raved to fight Saviors
Instead of listening in
To the Light – still a fool
23rd Chorus
CHORUS NO. 1 of
Blues in Bill’s Pad
CHORUS NO. 23 of
San Francisco Blues
FOURTEEN CHORUSES
of Blue City Blues
Fifteen O Choruses
of Genu wine blues
Sing you a blues song
sing you a tune
Sing you eight bars
of Strike Up the Band
Eight of Indiana, eight
of Israel,
Eight of Chubby’s Chubby,
eight of old Wardell
Yes baby, Count Blue
Basie’s fat old Chock
Wallopin Fat Rushing
Was a wow old saloon man
24th Chorus
All great statements ever made
abide in death
All the magnificent & witty
rewards of French Lettrism
Abide in death
All the Roman Sculptor
of Heroes, all Picassos
and Micassos and
Macayos
and
Machados
and Kerouaco’s –
even Asvaghosha’s Glorious Statement
and Asanga’s and Holy Sayadaw
and all the good and kind saints
and the divine unabstractable ones
the holy and perfect ones
All Buddhas and Dharmas
All Jesuses and Jerusalems
And Jordans and How are You’s
– Nil, none, a dream,
A bubble pop, a foam snit
in the immensities of the sea
at midnight in the dark
25th Chorus
Dont worry about death
Once you’re there
Because it is trackless
Having no track to follow
You will rest where you are
In inside of the essence
But the moment I say essence
I draw that word back
And that remark – essence’s
Unspoken, you cant say a word,
essence is the word for the finger
that shows us bright blankness
When we look into the God face
We see radiant irradiation
From middleless center
Of Objectless fire roe-ing
In a fieldstar all its own
Is my own, is your own,
Is not Owned by Self-Owner
but found by Self-Loser –
Old Ancient Teaching
26th Chorus
Knew all along
That when chicken is eaten
Rooster aint worried
And when Rooster is eaten
Chicken aint worried
Because what’s there to worry
What’s there to grow teeth
To eat rebirth’s beginningless
Meat of Eternal Comeback?
For Christ Sake stop saying
And saving your lives,
It’s only one more hour
Beyond your pale light
There’s no end on all sides
The saylessness, the sayless ork
awk ah of child
on afternoon sidewalk
Or of Hurubela Elephant Cow
of Ant Colonies
M’e’r y o cking
in a moment
of the Landscape day
in Vast Acadian
Pure Land –
Buddha loved all sentient beings
27th Chorus
Krissake Wakeup
Nuts like Carl Solomon
A sharp Jew I know,
Say that all’s already ended,
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