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Supplemental Notes to Godlike Quote Cops ["slight misquote" = negligible error; insignificantly misrecollected] p. 13 "God made everything from nothing, but the nothing shows through." --Paul Valéry p. 23 "Scent of garbage and patchoullie and carbon monoxide..." --slight misquote of John Ashbery from his intro to Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara p. 24 "Tomorrow is another day. But then, so was yesterday." -- James Schuyler, from "Bleeding Gums," Hymn to Life p. 24 (also p. 37) "teeth to hurt" --Ted Berrigan, from "Poop," So Going Around Cities ["Nature makes my teeth 'to hurt'"] p. 28-29: the untitled poem, "Most of all I meant to come to you," is a translation by R. Hell of Frank O'Hara's "To the Harbormaster," Meditations in an Emergency p. 33 (also p. 37) "I lift my voice in song." --Ted Berrigan, from documentary film Poetry in Motion, as quoted by Ron Padgett in his Ted ["The gods demand of the system that a certain number of people sing, like the birds do, and it somehow was given to me to be one of those people--and I mean I did have a choice--I could have decided not to, to be a truck driver or a filmmaker. But I like doing that, and I feel that probably the major reason I write is because the gods might destroy...the whole thing could fall apart. I lift my voice in song. I lift my voice in song."] p. 33 "And I'm just like that bird, singing just for you." --Bob Dylan, from "You're a Big Girl Now" p. 35 the candor of his odor -- modified from Paul Verlaine, "To Clymène," (in the book Fêtes Galantes) Selected Poems, trans. C. F. MacIntyre ["the candor / of your odor"] p. 36 But the snow is sand in this tedium. --modified from Paul Verlaine, "Dans l'interminable..." (or "VIII" of "Ariettes Oubliées" in Romances Sans Paroles), Penguin Book of French Verse, "plain prose" translation by Anthony Hartley ["In the interminable tedium of the plain the shifting snow shines like sand."] p. 41 'The sound of an apple broken in half.' -- modified from Bill Knott, "Poem (I am the only one who can say)," Auto-Necrophelia ["Your nakedness: the sound when I break an apple in half"] p. 57 "Wouldn't it be booful if we could juth run together into one gwate big bwob?" --slight misquote of William Burroughs, as quoted in Ted Morgan's Literary Outlaw p. 57 "your lips are indeed a disaster of alienated star-knots" --Frank O'Hara, from "Second Avenue" p. 63 "Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine / I'm on the pavement thinking about the government" --slight misquote of Bob Dylan, from "Subterranean Homesick Blues" p. 63 "My arms are warm." --Aram Saroyan, [untitled], Aram Saroyan _________________________ My arms are warm Aram Saroyan _________________________ p. 84 "That gutter drain [in Paris at the end of the 19th century], slobbering mud and rubies, is the mouth of a tomb, buried church, a subterranean temple (as in Egypt): the flickering muzzle of the god-jackal Anubis, guide to the underworld. While, above, the flame--inverted pubic-hair triangle--of the oil-lamp street-light rises from the wick which gathers as a storm, as a storm gathers, the insults which comprise it, and the flame still always reaches upward, perversely, no matter how the lamp sways: poetry of Baudelaire. Baudelaire. Not funeral wreaths dried in cities without evenings could serve as offerings to him when the very city's shimmering reality is the ghost, the soul, of Baudelaire, like an atmospheric element we must breathe even if it kills us." -- Mallarmé, "The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire," (a sonnet) in prose translation by R. Hell p. 85 mint-condition can of Rumford's Baking Powder, celluloid earring, Speedy Gonzales, the latest from Helen Topping Miller's fertile escritoire, a sheaf of suggestive pix on greige, deckle-edged stock -- slight misquote of John Ashbery, from "Daffy Duck in Hollywood," Houseboat Days p. 89 "Let the dead bury the dead," and let the young fuck the young (but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God). --Luke 9:57-60, New Revised Standard Version ["As they were going along the road, someone said to Jesus, 'I will follow you wherever you go.' And Jesus said to him, 'Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.' To another he said, 'Follow me.' But he said, 'Lord, first let me go and bury my father.' But Jesus said to him, 'Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.'"] p. 90 Also, he let language have its way with him. --asseverated by Frank O'Hara, talking at a Club panel, 