The Return of Jose Quintero
by Claire Burch

Jose Quintero directs Eugene O'Neill's
Moon for the Misbegotten

1.
in panama a babe was born unto
and was your role to sleepwalk O'Neill through
knowing the worm in apple knowing death
through booze and past that dwelling on that angst
was necessary before Lazarus could laugh
or jose bring O'Neill's last finished play to life

moon for the misbegotten
in a manger
josie be virgin mary who then jamie be
jose who jamie be? Orestes come!
no that is not his myth nor mammary
mother was mythed he cannot now he cannot
mother was mythed amethyst that tryst where merlin edipus priapus
puss in boots bid god sled to the frozen north
first to come in mother o to come in other to mothercome and other
overcome but undergone o mother I have renounced
mother renounced
all women to dead my love of thee

landmark Moon for the Misbegotten the New York Times Monday Dec. 31, 1973. by Clive Barnes

there are some performances in the theater just a few that surge along as
if they were holding the whole world on a tidal wave. I felt that surge
that excitement that special revealed truth while watching Eugene O'Neill's
a Moon for the Misbegotten which on Saturday night officially opened a

limited run at the Morosco theater. This is a landmark production that
people are going to talk about for many years. The play has been staged
by Jose Quintero making a directorial comeback and stars Colleen
Dewhurst, Jason Robards Jr. and Ed Flanders... It seemed to me to be
an idea I vibrant cast -- a cast that listened acutely to the realities and ?
tonalities of O'Neill's voice in one of the great plays of the 20th certury.....

Mr. Quintero plays his cards unerringly. You could take a temperature
chart of his staging and it would be the same as the play itself. He never
exagerates, falsifies, indeed he never cheats on the playwright's scoring.
And in this play, much more than any other, O'Neill seemed to know exactly
what he wanted.

Jose, if you could have your moments Jose, what moments again,
what moments?

2.
done drunk the hemlock
aged bourbon named
and split not virgin with a scepter nor stump
and split not virgin with a scepter nor stump

if you could have those moments again Jose, what moments Jose,
what moments?

the cast is engaged and beautiful. Colleen Dewhurst as
Josie the virgin earth mother with common sense shining through
her eyes like stars and love clinging to her big red hands
was so beautiful. She spoke O'Neill as if it were being
spoken for the first time - and not the first time in a theater
(you always hope for that) but for the first time in a certain
New England farm, on a certain September night in 1923.
Of course the real part, the whirlwind part in the play is
that of James Tyrone and it is here that Mr. Robards - with
his diffidently cocky stance, his map lined face a stark
report of suffering and yet also an odd collection of pictures
of O'Neill himself - lays bare the simple secret of the Tyrones.

It is simply their impossible embrace of guilt. But Mr. Robards
finds a significence in the way he lights a match, or in his
post drunken recognition of a bonded whiskey - with a glance
a grimace and gesture he showed that O'Neill and Proust
knew the same terrible revelations about remembrance.

But how can you write about performances you are going to
talk about for years - watch the - thanks to - James in Josie's -
and I have not yet even mentioned Ed Flander's sprightly O'Casey
and playboy of the Eastern world performance as Josie's father
Phil. This is O'Neill at his most - and you can - gather this
for yourself in this touching and splendid . . . . . .

so so so so so so so so so so so so so so a sould can be trapped by a
myth though the body roam free? so so so so so so so so so so so

and if body trapped in that myth and the soul roam free
egoless finally to waiting returning arriving going and knowing
cursing the pogrom of poets flung broken amonging
soft soapy sagging sodden sudden somatozoa

Jamie Tyrone returns because he -
that little (Josie Colleen big?) of he that little love of he -

3.
ALREADY ACCEPTING ABANDONMENT ond this time knowing no
am ready to be if need be this time and
am ready am if need be this time and
no other for me this time will not have it to be alone this time
fly if alone so far that eagles gasp
crevasse ravine the scene O'Neillian majestic break the myth and win the

queenly this time she gathers narcissi and smiles to herself in mirrors
noting small swell of stomach and swift sure development of the taboosey
(certain that she will birth Lord Merlin's book bag, she looks forward
to raising it delighting that memento of soft fingered lovering will
remain)

WHO IS SHE
WHY SHE IS GUENEVEVE OF COURSE WHO SAW THE PIAY
She takes to reading Dickens and makes cinnamon apples and custard
trifle for Cub Scout troops throughout the world.

dance alegretto to dante's inferno
I lift my lamp beside your teeming shores
give me your tired your poor your huddled messes
opium (again) religion of the working classes
I do not Jose they will sing to me.

