris and Kantakouzénos Imperial dynasties. His wife was also a relative of Constantin XI from Palaiologos dynasty, the last Emperor of Byzance.
- In 1683, after the Battle of Vienna, lost by Ottomans, won by the Polish King John III Sobieski, the Greek private I. Kanabos was a prisoner of war in Wilanow (Warsaw). He had descendants, the Kanabus (Latin form of our surname because of Polish administration) living actually in Poland. Family estate near Wilanow call “Kanabusowka” - exactly the same name as the estate “Kannabeiko” in Ano Hora/Nafpaktia (Greece).
- In the 18th century, some Kanabos fled Ottoman persecutions to Italy where one district of the Reggio Calabria city is called in Calabrian Greek “Kannavo” (phonetically transliterated) or "Cannavo" in Italian. (Warning: I personally don’t know this part of family history and I am curious to get more information).
- In the 20th century, some Kanabos (phonetically transliterated Canavos) immigrated to USA from Greece (1930), from Poland (1945-1949), and to Belgium and France from Italy and Poland (19??)…
- So, Church St Demetrios Kanabus (Constantinople), estate Kannabeiko (Greece), estate Kanabusowka (Poland), district Kannavo (Italy), yes, we will be proud: our clan across the universe.
- But… the last Kanabos living in Constantinople was the Prôtégoros (Lord Mayor) Laskaris Kanabos (1454), a relative of Laskaris and Kantakouzénos Imperial dynasties. His wife was also a relative of Constantin XI from Palaiologos dynasty, the last Emperor of Byzance.
- In 1683, after the Battle of Vienna, lost by Ottomans, won by the Polish King John III Sobieski, the Greek private I. Kanabos was a prisoner of war in Wilanow (Warsaw). He had descendants, the Kanabus (Latin form of our surname because of Polish administration) living actually in Poland. Family estate near Wilanow call “Kanabusowka” - exactly the same name as the estate “Kannabeiko” in Ano Hora/Nafpaktia (Greece).
- In the 18th century, some Kanabos fled Ottoman persecutions to Italy where one district of the Reggio Calabria city is called in Calabrian Greek “Kannavo” (phonetically transliterated) or "Cannavo" in Italian. (Warning: I personally don’t know this part of family history and I am curious to get more information).
- In the 20th century, some Kanabos (phonetically transliterated Canavos) immigrated to USA from Greece (1930), from Poland (1945-1949), and to Belgium and France from Italy and Poland (19??)…
- So, Church St Demetrios Kanabus (Constantinople), estate Kannabeiko (Greece), estate Kanabusowka (Poland), district Kannavo (Italy), yes, we will be proud: our clan across the universe.
The Event Horizon
"The Disobedience, eyes, anyone who has read History, is the Principal Virtue of Man. From
disobedience is born Progress. Disobedience and Rebellion are one.
Disobedience, in The Eyes of whosoever HAS read history, Is the Cardinal Virtue of Man.
Progress is born of Disobedience; all great rebellions are born of private acts of civil disobedience as well"
disobedience is born Progress. Disobedience and Rebellion are one.
Disobedience, in The Eyes of whosoever HAS read history, Is the Cardinal Virtue of Man.
Progress is born of Disobedience; all great rebellions are born of private acts of civil disobedience as well"
Pagans
He got tired
of being afraid of fear
afraid of god when there was
No god
afraid of fear
when he was alone
(which is ridiculous)
“we got guns, we got guns
mother fuckers better run”
Huge granite shapes of anguish
out to snuff your dumb lying ass.
The Commissioner
Detesting me so much
he imagines me into a mad house
into a burglar’s empty nightmare
Now he is senile and bald
ex-resident of Cook County.
I remember upon my winning a State Award
his first words were:
“T.J. should have won it.”
a few days later he congratulated me...
CRAWLSPACE (Pogo The Clown)
I remember an August night in New Town
Chicago. I was between bars
shooting pool and getting drunk
A black Lincoln Continental
with a chrome handled spotlight
like cops used back then
stopped on Broadway at 2 AM
and a fat man called “hey”
through the passenger side
I walked into the street
and leaned on the open window
“You want a ride...
smoke some grass?”
I looked at the square rounded face
mustache prominent over the mouth
‘No thanks,” I said
feeling the cold of the night air for the first time
“I’m just going across the street”
“Its your funeral,” he said
and cruised on towards Belmont
Another old fag slurping from the trough
I muttered and walked into Kim’s
Two weeks later
I saw him on the front page of the Sun Times
Decomposed tortured bodies
of 26 blonde haired young men
buried beneath the home of
John Wayne Gacy.
Chicago. I was between bars
shooting pool and getting drunk
A black Lincoln Continental
with a chrome handled spotlight
like cops used back then
stopped on Broadway at 2 AM
and a fat man called “hey”
through the passenger side
I walked into the street
and leaned on the open window
“You want a ride...
smoke some grass?”
I looked at the square rounded face
mustache prominent over the mouth
‘No thanks,” I said
feeling the cold of the night air for the first time
“I’m just going across the street”
“Its your funeral,” he said
and cruised on towards Belmont
Another old fag slurping from the trough
I muttered and walked into Kim’s
Two weeks later
I saw him on the front page of the Sun Times
Decomposed tortured bodies
of 26 blonde haired young men
buried beneath the home of
John Wayne Gacy.
The Pale Emperor (Nickolous Kanabus d. 1204 . Hagia Sophia)
"Don't need a mother fucker
looking down on me
the mother fucker looking down on me.
least I know
wherever I go
I got the Devil beneath my feet."*
*(Marilyn Manson -The Pale Emperor . 2015)
looking down on me
the mother fucker looking down on me.
least I know
wherever I go
I got the Devil beneath my feet."*
*(Marilyn Manson -The Pale Emperor . 2015)
Once I Kissed a Woman and Nothing Happened
My sons called
Oh man - I was thrilled
David is getting married
so happy for him and for us
More Kanabus genes in the Darwinian Pool
(fuck the lumpenprole)
(fuck the lumpenprole)
Ladies: Snag a Kanabus boy if you want
brilliant children
Royalty and Valor
From Byzantium to Warsaw
Spears and Banners forge
"into what has never been named
where all women are fiery
all roses are scary
and all kisses are eternal...
Only the poem exists...
It is good, absence."*
*Ted Berrigan ‘Autobiography’
(for Henry Kanabus)
TIME IS THE SIMPLEST THING
(for William Carlos Williams)
Sensory overload. How's Richard. He's Dead.
I remember my father chopping off the head of a chicken
In the red barn
I remember a B movie
And my life starting very slowly
And ending quickly
So much depends...
Sensory overload. How's Richard. He's Dead.
I remember my father chopping off the head of a chicken
In the red barn
I remember a B movie
And my life starting very slowly
And ending quickly
So much depends...
Where's This Heading
I remember Ted Berrigan
locked into a room
by himself
in Boulder Colorado
having his Pepsi
left at his door
unable to exit
for lack of amphetamine
I had a Tab
in my front
jean watch pocket
(he had given it to me the night before)
I left it on top of the soda cap
When he exited and came to the Reading
we said nothing about it...
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