N a p a l m   H e a l t h   S p a :   R e p o r t   2 0 1 3 :   S p e c i a l   E d i t i o n

L o n g   P o e m   M a s t e r p i e c e s   o f   t h e   P o s t b e a t s

 

 

STEVE DALACHINSKY

 

Steve Dalachinsky

 

 

The Leaves Are Changing

 

the leaves are changing

somewhere outside

brewster

it’s rare that we leave

new york

the island but     here

we’re moving with the

changing leaves

north

on interstate  weeping willow

slowly changing

it’s early in the season

& there are “natural points

of change within

a given time”

 

cross river

we bare

exit 6 closing

I-684 is

that way   brewster 11

prawling 23

i think it said

 

we are borne forward

on peter pan’s

back

carried changing

by people professionals

wards of the lake & solar

system

carried like stars

on the poets’

backs.

 

the second best thing to do

during a lifetime

is to plan a revo

lution

 

the first best thing

is to revolt

 

the last best thing

is to know what you’ve done

& why

 

                hard thinking

                like rearranging

                all those

                letters

                in a

                scrabble

                box

 

coke & lots of

land

for

sale

 

kerouac told whalen

in a letter dated 12-4-68

call me phil    call

me

my # in st.pete

is

343-1541

                          road work for the next mile

 

don’t give this # to

anyone

i don’t want visitors

i’ll strangle

‘em

 

the first thing   is

to plan your

life

 

the second thing

is to live

it

 

kerouac told whalen

to return his

books

he told whalen not to worry

to move somewhere

do something else     

maybe

 

            (the leaves where they have begun

                                to show red                               

                                show such a red

                                not red light   or

                                emergency

                                but a subtle change of

                                life)

 

     a sign says CHARLES IVES CENTER

 

kerouac wants that copy

of blake’s jerusalem

back  -

                a sign planted on the cemetery lawn

                says

                            TRAVEL  SERVICES

 

the second thing is to hunt

the first is to let your prey go

free

 

maple & fir

they never change in

this water

town

this highway of exits  &

bridges  &

footing (s)

 

the willow chases the wind

away

the wind wanders down the

highway

& into the small city

it rests atop

1 of the 2 main spires

of the

mother church

where angels dwell

sleeping weeping

thinking staring

praying

 

kerouac mentions

other books as well

he’s drunk

he has been hit in the head

with all that television has made

available to

him

he wants to write as much as he can

& read

& rest

& drink

he wouldn’t mind whalen’s company

but doesn’t really seek

too many other

visitors

                      food   -    phone   -    gas   -

                      lodging

   god’s gymnasium

 

the last best thing about the leaves

is when they start still moist

falling & forming

a carpet of reds

yellows & all the fire colors

on the ground

 

the first best thing

is to know they’ll

change

 

the second best thing

is when pretty much all of them

have changed

& the leaves are still on the

branches

 

then they start

drying

& making noise

& winter comes

& the trees look cold

& you wonder

how they can stand

being

so

naked   

 

kerouac says to whalen

that he’s gonna build

a big fenced-in-out-

door

library

in his backyard

he’ll sit all day

read

write

& drink boilermakers 

& look at

his georgia pine

his banyon tree

& his bush tree of some kind

that’s at least 25 ft high

 

well phil

take care of yourself

 

the leaves are changing

they’re free & the

reds  & yellow-oranges

are softly

creeping thru the greens

                      don’t meditate too much

food   phone    gas    lodging

      are     not      far

              away

                                       my letter

                                       is safe under

                                       glass

                                       at the public library

                                       along with my dreams

                                       & some of the dharma

the shoulder is closed

this life is a new town

a blasting zone

a blue colony       a diesel

under glass    maybe

the color won’t change

much more

                             will not go brown

                        & brittle     like the leaves

                    when their changes are complete

 

   & when the  blasting zone ends

                 the  best       music

                 the  best       fishmonger

                 the best        refuge

                 is peter        pan’s

                 back

                             above the clouds

                             as the rain

                             starts falling     east

                             on  I-

                             84

food

phone

gas

 

 

lodging            let’s ride together into the corner of this room

                        let’s lie together beneath the fast drying leaves

                        let’s sing         deaf      but hearing every sound

let’s blow

together

like the wind down the highway

let’s stop together on asylum street

beneath the golden dome

let’s walk thru the capitals of heaven

like 2 naked trees that just won the jackpot

& straight/talk our way into warmth

                                                                   flags    wave

let’s stop pretending

that we’ve seen all this

before

                       the leaves are changing

                       for the first

                       time

 

                       the leaves are

                       changing.

 

 

9-22-94

 

 

[“The Leaves Are Changing” has appeared in various publications as well as in video. Permission to reprint provided by the author.]

 

 

 

Steve Dalachinsky was born in 1946, Brooklyn, New York. His 1999 CD, Incomplete Direction (Knitting Factory Records), a collection of his poetry read in collaboration with various musicians, has garnered much praise. His chapbooks include Musicology (Editions Pioche, Paris 2005), Trial and Error in Paris (Loudmouth Collective 2003), Lautreamont's Laments (Furniture Press 2005), In Glorious Black and White (Ugly Duckling Presse 2005), Dream Book (Avantcular Press 2005), Christ Amongst the Fishes (A book of collages, Oilcan Press 2009), Insomnia Poems (Propaganda Press 2009), Invasion of the Animal People (Propaganda Press 2010), The Mantis: collected poems for Cecil Taylor 1966-2009 (Iniquity Press 2011), Trustfund Babies (Unlikely Stories Press The Veiled Doorway & St. Lucie (Unarmed Press 20012) and Long Play E.P. (Corrupt Press, 2012). His book The Final Nite (complete notes from a Charles Gayle Notebook, Ugly Duckling Presse 2006) won the 2007 Josephine Miles PEN National Book Award. His most recent books are Logos and Language, a collaboration with pianist Matthew Shipp (Rogueart Press 2007), Reaching into the Unknown, a collaborative project with  French photographer Jacques Bisceglia, RogueArt 2009). His latest CD is Phenomena of Interference, a collaboration with pianist Matthew Shipp (Hopscotch Records 2005). His book A Superintendent's Eyes (Hozomeen Press 2000) was reissued by Autonomedia/Unbearables in an expanded/revised edition in 2012.