to detonate a myth and save a soul
to retreat against solstice of summer soldiers
jamee tire one loves josie but she can't
he can't she can she can he can't O'Neill
the moving train the parallel tracks - never --

to meet to meet to meeting fleet a white
boat to resist a most mythed Wife of Bath
I wanted a mother but you screamed no though held
me (him, Merlin? Jamie Tyrone perhaps? Jose? Eugene?)
seductive mother rend with anger towards
husbands and kings not worthy to play the glass bead game
in love and pity love and pity love and pity
so fixed me (him, them) with profound eye and melon breast

well maybe I can't is how it might stack up mother
well maybe I can't
So ran from women always ever after softer laughter all that
only to know a man woman to close to -
when last you died I cried for you mother

4.
jose when last you cast I cried for you jose
not long ago remember when you died
to be reborn, to know O'Neill full fathom
to reach that bottom where the stars make sounds

(trickle of urine down a trouser leg)
bound east for cardiff again in heavy fog
jamie tyrone in pain again whiIe past
imprints him memory - jose you did the trip
to know it for colleen and jason and us
to know it for - yet see how you when ready
detonate myth - end endings through free will?

If myth and memory dream and mass unconscious -
lazarus laughs today (if not too tired)

jason robards junior and colleen dewhurst and Jose quintero and
everybody set out in a pea green boat they had some honey and
plenty of nunny and were old enough to vote my god thou hast
forsaken oh O'Neill that broke thy fall when downwardsley and
parseley
thyme
SAGE rosemary and rime sung to some foolish lilting tune oh
the tyrones were blinded in their bath gust blood spurt linens
for those winding

is it perhaps language is it perhaps language is it perhaps lang
is it perhaps language is it perhaps language is it perhaps lang
is it perhaps language is it perhaps language is it perhaps lang
I do not doubt they wili sing to thee
I do not doubt they will sing to thee

do we dare to still beseech
do we dada each to each
myth imprint on plain folk

I do not think they will O'Neill to thee.

when in confess with small minds and mens shoes
I all alone espy they secret late
the clear and singled voice like terrored eye
transfigured audio ence that cried bravo

they're all about (ghosts gusts gates Tyrones come back)
to haunt the misbegotten who are lordly
aristo crazy dead played out and sick

5.
jose collene jason and other friendly
members of the
detonate your myth and save
as jose did - a soul
his yours our ours
your own or others (if there indeed be other
that other differing from self in
how do I love thee? Let me way the names.
how do I love thee? Iet me way the names?

merlin returns.
RETURN OF MERLIN THE MAGICIAN
MAGICIAN AS DIRECTOR
JOSE JOSE JOSE MAGIC AGAIN JOSE

one upon a paradigm
breaking totem taboo you who
tell em you did it tell em tell em you gonna do it
check mate your date next taboosey move down
totem taboosey bow to your partner change sides
dance a legretto to andantes inferno

Moon for the Misbegotten
in a manger
josie be virgin mary who then Jamie be?
jose who jamie be? Orestes come ?
no that is not his myth nor mammary
mother was mythed he cannot now he cannot
mother was mythed he cannot now he cannot
if only he had been with her and fled
he would not sense her dead

Jamie Eugene - he has to die like his director did
to be - breech birth and instruments - reborn
a Tyrone with magicians calm intent
to detonate a myth and save a soul

We dream Eugene O'Neill we cop a feel
you do not scare and are your own man.

well bobbitylee and jamie tyrone and me
we walk the path of history we walk the
while Moons for Misbegottens light the path
wrath is a stranger getting a spanking

6.
over O'Neill's knee
jose remember when they did not -
you did not think again they would sing to thee.

if broth be chickened and mushroom full saute
apartheid played afraid dim in the shade
accused of Hubrid (pride), eager to ride
the eagle to bed
then restless lad be loined to tendernesse
whan that aprille shoures again thisse world would be
queI messe queI messe quel messe!

jose remember when they did not trust
jose remember when they did not trust
jose remember when they did not
their goldgreed turned to rust
and now again thee rings to point the plight
long journey into that waIpurgisnight
tunneled and furrowed there so long crouching
afraid the curse also to you also to you
to black quinteros as tyrones and mourning
becomes electra while the hairy ape
bound east for cardiff meets the great god brown

(strange interlude) before The Iceman Cometh
the Iceman went done died and is reborn
quintero dead only to be born again
only to be born again is it perhaps
be born again is it perhaps language
again is it perhaps jose is language
and thee I love thee better than my better
and thee I love thee better than my better

jose reborn brings Eugene's last finished play
to life

sequel to long day's journey into night
soul reclaiming time, line up for soul reclaiming Jamie
Eugene says through Josie - Colleen - Jose
may you rest forever in forgiveness and peace
may you forever in for ness and peace
may you forever in for peace

bring solace to the soul of Jamie solace

7.
WITNESS The buggering of PRIAPUS by the Holly HER maphrodite,
which results in the birth of the singing mermaids.

Her maids came to her in the morning bearing bowls of green papayas
and silver berries.

