Marie Laurencin
“Apollinaire and His Friends”
1909
Chimes Street Poets & Artists
__________________
Forget It
Revisiting Chimes
The 5 Perfections
Chimes Street Apartment
Apollinaire and His Friends
Greta Garbo
Charting the Progress
Unraveling It
Show Me Its Face
All the Lies
The Dance
__________________
Forget It
“I must forget
how to write”
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/8/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
she tries to forget—
how to write, unlearning
what they taught her
last night she dreamed—
nobody taught her anything
she was free as a bird
even with dreaming tho—
she tries not to succumb
to love completely
Revisiting Chimes
“I must learn not—
to write, instead watch
with my 5 senses”
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/8/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
it’s all sorta sad—
that she’s gotta fight it
but romance is that way
maybe someday—
she’ll love it all the way
these passing dayz
maybe someday—
déjà vu wordage oozing
thru her fingers
The 5 Perfections
"the 5 perfections that
are the 5 hindrances"
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/8/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
she looks in the mirror—
another day ruined
ennui kills the day
she decides to return—
to behind the state capitol
for her class reunion
a mirror cracks—
her hands get swollen
the devil comes back again
Chimes Street Apartment
“there’s a strange
man-boy in bed”
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/9/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
tiger town at night—
not much different than
way back when…
same desultory ache tho—
this dumpy little side street
once her hippie home?
the state capitol loomed—
behind it down on her knees
so tres gay & doomed
Apollinaire and His Friends
"Oh for the days of
Marie Laurencin”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/9/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
apollinaire in the center—
picasso & his dog to the left
two of picasso’s mistresses
marie laurencin paints—
another delightfully coy
insouciant portrait
miss wieners along with—
miss spicer & miss mcclure
there at big eric’s place
Greta Garbo
“It is poetry day again”
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
ray charles on piano—
somewhere in another room
the window fills with light
last night she thought—
she was greta garbo for one
instant, then she was gone
then she felt like marlene—
dietrich this time all alone
blue angel voodoo love
Charting the Progress
“we contain the souls
of our ancestors”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
chimes street edge—
college campus exiles then
all those young hippies gone
she didn’t care much—
for charting the progress
of her lost soul back then
too much envy, disgust—
her gay psyche working
overtime just to survive
Unraveling It
“transmitted to us at birth”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
unraveling it now—
seeing all the str8t snags
and hetero syndromes
it’s not very easy—
who wants to be diligent
with one’s own doom?
and yet here she was—
poking around, perusing
gay flashback poetics?
Show Me His Face
“we all know how death
travels these days”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
tonight they’re dancing—
the dance of death all over
mardi gras big easy
see all the queens—
doing their cute pirouettes
their little spike shoes?
and those butchy boyz—
at lafitte's, crowding close
cum flowing on the floor
All the Lies
“you think you’ve
seen it all”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
she gathers faces—
old pictures from her heart
all her past lives
she charts her progress—
how each action unrolled
with or without her will
so that each time—
had its own poetic to
telling all the lies
The Dance
“the human voice is blue”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 5/10/59”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
fast as she could write it—
the list of the living dead
gone, baby, gone
gone ginsberg, creeley—
wieners, orlovsky, lavigne
kerouac, cassidy, burroughs
beatniks sliding thru—
rooms of 50’s drug addicts
turning into 60’s hippies
“Apollinaire and His Friends”
1909
Chimes Street Poets & Artists
__________________
Forget It
Revisiting Chimes
The 5 Perfections
Chimes Street Apartment
Apollinaire and His Friends
Greta Garbo
Charting the Progress
Unraveling It
Show Me Its Face
All the Lies
The Dance
__________________
Forget It
“I must forget
how to write”
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/8/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
she tries to forget—
how to write, unlearning
what they taught her
last night she dreamed—
nobody taught her anything
she was free as a bird
even with dreaming tho—
she tries not to succumb
to love completely
Revisiting Chimes
“I must learn not—
to write, instead watch
with my 5 senses”
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/8/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
it’s all sorta sad—
that she’s gotta fight it
but romance is that way
maybe someday—
she’ll love it all the way
these passing dayz
maybe someday—
déjà vu wordage oozing
thru her fingers
The 5 Perfections
"the 5 perfections that
are the 5 hindrances"
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/8/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
she looks in the mirror—
another day ruined
ennui kills the day
she decides to return—
to behind the state capitol
for her class reunion
a mirror cracks—
her hands get swollen
the devil comes back again
Chimes Street Apartment
“there’s a strange
man-boy in bed”
—John Wieners,
“Saturday, 3/9/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
tiger town at night—
not much different than
way back when…
same desultory ache tho—
this dumpy little side street
once her hippie home?
the state capitol loomed—
behind it down on her knees
so tres gay & doomed
Apollinaire and His Friends
"Oh for the days of
Marie Laurencin”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/9/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
apollinaire in the center—
picasso & his dog to the left
two of picasso’s mistresses
marie laurencin paints—
another delightfully coy
insouciant portrait
miss wieners along with—
miss spicer & miss mcclure
there at big eric’s place
Greta Garbo
“It is poetry day again”
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
ray charles on piano—
somewhere in another room
the window fills with light
last night she thought—
she was greta garbo for one
instant, then she was gone
then she felt like marlene—
dietrich this time all alone
blue angel voodoo love
Charting the Progress
“we contain the souls
of our ancestors”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
chimes street edge—
college campus exiles then
all those young hippies gone
she didn’t care much—
for charting the progress
of her lost soul back then
too much envy, disgust—
her gay psyche working
overtime just to survive
Unraveling It
“transmitted to us at birth”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
unraveling it now—
seeing all the str8t snags
and hetero syndromes
it’s not very easy—
who wants to be diligent
with one’s own doom?
and yet here she was—
poking around, perusing
gay flashback poetics?
Show Me His Face
“we all know how death
travels these days”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
tonight they’re dancing—
the dance of death all over
mardi gras big easy
see all the queens—
doing their cute pirouettes
their little spike shoes?
and those butchy boyz—
at lafitte's, crowding close
cum flowing on the floor
All the Lies
“you think you’ve
seen it all”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 3/17/58”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
she gathers faces—
old pictures from her heart
all her past lives
she charts her progress—
how each action unrolled
with or without her will
so that each time—
had its own poetic to
telling all the lies
The Dance
“the human voice is blue”
—John Wieners,
“Sunday, 5/10/59”
The Journal of John Wieners
707 Joy Street
fast as she could write it—
the list of the living dead
gone, baby, gone
gone ginsberg, creeley—
wieners, orlovsky, lavigne
kerouac, cassidy, burroughs
beatniks sliding thru—
rooms of 50’s drug addicts
turning into 60’s hippies
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