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So I'm reading Allen Ginsberg and Gary Snyder's letters and I came across this passage. The mention of samsara caught my eye and I thought I'd share. Let us please take this moment to reminisce tapas in Gracia...What an appropriate place and name for our lives at that moment...the cycle of birth, suffering, death, rebirth, all that blood and embrace.

love.

Gary to Ginsberg:
Listen man if you feel up to it will you write me a concise statement of your theory of beat ness and its relation to vision, poetry, and America? and to sex? I am seeing new angles to this rough Zen-discipline shot; perhaps by reducing one's life to essentials of eating (barely enough) and sleeping (barely enough) and working (hard) and subjecting you to constant psychological pressure of meditation and interviews they are, within a controlled situation, making you thoroughly beat (Rinzai is the sect of the big stick whack) and aware of what is samsara* and what one's body-self really craves, like food sex and sleep --

* Samsara: the cycle of birth, suffering, death, and rebirth
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Everyone Submit your best glamour shot, external link you'd like to be associated w/ (your web, blog etc..), any contact info you'd be willing to publish, and whether our not you've setup an email @supermanicecreamcollective.com yet. Send 'em to Andrew@supermanicecreamcollective.com.

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When It Rains I Can Smell the Dead

Children are flying black kites in the street

their jackets coming unbuttoned with excitement,

and I begin to think about the tidal water in my hometown,

how my Sunday school teacher’s wife jumped

off the Cooper River bridge, and I am almost crying

when I think about her hands, how hard

they must have gripped the steel rail,

how sickeningly pretty she must have been

her brown hair fluttering behind her,

the grey ocean, grey sky, a white seagull, a ship.

When it rains I can smell the dead

birds being washed from the sidewalk

like some genesis, a calling to confess

the tightening of a fist, less than hopeful shrugs,

silence as I drove away from the old house.

It is this way now, roaring outside, electric

and damp, the chatter of broken wings blowing

down the street. My life has changed too much.

It is all carnal, my brain like a bin of week old fruits,

torched, side-of-the-road, and failing to sell.

I get out of bed this time of year like a stone ghost.

I am never at rest, ballooned, chewing raw rice

to assuage myself. In my dreams I heave into a clean well

and you don’t want to watch. To spread my legs is to weep

with you, so I will be water in caves beneath you

singing the beginning of a list, my mouth a cell, deep

and dark, in it the shoulder bone of my second baby.

I wonder how much longer you plan to stay

with me, how much longer until your lungs

have had enough of these dark hymns.

I am not who you thought, a valley,

yellow souled, a sad little woman leaping

for food, too short to reach the water, watching

the bar move higher up the wall, starving.

Afterwards I can’t stop crying, and all I want from you

is to say it is going to be okay, but you don’t

or you can’t, one, and I curl up to your turned body

in the dark, trying to find your heartbeat

as if it will allay this dead body in a dead house,

as if this wide embrace might save us.

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a spring/summer project

If you are like me, I am constantly wrestling with my consumption of unnecessary things and the creation of unnecessary trash. I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect steward of the land and do not represent the typical radical environmentalist. (So no i will not be dumping red paint on your pelts ladies.) However, in an attempt to reconnect with nature and have a do it yourself project, I started my own deck garden, complete with flowers, herbs and vegetables. I am fortunate to have a small deck, well more like a very wide and roomy fire escape. With my garden in place and a new garden for the urban dweller; the window farming project, I thought I would share different gardening options for those who want to add a touch of green into their lives. Plus now i can stop buying cilantro in bulk.
And here is the rest of it.
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