to detonate a myth and save a soul
to detonate a myth and save a soul to
to detonconcentration camp a moment
to history a sigh and blame a flood for foraging alone

if myth and memory dream and mass unconscious
sent jason and colleed ed flanders through
field row on row through the Void to comet to
O'NeilI jose and jamie and josie and you

(sure could do with some nice hot socratic stew
hog gravy black eyed pease
chitlins chirpin on the grass alas
and the human condition being as always
changeable and varied.
scattered aprille shoures over Block Island.
Oops Jose Quintero slipped
dropped some mayo on his shoe
and got reborn.

lazarus laughed did hee who made the lamb make theeeeeeeeeeeee?

bound east for cardiff againing heavy fog
jamie tyrone in pain again mythpast
imprints him memory - jose thee done that trip
to Know it for colleen and jason and we
to know it for - yet see how you when ready
detonate myth end endinas throuch free will

TO DETONATE A MYTH ASK MR. QUINTERO
IT WAS NOT EASY YET HE DID IT HOW
IT WAS NOT EASY YET HE DID IT HOW

colleen as that part of jose time could not corrupt nor make give up
nor pain deflect the virgin in the whore
(pretending whoreishness but fresh untouched inside as was before)
colleen is jose now still strong and pure
josie jose I saw

8.
I jamie, Jose, Eugene, Man Pan Billy the Kid, the River,

mother I cannot so I close my eyes
to all thy sex - in that way mother - o
to all thy sex - in that way mother - o

Beware the diploid scross eyed Hermaphrodite.

see the papers about to go to press we get a CABLEGRAMPS FROM
MARS
hold the press don't print the book catastrophees is on the way
end of the holy human empirecesses
mirthquake cyclopscone end of the world disease
hurry cane and abel pilgrims gone on pilgrimages
grab your partner and head for the arc that's how we flood the
lang ian knot rag.

the cast is engaged and beautiful)
Colleen Dewhurst as Josie the virgin
with common sense shining through her eyes like stars
love clinging to her big red hands was so beautiful

she spoke O'Neill as if it were being spoken for the
o mother why? when last you mother why? o mother why?
and not for the first time in a theater (you always hope for
but for the first time in a certain New England farm, on a
mother I cannot so I close my eyes drugged pain o past o
on a certain September night in 1923. Of course the real
mother I cannot so I close my eyes drugged pain o past o
of course the real part in the play is that of James Tyrone and
it is here that Mr Robards - with his diffidently cocky stance, his
mother I cannot so I close my eyes drugged pain o past o
his map lined face stark report of suffering and yet also an
to all thy sex - in that way mother - closed to all thy sex now
lays bare the simple secret of the Tyrones it is simply their
to all thy sex - in that way mother - closed to all thy sex now
impossible embrace of guilt.

But Mr. Robards finds a significance
jose who made thee dost thou know who made thee gave thee life and
in the way he lights a match or on his past drunken recognition
detonate myth had changed an end jose detonate myth had changed an
showed that O'Neill and Proust knew the same terrible revelations

9.
detonate myth had changed an end jose detonate myth had changed
an end jose detonate myth had changed and ends justify the means

you have the last laugh on them jose when it was far away
frightened of never againing it you could not stay
newtonian reality for long so flew away
enveloped in the mists of mead that even
them norse gods needed when the twilight of the gods
was gotterdamerungian around them.
god oh damn ere Yung eons around them
unsung far flung O'Neillian con found them ?
JOSE DETONATE A TRAGIC MYTH TODAY
JOSE SURROUND THEM

RETURN OF AND COSMIC AND HELLO JOSE ?

Jamie Tyrone
Questions to be asked of Jamie Tyrone by the head mistress of
any academy.

Did you have enough tit Jamie?
Jamie you could answer not having to know O'Neill or the tyrones or
Jose You could answer from the Greek experience if you
were Jamie tyrone

the eggs were often well done

shouId this person be permitted to maintain identification
with a particular archetype or is it necessary (and is he
strong enough) to detach and move on to the next one - if
there is a next one which is the raises the question as to
the relationship between the developmental nature and the
final form though methinks that the first part of this paragraph
answered that.

this is an attempt to deal with the problem

10.
POOR JAMIE TYRONE'S ALMANAC

doomed always to miss
so far
you fade so far
paren thee thees
and close
parent thee these.

yes -- as we mentioned -- desten dined to miss
decisive moment -- just arrived EVENT.

tuned always to another's space (may be)
more beautifulle (Schuberdie's String Quar debt)
then when that Aprille showers at the Easter Parade
(hail fellow well met but not yet he is --
my Bill (names a metaphor for the good of the poor)).

