Showing posts with label City Lights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label City Lights. Show all posts
Sunday, 24 April 2016
Poster by Daniel Abdal-Moore for The Floating Lotus Magic Opera Company
A hand-drawn poster by Daniel Abdal-hayy Moore for an event at The Floating Lotus Magic Opera Company in San Francisco, circa 1968.
Saturday, 26 November 2011
The Powers of the Word by Rene Daumal
Translated and introduced by Mark Pollizzotti, published by City Lights, 1991.
Rene Daumal was a French poet and essayist, 1908-1944. He was also the author of the satire A Night of Serious Drinking and the unfinished novel Mount Analogue.
The cover photograph is of Daumal at the age of 15, experimenting with 'paroptic' vision.
Rene Daumal was a French poet and essayist, 1908-1944. He was also the author of the satire A Night of Serious Drinking and the unfinished novel Mount Analogue.
The cover photograph is of Daumal at the age of 15, experimenting with 'paroptic' vision.
Saturday, 04 September 2010
A daisy in the memory of a shark - Pete Winslow

A daisy in the memory of a shark is a collection of poems by little known US surrealist poet Pete Winslow, published by City Lights Books in 1973. Winslow was just 37 when he died the year before as a result of complications following surgery. He had published a handful of small collections since the early 1960s. There is very little information about Winslow on the internet.
Lines from some of the poems in A daisy in the memory of a shark read as follows:
I called the ocean by its first name
I became an eon but a billion years passed in an instant...
A strange wind carries children to the tops of buildings...
How may I become your clothes when you are so lovely nude
This is the problem of the moon
Whose solution is to disappear...
The invisible telephones of the wind are ringing...
I am famous for the beer which flows from my hair...
Morning stretched its layers of light so softly
That hundreds of night creatures caught unaware
Run about on the table while we have coffee...
I bid my life for the girl tasting of poppies...
The murmur of the city is the beginning of the earthquake...
Your eyelids close
And you inspect me with your alternate eyes...
My pillow over my face
Its hair turning my mind to feathers...
My portrait is ill today its hair is falling out...
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