THE SECOND MIMEO REVOLUTION
Two of the new recruits for the Second Mimeo Revolution, operating out of a small town in South Dakota, dedicated to overthrowing Trump.
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the silent treatment
The Silent Treatment
Sitting around
Ferlinghetti’s
apartment
over his
print shop
on upper Green
more than
40 years ago
after Bukowski’s
first
City Lights
reading,
with Ferlinghetti
Bukowski
Rip Torn &
a host of
minions,
someone said
Bukowski
you’re the
only one
who’s
done it &
I said
no one’s
done it
or we
wouldn’t
still be
trying to
do it &
Ferlinghetti said
the Beats
did it.
The Beats?
I said.
Kerouac?
Ginsberg?
Ferlinghetti?
Ah, but then
you’re Ferlinghetti.
The room
got very
quiet &
Bukowski
smiled
down into
his beer
cradled on
his gut.
“Now you’ve
done it
Bennett,”
he said,
& Ferlinghetti
stared at
me with
ice blue
eyes
that said
we’re
going to
silence you.
Which they
never did.
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some things last forever
Some Things Last Forever
First
the earth
was the
center of
the solar
system &
then the
sun itself
was &
then the
solar system
was part
of a
galaxy &
not a
very big
part
at that
& then
the galaxy
was a
smidgen
in the
big wide
universe before
it became
just a
universe
because
it was
seeming likely
there were
more out there
& now
it seems
possible that
there’s a
countless number
of universes
synapsing
one into
the other.
But things
are also
racing off
in the
other direction,
into the
infinitesimally
small.
We’ve come
a long way
since the
earth was
flat &
Columbus
discovered America.
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saying what’s important
Saying What’s Important
One good reader
is all any writer needs
wrote Henry Miller,
& that statement
was enough to
drive 632 writers
to suicide,
three to
national recognition,
& 16,000
into a
lifetime of
day jobs.
Then there’s
the handful
who understood
what he meant &
are untouchable
by fame or flattery.
Taking all this
into consideration,
Miller has
to be
the most
important writer
of the
Twentieth Century.
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The Ghost of Bobby Fischer
The Ghost of Bobby Fischer
Bobby Fischer
challenged me
to a
game of
chess in
the Atlanta
airport
boarding area.
He said
he would
beat me in
fifteen moves.
It took
seventeen.
“I’m all
washed up,”
he said,
& hopped
a flight
to Iceland.
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special people
Special People
There are
special people
who glow
like fireflies
& float
unfettered like
pollen who
suffer softly
& dream
roses &
lily pads
whose smile &
gentle touch
soothe the
multitudes who
acquire wealth
in abundance
as a
result of
their being &
pass it
on as if
it were a
river that
runs thru
them.
This is
what greatness
is a
gift that
cannot be
acquired.
They’re living
proof if
there is
such a
proof of a
benevolent God
out of
reach to the
rest of us.
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