"The Chinese read the time in the eyes of cats," said Baudelaire and went into a jewelry store on Market Street. He came out a few moments later carrying a twenty-one jewel Siamese cat that he wore on the end of a golden chain.
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Baudelaire opened up a hamburger stand in San Francisco, but he put flowers between the buns. People would come in and say, "Give me a hamburger with plenty of onions on it." Baudelaire would give them a flowerburger instead and the people would say, "What kind…
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Baudelaire used to come to our house and watch me grind coffee. That was in 1939 and we lived in the slums of Tacoma, My mother would put the coffee beans in the grinder. I was a child and would turn the handle, pretending that it was a hurdy-gurdy,…
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Baudelaire was sitting in a doorway with a wino on San Francisco's skidrow. The wino was a million years old and could remember dinosaurs. Baudelaire and the wino were drinking Petri Muscatel "One must always be drunk," said Baudelaire. "I live in the American Hotel,"…
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Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee. He picked up a hitch-hiker named Jesus who had been standing among a school of fish. feeding them pieces of bread. "Where are you going?" asked Jesus, getting into the front seat. "Anywhere, anywhere out of this world!" shouted…
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There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows that want to be released from their frames to run with the deer through back country meadows.…
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Her face grips at her mouth like a leaf to a tree or a tire to a highway or a spoon to a bowl of soup. She just can't let go with a smile, the poor dear. No matter what happens her face is always a maple tree Highway 101 tomato.
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It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow dance with a dead kite, cajoles affection from falling leaves, and knows four other things. One is the color of your hair.
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I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
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I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky.…
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1. Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3. Reduce intellectual activity and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4.
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If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, "It's beautiful…
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I don't care how God-damn smart these guys are: I'm bored. It's been raining like hell all day long and there's nothing to do. Written January 24, 1967 while poet-in-residence at the California Institute of Technology
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Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror says it's true: I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. It starts about an inch below the bridge and strolls geriatrically down for another inch or so: stopping. Fortunately, the rest of the nose is comparatively
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I am desolate in dimension circling the sky like a rainy bird, wet from toe to crown wet from bill to wing. I feel like a drowned king at the pomegranate circus. I vowed last year that I wouldn't go again but here I sit in my usual seat, dripping and clapping…
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There are comets that flash through our mouths wearing the grace of oceans and galaxies. God knows, we try to do the best we can. There are comets connected to chemicals that telescope down out tongues to burn out against the air. I know we do.…
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For Susan Last night (here) a long pretty girl asked me to write a poem about Albion, so she could put it in a black folder that has albion printed nicely in white on the cover.…
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Magic is the color of the thing you wear with a dragon for a button and a lion for a lamp with a carrot for a collar and a salmon for a zipper. Hey! You're turning me on: baby. That's the way it's going down. WOW!
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January 26, 1967 at 3:15 in the afternoon Sitting here in Los Angeles parked on a rundown residential back street, staring up at the word HOLLYWOOD written on some lonely mountains, I'm listening very carefully to rock and roll radio (Lovin' Spoonful)…
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My magic is down. My spells mope around the house like sick old dogs with bloodshot eyes watering cold wet noses. My charms are in a pile in the corner like the dirty shirts of a summer fatman.…
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