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MacDougal Street Blues

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Written in Jim Hudson's window lookin' out on MacDougal Street Summer of 1954, when he left me his whole apartment He went away with his girl someplace: Parade among Images Images Images Looking Looking - And everybody's turning around & pointing - Nobody looks up and In Nor listens to Samantabhadra's Unceasing Compassion No Sound Still S s s s t t Seethe Of Sea Blue Moon Holy X-Jack Miracle Night - Instead yank & yucker For pits & pops Look for crashes Pictures Squares Explosions Birth Death Legs I know, sweet hero, Enlightenment has Come Rest in Still In the Sun Think Think Not Think no more Lines - Straw hat, hands a back Classed He exam in atein distinct Rome prints - Trees prurp and saw <Because> The Chessplayers Wont End Still they sit Millions of hats In underwater foliage Over marble games The Greeks of Chess Plot the Pop of Mate King Queen - I know their game, their elephant with the pillar With the pearl in it, Their gory bishops And Vital Pawns - Their devout frontline Sacrificial pawn shops Their stately king Who is so tall Their Virgin Queens Pree ing to Knave The Night Knot - Their Bhagavad Gitas of Ignorance, Krishna's advice, Comma, The game begins - <clip> Jean-Louis Go home, Man <clip> - So tho I am wise I have to wait like Anyotherfool Lets forget the strollers Forget the scene Lets close our eyes Let me instruct Thee Here is dark Milk Here is Sweet Mahameru Who will Coo To you Too As he did to me One night at three When I w k e i t P l e e Knelt to See Realit ee And I said 'Wilt thou protect me for 'ver?' And he in his throatless deep mother hole Replied ' H o m ' ================================ Here is the complete text: MACDOUGAL STREET BLUES In the Form of 3 Cantos CANTO UNO The goofy foolish human parade Passing on Sunday art streets Of Greenwich Village Pitiful drawings of images on an iron fence ranged there by self believing artists with no hair and black berets showing green seas eating at rock and Pleiades of Time Pestiferating at moon squid Salt flat tip fly toe tat sand traps With cigar smoking interesteds puffing at the stroll I mean sincerely naive sailors buying prints Women with red banjos On their handbags And arts handicrafty Slow shuffling art-ers of Washington Square Passing in what they think Is a happy June afternoon Good God the Sorrow They dont even listen to me when I try to tell them they will die They say "Of course I know I'll die, Why shd you mention It now - Why should I worry About it - It ll happen It ll happen - Now I want a good time - Excuse me - It's a beautiful happy June Afternoon I want to walk in - Why are you so tragic & gloomy? And in the corner at the Pony Stables On Sixth Ave & 4th Sits Bodhisattva Meditating In Hobo Rags Praying at Joe Gould's chair For the Emancipation Of the shufflers passing by, Immovable in Meditation He offers his hand & feet To the passers by And nobody believes That there's nothing to believe in. Listen to Me. There is no sidewalk artshow No strollers are there No poem here, no June afternoon of Oh But only Imagelessness Unrepresented on the iron fence Of bald artist With black berets Passing by One moment less than this Is future Nothingness Already The Chess men are silent, assembled Ready for funny war - Voices of Washington Square Blues Rise to my Bodhisattva Poem Window I will describe them:- Ey t k ey ee Sa la o s o F r u p t u r t Etc. No need, no words to describe The sound of ignorance - They are strolling to their death Watching the Pictures of Hell Eating Ice Cream of Ignorance


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