timing always off, galaxial accident
when tragic comic and when comic tragic
balanced on image never tuned to other
good guy yet timing always off, galaxial
accident
when tragic comic and when comic tragic
balanced on image never tuned to other
(good guy), yet
listening only to his own
music on radioed newspapered magazined
ALREADY STAMPED PRE -TASTED PRE-TESTED PRE-LISTENED PREAGONIZED OVER ALREADY EDITED
ALREADY PROCESSED ALREADY BROUGHT TO POINT
WHERE AUDIENCE OF EFFETE EASTERNER WINESIP
CHEESEDIP DISTRACTABLE UNFOCUSED
NEEDING THE EFFORT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S ROOMS
TO ORDER FOR HIM WHAT HE FAILS
TO TAKE THE

EFFORT TO ORDER SPRUCE UP ARPEGGIO
BRISK CHANGING PACE FECUNDATE MAKE SYCHRON
HEDONISTIC DIGNITEED VELOCOPEED
INTO A BLOODY REAL SHAPE AT LEAST ONE SMALL
SACRIFICE OF AN AREA OF NEWTONIAN
PLEASURE
for the intensification and sharpening and softening

11.
jose three years ago. it was always there
but had to die to be reborn and care
again.

so is the audience the chorus or do they
know nothing and wait jose's deduction, jason's
seduction too that brings them to that place
where myth dream memory and mass unconsclous
again implodes the Eugenepain jose
took as his own to love the myth then detonate it
jason the means not Golden Fleece but Thousand Clowns
jason has saved jose has saved colleen
the others save each other ed flanders saves
they all save jose and jose saves all
they all save jose and jose saves all

12.
Colleen your Josie saved jose today
he saveth Josie similar tomorrow
jason he save O'Neill jamie can't be saved
jose is saved and jason carlotta too late
eugene not too late jose has saved again
jose has saved O'Neill again he saveth
O'Neill tomorrow
Iike he aIways done.

so far I dream thee fade soooo far parents thee these oh close
parenthesis

who is speaking to whom anyhow
Jose Quintero
Eugene O'Neill and Jamie Tyrone
Gueneveve
Jason Robards Jr.
Merlin
Ida Sweet as Apple Cider
Colleen Dewhurst
Ed Flanders
Eugene O'Neill and Jamie O'Neill
Dr . Bossard
Emma the Kind Hearted Whore
Jack the pirate
Dr. Carl Yung
stigmata freud
bert and russell
the former king sid arthur
josie the heroine in moon for the misbegotten
Jose while to one side the pride of armies cracked your dream to shards
in yards jose so blinding streameth full they blew our tear away
and thence to terror jose to terrored eye
Because we saw we saw you sitting there at first so quiet
thee brown smile undimpled in reflection if this be you said perusingly
the life of mind they claim it be
then where's the climate for a
truth just one to ring unprettied from the proscenium

so never woman thence for they must stay virgin like you mother
not woman in that way for me they must stay virgin like you mother.

Some trains or thought will have sex as their route source,
other trains will be linked to other instincts or archetypes.

13.
bring solace to the soul of Jamie how
bring solace to the soul of Jamie how?

Ed Flanders Phil, Colleen as Josie, Jason
as Jamie, where's Jose?
when last you - yes I cried for you Jose -
but when you died you came again to where
Eugene O'Neill stands dry eyed waiting for -
you broke a myth Jose - you did it - or
jason and colleen and ed with you - the core
of that O'Neillian apple apple being no different
from alI the rest of it.

jason colleen who made thee
dost thou know who made thee
gave thee life and bade thee feed
by the stream and oer the mead
gave thee jose of delight
gave thee clothing gave thee -

he died for you and was reborn that you might -
(not so he died for nobody - onIy
to follow that journey into night himself
so far that on returning personal past
could seem timetable on a pilgrimage
beyond the horizon bound east for well he cameth
and no one was ready then and so the Iceman
went back among the Ice Ages and the Misbegotten
and hung around a couple of million years
until - this time they will sing to you
but when last you died I cried for you Jose.

I cried for you the magician did not know you but cried too
you can laugh now they broke your back then
yet cameth back and won them all again
not for them not for you not for - Carlotta Monterey's promise perhaps
that trusted - knew you - Carlotta's promise perhaps
Jamie still rent by furies - josie more peaceful finally
too late for jamie - ask jason - he'll tell you - that health
still possible for innocents and poor white trash

jamie - decadent - house of Atreus - jose if you
could have your wish what moments again what moments
what moments jose what moments jose what moments?

