took it from your poem, Beauty is Everywhere Baudelaire.
The poem goes like this:
Beauty is everywhere Baudelaire
Even the worm is Beautiful
The thread of a beggar's dress
The red eye of a drunkard on a rainy night
Chasing the red haired girl
Baudelaire across the sky
You raggy pants
Laughing in the rain
Beauty is Everywhere Baudilaire
I choose the poem to welcome you to
my blog, friends and curious strangers, because firecracker Jack was my mentor. He called himself heretic, outlaw poet, rebel jew. He told me never stop writing, I was like that too. I hope this is true.Jack Michiline died of a heart attack on February 27, 1998 on a subway-train somewhere between his San Francisco home and Orinda. He had a posse of poems and eighty-three cents in his pockets. Now he is, in his own words, wandering in the streets of eternity...caw-caw-caw-caw ....
I dedicate my blog to Jack Michiline. May it inspire poetry,
good cheer, may it soup up your engines and juice up your plums.
I will post at least twice a week - poems, thoughts, maybe a story,
Dear readers, I hope you visit often, all comments very welcome.
Rackety Old Jack
rackety old Jack, three steps forward,
four steps back,
could crack a poem across the page
like greased lightening,
solitary old crow, rings
my spirit telephone, reminds me
be yourself, be yourself,
be yourself forever
caw, caw, caw
T.L. 5/20/09
Thanks to Navja Solemeni, for help in setting up this blog.
(Her poems will one day light up the sky.) Also, thanks to
Ethan Cornell, my long time friend and neighbor, for the
illustration that is the template. You can see me more of
his amazing work at ecsketch.blogspot.com/
TO SEE MORE:
http://jackisdead.com/
