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Saturday, July 19, 2008

OVERHEARD ON THE ROAD TO PERDITION

153. OVERHEARD ON THE ROAD TO PERDITION:

['Dear yo bro - mudda fucka! You dun bested the tender patsy I seen drinking de lemon soda beneath the brige jes a'fore I cut the white massy in three - twice wid da knife and once wid my long shiny ebony dick-blaster. Yo fuckin' peace be wif ya' too hoo-daddy yah! Return da favah. Mo Crinkle in da judge's robes'].

"The Waters of Shiloam
Hotel Iroquois, 49 W44th St
Temporary names - my ivory face
Let the ear hear - more than I know myself
It's a gesture she'll appreciate"

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And this was a piece of 'found ' poetry I located on a stairwell entrance at 1227 W. 19th Street while waiting out the rain:

'My send a doorplate / Of shut to Titanic / So study of the unveiling /Of her where I rain as surveyor / As the driver of nothing shown / By fix or the register / We dance go rattletrap / Which travel has it lain / Be a type to syllabify /Or forget an authoritarian / Then list an editorial / and do eat the obituary.'

That first one was just as I heard it right outside the Excelsior Coffee Shop on West 13th Street somewhere not far from the shop with the transportation department badges and the wedding dress store where the people who did alterations were always out front with coffee talking a mile a minute and it was mouthed by some passing black guy who was talking loudly to someone else walking with him and even though I took them for transit workers I couldn't be sure and no matter for whatever it was I overheard on the run made so little sense to me that I kept walking until I got to the next stoop and sat down and scribbled it into my small notebook - the one which I always carried and which I treasured for everything in it and it was the sort of bus-station notebook that people carry to fill with dates and notes but which I used to slam down ideas as they hit and snatches of conversation and stuff as I heard them - so of course the fidelity isn't always 'exact' but who cares anyway for I'm not exactly quoting testimony or anything and I'm just really trying to get by on this one shitty go-round of a life we get so on the run means just that and everything I approximate is what I approximate even though YOU may ask 'how can you remember all that stuff - the moon the wind the color of the cars the sounds and all that?' I can see for sure that I remember it and if you don't get it too bad that's probably why you missed it the first time around in your own lifetime SEE and it's like the short little ancient guys with the gravelly Italian voices who just go on and on muttering some simple stupid bullshit that sounds like nothing but when you transcribe it can turn out to be magic anyway - so at least SINCERELY that's how I figured it.

THE LAST THING WAS JUST AS I HEARD IT:

Just so you know - that's how you got it.

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posted by gary j. introne # 5:39 AM

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