H e a r t   S o n s   &   H e a r t   D a u g h t e r s   of   A l l e n   G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m   H e a l t h   S p a :   R e p o r t   2 0 1 4 :   A r c h i v e s   E d i t i o n






Train Ride (A woman mistress of measure…)


for Mike Kelleher and after Ted Berrigan


yr reading to


& intimate sound


   gadji beri bimba





or intrinsic Hugo Ball




      beat,  clear & steady


glandridi laili lonni cadori


& allowance



& what I am seeing in dark



chu chu chu


wintry branches of April


made a mistake

taut time



             meek transition



in train time

    grumpy laboratory


inebriated to the Chinese

hut time (train)


    exile (train) from the plane world


  Zaum Canadian geese

                             so high



    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



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


never shirks

the rails


species that is in his soundscape

           a body tuned



 & 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


in industrial middens is worth




& other nesses

the path of

ur-Olsonians to follow


 metallic falsetto, the rails the rails


 with magic rattles


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.]



[Originally published in NHS 2007, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs07/Anne_Waldman.htm.]