Reports last week of the deaths of Beat poet and playwright Michael McClure and musician Little Richard moved Alex to these lines influenced, in MM’s case, by the full moon:
To think / this has been going on since / forever
an event! / an experience! / an action!
and even my indolence / cannot make up for / what imagination conjures
nothing going on here that / did not start forever ago
it’s the moon / who makes us see in sky / what the sun / can only bring in dream
thus this is the it that / makes unmakes masks unmasks
the real / transient / untenable
at the jugular / a life a death
Some times the moon is/ a crystal ball!
Tonight, for instance
the moon is singing / and then / displaying a face within / its face, almost recognizable / a woman? a young man?
a movie star or an / acquaintance /
who is it?
Some nights the moon is
silvery, as in that song—
who can see it
can say it
8:23 PM 4 May 20
silence / in the interim
tolerates neither / question or answer
who are you / that you should / say?
what you know / is self-contained
this need to / be let out
off course / free &
9:34 PM 4 May 20
Tonight / Moon Full / Light
Silvery / Crystal / Face
Look / See who’s / There
What / Brings it on / Nobody knows
Who knew is / Nobody known / Forgot
a face like / any other / but yours
Yes you say / a part of it / already with you
Found the lost still / still about to / unless another says it first
10:15 PM 5 May 20
Last night’s moon
& Tonight’s moon
And Last night’s
Face of a beautiful
Tonight has a
10:41 PM 5 May 20
PS this morning I found out McClure died yesterday
A couple of pages from Alex’s notebook, writing about the moon, drawing himself drawing himself.
Rhythm / Knows / What / Melody / Will never know
Words / Reach / And / Still never reach
Beat / Hits / Time / Beyond the line
Song / Pulse / Ever living
Not prayer / Not tribute / Not form
Past Blood / Heart Lungs / Open Breath
What mind / Will not name / Leave be
Gone / Back / to Miss Molly!
PM 9 May 20