14.
in panama a babe was bom unto
and was your role to sleepwalk O'Neill through
knowing the worm in apple knowing death
through booze and past that dwelling on that angst
was necessary before lazarus could laugh
or jose bring O'Neill's last finished play to life

Moon for the Misbegotten
in a manger
josie be virgin mary who then jamie be
jose who jamie be? Orestes come!
no that is not his myth nor mammary
mother was mythed he cannot now he cannot

because we saw you sitting there at first so quiet
brown smile undimpled in reflection
if this be you said perusingly
the life of mind they claim it be
then where's the cIimate for a truth just one
to ring unprettied from the proscenium?

15.
POETRY FROM DELUSIONAL SYSTEMS BY CLAIRE BURCH

oh my
father who are
in my motherchildfriend
and lover by river of for
ever help me through
this trip that we may
feeI fullhearted
together going

into lost landless
moments together
whether in pain or gone again to unclouds tealeaved a paint brush blue
horizon line
lead me please into lacy reliverings bearing offerings of feelings laddered
pursued by furies into the void brave as a rosy trundled baby hello hello
for thine is the moment
never gone not to save
but to savour and savier
save him and save her save
them my father and mother
child friend and other
and new barning sun
of my yours our
Iover

16.
fragments fragmented fleeing
grownup down and growing downwardsley again
watch over then turn around in mind's a bossa nova beat
slow rock hard rock the mixer sets the scene

well but who's to press the buttons and make the choice?
surely not I for that I of she don't exist.

the grammar explains the precipitous lady
keeping it in a sort of way together
but it doesn't explain the tips and dips
of the rhythm section at all.

My name is Angela and I eat Angina Pectoris and live in Saturday night.

all those places had their Beatles tunes in my life
though some have changed some forever not for better
some are blank and some remain

your grandfather winks at me from your left eye
nu - nu - nuances echoed and discovered sometime before.

decisions decisions I'll be down to getcha in a taxi baby
aint we got fun on the sunny side of the street.

we score and miss our train
we do not score and catch a train going what's a wrong piace?
all places are right when I'm with what is corny?
like June in January when I'm in love.

again we cross boxcars so speeding going opposite ways
my sister and my sisters my sister's sisters
and all those hundred independant adolescent daughters.

well going to sing in a chorus of a hundred thousand voices at the Village Gate
all of us lost and found in a chorus of a least a hundred thousand voices
after the moon comes up at the Village Gate on Yom Kippur.

ok we trip on one banana peel in the street and think of other
Grandmother, Father, God and Doctors.
bang, the ankle swells.
the bruise becomes the leg the leg is insistently the all.
but when we heal
we laugh and hit a note just a quarter tone higher with a bell ring
Liberty bell cracked but Galli Curcied and Odettad to
then we truck along on opposite but parallel paths again.

17.
in a dinka dink inka dinka doo Ida sweet as apple apple cider
will get by as long as she has Margie my little Margie
in our blue heaven.

clunk clunk! Is there any way of escaping
to sound the note
without the black and blue excuses first?

proud that I raised glimmer ones who hold their own
often against the jazz beat on the stairs
excluding occluding whiting out concluding
as you do wherever whomsoever and whereas

the outside is the under of the knock knock who's there Guilt
Guilt who?
guilt that I put for a moment my muse ahead of you
all those faces well who're you?

the family of man begat began your in and out began begat
June and January and Jehosophat what? an apple when it s pippin
has no pit? eat darlings, what of it?

we score and miss our train.
we do not score and catch our train
waiting at our destination
for seven thousand years
till our guitars (we are rock stars tomorrowday
pink ash to petrified wood and our brand new
cheap yamahama mini PA system
and water rises a round us and we stand

on soaked incomplete novels notebooks pyschiatric mss
spy catch 22 iatric works in progress
dining on plankton smiling in the sun.

so what if never
to sing at Carnegie Hall for our
mothers and our fathers Carnegie Hall on the day of atonement
with a sound crew of seventy three Union Soundmen
amps as big as department of Sanitation trucks?

end with Tamborine Man by Bob Zimmerman
and the opening melody line of Beethoven's Ninth

18.
Merlin
Okay Mark. Now I'm the little known but brilliant Dr. Milton Erickson.
therapista past master hypnotist quest and behest

On his behalf I formally Barbecue
a cabbalistic expandavision or two
Dis be da surgery I doo for you

Paina begonna.
excorcist orchestra exit throw out de pasta
it is not al dente
yes um da paina in da gut I draw out through your man's nipple
catch it in Haitian Voodoo bottle count seven hold your throttle awhile.

moments later from below I say "cure for
diffuse undifferentiated ache located in lower abdomen of magician
is knowing you don't need to be anybody or do anything.
be a potato. I luvva you."

I arise about twelvety hundred in the morning
I eat magician pie and study his Style
I smoke a lot of coffee and drink a Marlborough or nine.

stones - who was it in those days who baptized -

never mind - anec dottage begone - collision
of Earth Mercury Venus * electra Mars
is gonna wash old Wilbur Smallparts to the sea.

