N  a  p a  l  m     H  e  a  l  t  h     S  p  a  :     R  e  p  o  r  t     2  0  0  7

 

 

ANNE WALDMAN

 

 

Train Ride (A woman mistress of measure…)

 

for Mike Kelleher and after Ted Berrigan

 

yr reading to

   pause

& intimate sound

 

   gadji beri bimba

       pace

 

switchback

 

or intrinsic Hugo Ball

 

           discovery

 

      beat,  clear & steady

 

glandridi laili lonni cadori

 

& allowance

       thanks

 

& what I am seeing in dark

     foreground

 

chu chu chu

 

wintry branches of April

 

made a mistake

taut time

taciturn

 

             meek transition

t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t

 

in train time

    grumpy laboratory

 

inebriated to the Chinese

hut time (train)

 

    exile (train) from the plane world

 

  Zaum Canadian geese

                             so high

mallards

 

    all sisters in the Olson project

 

but what of the bees going down

  to cell phones

 

I await the Greeks of Syracuse

   & excuse the maidens of Troy

   & was  it worth it, for them, the ride

 

a demesne of the real

 

on to the Capitol to make our Way

 

tuffm I zimbrabin

 

 for not so

far off back there

          a

Buffalo

mind is such a classy ground

 

  civil or strife?

 

Albany working

            the weather yet?

  

over the age of 60

 

 you’d better travel light

 

 & Jonathan Skinner’s metabolism of

   birds

never shirks

the rails

 

species that is in his soundscape

           a body tuned

 inward

 

 & Ben Friedlander: could you read the Bombed

 

America poem

         in front of Baraka?

 

wonder the mode changes

 

& how much

            a train’s side slides

snow on wire

trapped

in industrial middens is worth

 

    sluice?

dilatoriness?

& other nesses

the path of

ur-Olsonians to follow

 

 metallic falsetto, the rails the rails

 

 with magic rattles

        drums

serpents etc. I want to hum!

the thought is made in the mouth

 

pierce the reminder

 

         I meant renditions

 

Fuck the renditions! I want to hum!

 

what opens opens

 

(going into trance now)

not gon’die

not gon’leave

 

can you hear me in the back?

 

grey willow grey

grey curate grey

shade & syllables in sky

 

 tongue or change is color

 

 gradation in  gradual grays

    in blues

 

guy behind me mumbling

    “Creeley, Creeley”

 

    (knew him apparently)

 

            mouse on

something like an assembly hall

               lateral ticket,

the girl winks

 

log on log

field on field

            things are symbols of themselves

 

priimiitittiii          tisch

 

hermetic AND utopic.

 

 

 

In motion Buffalo-NYC April ’07 after OlsonNow events.

 

With thanks to Hugo Ball, Tristan Tzara, Mayakovsky, Amiri Baraka & Kurt Schwitters