We think walls are good for keeping out the cold and rain. And for displaying some art. They’re useless in the creation and propagation of art. We don’t care if Language poetry appears next to sonnets, or haiku next to spoken word and workshop poetry beside agit-smut. Our tastes are catholic—even though we’re Jews and pagans and Buddhists and libertines and run-of-the-mill Christians. We don’t care how art is shaped—round like moon, flat like roadkill, angular like love, twisted like political promises. We hear many voices (even when we’re taking our meds) and are guided by whimsy and passion and urgency. We want more.
Big Bridge is a rather wonderful place that I stumbled upon just recently. I’m astounded by the amount of content — and I’ve barely scratched the beat surface. It was the d.a.levy satellite page that was my gateway into their labyrinthine tapestry, I’d found out about levy from his homepage at thing.net, and I’d found out about thing.net from my interest in Michael McClure (whom I’d found out about whilst researching curious cacti (dig out his ‘Peyote Poem’ for a sweet beat treat)) …
So… you’re assignments (should you choose to accept them):
- read SUBURBAN MONASTERY DEATH POEM by d.a.levy
- PERFORM these selections from GHOST TANTRAS by Mr. McClure (and put some fugging BEAST into it!)
- click & scroll & delve & fall into the tickling fancies threaded thickly through BIG BRIDGE…
- have sweet dreams when you get there.