Who's Wilbur? He'll be turning up regularly like your new hero.
what's he like? Well there's really nothing to see.

strange that he should have figured so prominently in the
National Network of Bhulgarian Yogurtists
that unconscionable Guerilla Rebellion that inflamed the recent decision
of our president to cause the Armed Forces to -

Never mind
I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
no go to find - what, wrote without my glasses?
miracles today do abide forsooth.

forsooth you leper. leper come and join us they said to
blacks in the 50's leper leper come sit with us in our timing.
years later - or earlier I out of time with you
you beat my ascent - your descent my own.

19.

Sitting on the floor with you doing Yoga exercises
thought for moment: Yay, oompa oopa I've got it, eureka!
to just stay there unmoving no verbal explanation guruhazy dear just motionless while through the day the standard seeming realities entered. (Donna with
collated psychiatric books the gasman with his firestick
Mike's repair - come to return an under the weather cassette and check the.) . .
and I be statue while you explain casually
Ms Cup Custard is in meditation now

fishing - misgivings concealed - for checkbook, explaining that
as the lady seems a bit indisposed to put her John Hancock to -
at the moment - cough - well anything - can you take my check? yes no?
all will be put in the mail in due order. see what nice weather we're having
for April yes. April's unpredictable in these parts - don't get stuck in the
driveway - and back to - what if your lady finally
came to visit in your climes and stay awhile.
seeming to them in catatonic rigidity
but flying with Blake seeing his films* second run.

*the films William Blake would have made had he been a film maker.

20.
Begorra Master. A passing countess had me down for the count this afternoon.
I saw your fantasy flying in your eyes.
But future plans be against my religion Dr. Childharolde Olde.

I, Dr. Emma Younge who much enjoys
this role of oft pinched housemaid to the guru squire
say bark a bark a boo
you'l I be seeing me and I'll be seeing you.

Meantime all hale and hearty at the castle lacking only
reaction of the scientific world to our
new theory. Chemo Sabby it was "hi ho Silver" wasn't it?
Tonto the faithful servant. Nevermind.
Sunday be God's day and we pause, the numinous
grey wastes rimmed by majestic awesome - hail Catatonia
Catatonia nules the waves.

Dear Muriel Glantzman, Bill and Grace Mishkin, friends
questions unanswered piled. I brik a brak
off shore these days and let my havetos smoulder.

See all our lives -later to early I wade among his flowers
tamed like some cormorant to shriek his will.
Bird fly and sweating I tide arch. We are players
in some non equity drama of such scope
it knocks the wind from me and in his spill
exploded cities fogsound in his tune.

Yes yes miss Raintree. What is this about?
say it so your mother can understand and everybody's mother can.
I am immersed in - Search of the Miraculous.
Next to find out about Gurdieff and have -
yes look - it's teatime - milkshake for you and one
sliced pear for me.

No turning back
it will be time it will be time
I'll wear my pantihose torn
I'll walk along a peach
I'll stave the Countess off but for a while.
Futures. Snorkel scrunch. They cannot be.

21.
Mort Silverstein and Rita, Hal Messing, Irv Lerner, Win Gerson, Orange Julius along with Gene Nameche in gunnysacking socks hey Gene (O'Neill
or Nameche) it's all the same forsooth doth pass a gentle fellow.

is there
reward for not losing one's marbles? yes by all means.

baruch ha toi ado noi eloaynu ha o taum ha motzi lechem min haoretz
six oh six is late oh that rin tin way or that rin tin part
smoke gets in my quiche.

Sirs
I arise about eleventy hundred in the morning
I eat catechisms
I smoke a bit of cream cheese and cough a lot
after I havva piece of pepperoni for luncha
I breed a bookbag or two, chat with absent friends
discussion with motherland, join the Union for Cattlecar
Planetariums EpiphanvisionalIy and squarely
rest a morsel and eat an epigram (warp warp woof woof)

if my gentleman is around I retire with him
no Obsolete Dependancy though (milord the parsley in the garden is getting so yellow~
sir will be having Andrew, now sulking in a Mingus disk
to pruning and shaping hedges for when Mum and Dad come home
blowing their winnings on the numbers into a froth of chauffeur
driven horseless carriages and aluminum plated antique
pressure cookers.

Meantime we'll do a summer gig and play the glass bead game.
Hi ho Tonto. Hi ho.

which was the horse and which the faithful servant?

22.
last communication of Sunday sir - as you go
sliding to home dribbling your - oops, wrong game.

We started out to find the holy Grail the Secret Sign
smile awhile I'm dreaming to your smile
and the band plays on.