1952, as quoted in Brad Gooch's City Poet ["Poetry which liberates certain forces in language, permits them to emerge upon the void of silence, not poetry which seeks merely to express most effectively or most beautifully or most musically some preconceived idea or perception."] p. 90 It's all appearances, and what is art but playing with appearances, etc., etc. -- asseverated by Jorge Luis Borges, preface to the 1954 edition of his 1935 first book, A Universal History of Iniquity ["The learned doctors of the Great Vehicle teach us that the essential characteristic of the universe is its emptiness. They are certainly correct with respect to the tiny part of the universe that is this book.... It is all just appearance, a surface of images-which is why readers may, perhaps, enjoy it. The man who made it was a pitiable sort of creature, but he found amusement in writing it; it is to be hoped that some echo of that pleasure may reach its readers."], and Jim Thompson's suggestion that "there is only one plot--things are not as they seem," as quoted in Robert Polito's Savage Art. p. 112: the untitled poem, "The skywriting of all things was," is a translation by R. Hell of Frank O'Hara's "Poem: 'The eager note on my door...,'" Meditations in an Emergency p. 118-119 He kept drinking malted milk. Malted milk kept rushing to his head. His doorknob kept turning. It must have been spooks. The hair rising on his head: a warm old feeling. --modified from Robert Johnson, "Malted Milk" I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away. I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away. Baby you just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May. Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head. Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head. And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head. Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time. Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time. Keep on stirring in my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind. My doorknob keeps on turning, it must be spooks around my bed. My doorknob keeps on turning, must be spooks around my bed. I have a warm old feeling, and the hair rising on my head. p. 120 "We live as we dream--alone." --slight misquote of Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness p. 122-123: the poem, "Evening Prayer," is a translation by R. Hell of Arthur Rimbaud's "Oraison du soir" p. 121-124 Paul said to T., "I understand you." T. just shrugged his shoulders. *** While I'd thought we were two happy children free to wander in a Paradise of sadness. *** The world turns and we become sick. He defined vertigos. I do believe that true life is elsewhere. --These and a scattering of other phrases and lines on those four pages modified from A. Rimbaud's "Delirium (I & II)," A Season in Hell p. 124 "Poetry is making a comeback." But why is it always bad poetry, or a false idea of poetry, that is making a comeback? I don't think good poetry has ever made a comeback, or ever will. That's one reason it's necessary to keep on writing it. --Kenneth Koch, "My Olivetti Speaks," Straits p. 126 God said the world. In the beginning was the Word. Later, the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us (and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father), full of grace and truth. -- John 1:1, 12-14, King James Version [In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God / The same was in the beginning with God. / All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. / ... / And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.] p. 128 "The external world is only a manifestation of the activities of the mind" --"Lankavatara Sutra," trans. Suzuki and Goddard TITLES Everything Is Its Opposite [Everything is true, but very little is permitted.] Diamond Dusted Demonic Clarity Pink and Blue Smear Fasm Licked The Magic of Intensest POETRY-SNOT Penetrating Literature So-Called [Godlike [[Thorax...]]] The Compassion of the Poets Nipple Rouge Cheap Hotel Room Emergency Know Secret Static The Morning of the Poem The Way Things Are He and I Phenomena Make You a Joke Things Are Lilac Sky-Flow [Lilac Sky-Floe] 2-D Beckoning [and name T. a double D. name instead, like Dermot something] Love Is Real Werd Excitement A Paradise of Sadness Paradise of Sadness Sad Heaven Heavens of Sadness Paradise of Sad Sad Paradise Mortal Heaven Heavenly Sadness Broken Broken Open Broke Haw Mistakes Ism Most Completely Atrocious EPIGRAPH IDEAS |
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