Methinks perhaps it were unfair (a bit)
to accost mine maidenhead in our boudoir
and then removed from that it couraged by
fly off in head still friendly but remote
to search for the miraculous within
bound and tooled leather covers while day over harrumph
we do EIizabethan thee and wait.

dis be da sonnet I promised in my rashness
against precipitous time that moveth slow
yet taketh armies in its zoomed wake
reducing them through Gnostic nucleur flow.

to Gorgon top and Paramecium bottom
while from above a broody dryad weeps
did Uncle Morris take his evening stroll?
I see your face on every traffic jam

I see your porthole in every glimmer of silk
parables in the oatmeal of our day
packed one evening you're off to see the folk
Glumperphew I think. You are my sunshine. Why?

do I now let my sunshine rise and rest
with your small ebbs and flurries in the West?

If this be Petrarch sonnet praise to Moses
who led us through and leave us here to sing hosannas
yes God we have no bananas

23.
Zounds Merlin. Here we are in the hay again
seems like Eros plays a large role in -
Hail Hebephrenia Hebephrenia rules the waves.

Herr Doctor Yum Yum whom I mistress be to him of recent
centuries, aincha ever gonna get out of bed?
see, there's another world out there
climb from thine blankets a bit and slit thine eye
zen ze will see, far from the madding strife
the awful presence of what folk call REAL LIFE

a merry gesundheit to you milord
arise lest all our bookbags starve
and we along with them.

Therefore and with some sweet reluctance strayed
I slumber against thine chest to cheer the new
year in this Spring while Auld Lang Syne
we newer christen having weathered obstacles.

New minted start arise. We have our gig
incomplete set will bring our friends to Wring
their hands and mourn our yet unready stance.

grab your year and name your time
leave your screen memories on your doctor
somewhere over the trestle Ida sweet as apple apple brown betty
will be waiting secure in her biological buttered role of
I'll get by as long as I have you though there be rain and darkness too
I'll not complain I'll see it through what can I say I'll get by
as long as I have Dr. Frankenstein, Eugene O'Neill, Jose Quintero, Ozymandius
penny candy

goodnight darling dont cry see you gave me a
lily pad locket a trinket and a purple pocket, a junket
without a ticket orange marmalade an apple

hidden in a cherry
caught a spaceship for foriegn episodes
hand special delivered in a paisley pocket.

I dream thee splaywinged and I dream thee near.

24.
list for tomorrow get halftones of Grandma and Grandpa
Golden anniv adversity adversary city it's all the same they
stuck together, right? yes right.
there must have been something to it? right?
yes right.

some unsalted butter and some speaker wire
eggs and onions and a roll of stamps
shoo fly pie and pumpernickel stew him's the one I'm falling for
falling in love again never wanted to what is Martene Deitrich to do
can't help it.

falling far fly down don't flee
you aint half so baudy as me.

inka dinka dink a dinka dink a dinka doo I knew her when she was golden
man suddenly she turned silver
right? right that's how it goes right in the middle of
prose of some sort she turned silver
and melted witchmelted like tis told of Oz during previous phase.

fluttering we skurtle across windy -
"Wilbur small parts again... my word... strange to see you alive
been many a long fuel crisis since I thought you was
floatin in a wat'ry grave
afloatin in a wat'ry grave."

okay now I'm going to say it like our mothers can understand.

circles I dimmered in Thine awful grace
and held my tongue as in an honored place.

25.
how do I love how do I love
thee let me name the o I do love thee let me oh
ways how do I love thee now and still more and always more
let me way the names god bless and always then tomorrow untol souls
grandma grandpa philomena picca be heart a wounded was and now - well
lilli pomegranate joan of the arc my hear them sounds o leaf of melody - hoe
Agonbite of Inwit siste r b rothers oh I do love thee way the names again
Galahadam 606 in al I ways then - milk and cooky time toys warm penis
and now forgive forgotten love under all hearts be wounded now an
and pity love and pity Lancelot d then good morning was it egg rou
that he alived us again after nd or sun round it was sun round
friends song to put the savage if love be merlin showed me it
heart to rest them hearts that little soul abandoned in an
wounded was the hart oooh alley and he raised me I am
wounded was that now his baby or he is my great
bleats laughts Merlin grandpa valen stone is
magician deerdear what we are not oh
inquiry into the hello love I be yo
in always darl your new morned
thees is my val borned heart
entines God loving all
bless thees you show
is my v me all
alen you
tim show
es mr

26.
my gal Sal met a catcher in the rye
never wanted to
cant help it
give my regards to motzi lechem min haoretz
can't help it.

Jack and Francine we sat
during the brief reign of King Sidarther
chattered of nothings in some restaurant
the Inca I guess and picked at pickled fish

If you could have those other moments again Francine and Jack what wish
what moments led you from that West Village third floor
and why two troubedours beneath it all
you paused to turn and stare?*

what nightsight burnt the corners of your eyes
in some judgemental ways
that turned from Custer's Last Stand to finally coin
a cocktail party phrase
and stifle yawns at cleversewn reprise.

Strindberg to piece of string to remember - what?
we cross boxcars so fl eeting going in opposite ways
pile apple pip on pip until the cores dry out
Ten Cents a Dance once optioned but you frowned
Jose had taken a nip too much at our Meeting
and proofrocks piled above us and we drowned .

then weep no more my tell all the folks at forty second street
that we will soon be there
whisper of how I'm yearning to mingle with the old time throng
give my regards to smile your off Broadway smile
yawn your off Broadway yawn till the waves
wash over us and Eliot and - the hounds
of darkness bellow "come back come back" - our lives -
good fences make good neighbors some spaced out dude
high on the honied suckle that is Earth
once said.

sometimes I miss - once, twice, we made a connection.
The floor slopes steeply
I roll into a corner.

27.
Hello Sue McGanney the problem was
we cross boxcars so speeding going opposite ways
see when Gwenny Cup Custard began hearing her voices

three years ago and to communicate
(no note of the octave on pitch) had to retreat
into a nobody place and like begonias

just hang there in the shade awhile some assorted

frying pans rimmed with grease of subsemininal Karmas
(transformation symbols sunnyside up once over lightly)
landed in cubbyhole of pigeon coo friend,

the baffled Gwenny appeal was What's all this?
and what to do and what to do about everything?
these angels are going wild wrote Pomegranate
eleven year lovesong to your smile streaked son
but he was twelve or thereabouts and disinclined
busy perhaps like you a ball clutched in one hand
and in the other a dime.

baruch hatoi ado noi elohaynu melach
gesundheit let's refriend french fry with a daisy chain
the calla daisieare in bloan again what a strange flower
each to our priorities realites after the explosion
that blew us all into the Prince not Bill Mishkin world
underneath still henclucking worrying for our - but they're not in us any more. they know. It's different from when they were in.

My prayer was to something with you (how we carried on about the man -
there was always one -)
in a sky which was blue avant guarde books are now cliches right
in the galaxy of haolum boray puri hagorfen where due to present fragmented
existance Miss
(or is it Ms?)
states that people need simple stories that they'll identify with right? right.
over yonder over yonder
see them whities they on parade
they all went over and they slashed the huns
Sam slashed him first he said he oughttta be dead
Sam said hun just try your knife and you'll see
give me the next tune tried out by US cons (and feds)
that's all.

if I could update proustian madeleines in love and pity love and pity
explain the escalator from which I waved goodbye - Susie I have to learn
scales I have to -

28.
Inside all be well - outside, well -
sending out manuscripts before the rent be due
books what are books the uncle of my bureau asked your father's mustache
our babies drift to different cities soon 1, choosing
this moment and therefore being with for this moment
if I could have this moment again Jose this moment

Susie we must prepare
for our next larval stage each to his
falling in love again
never wanted to
what am I to do
can't

Do I dare to eat a snatch
ultimately? TS Eliot couldn't. I never could either
He walked upon the beach

Gotterdamerung thoughts. Can we start over?

my prayer and the answer you-give my regards to Broadway
remember me to that you'll always be there
at the end of a -

in their ninety third year the ladies met and took their tea with Patrick
musing of sometimes amusing sometimes not amusing
rockabye that baby with a Dixie melody
and when you croon croon a tune in the heart of

Susie you have seceded from the confederacy
of spaced out semen soaked chickadees
come back come back we'll sail boats in a tub

there are no winners.

29.
Dear Muriel I keep meaning to call you and call everybody and call again
but well the days hardscrabble in some
how the bills pile and someone in the scene on the projector now
always going up or coming down in arc of ring around the
rosy while we on a wing and a prayer my prayer is to something in white
at the end of the day in a dream that's divine my prayer
count surgical dressings on the dressing down gown
daffy authority ate a dilly
sitting on a goal direction
caught a steamer to Lundy's sea food at Sheepshead Bay
and along with Muriel never made it back to
that suburb where basemented I hid so long emerging with you
the children needing fresh air Muriel what are children?
those parties where Sodom got a shot for -
flu - nobody had Gonorheah there just Adding Machines and Conflicts.

How was it when dashing to adult education centers
later paint splattered from our abstract expressionist nursery pleasures
fishing for quarters to make the baby sitters
overtime pay exact we turned to wave
goodbye till the next class and crashed in so many
umbilical supermarkets half home without the
soilax and alax and pental pens and butter we'd run in for.

and see you through smudged corner of left eye
Middle Neck Roading till the roof blew off.

Abe? what of Abe?
he'll be down to getcha in a taxi baby oh baby don't be late
a line of sunburnt children cross the bar

give my regards to Muriel by and by
canvased to stretcher again we'll finally fly
he's a real nowhere man sitting on his
don't cry baby, don't cry.