Relentless Visions

He couldn’t stop the visions that eventually became waking nightmares…
He would dream of sniffing the soiled crotch of her pantyhose
While sucking her toes and licking her feet, he saw no way of staying alive
Except by becoming a poet and a painter and told no one he was a prophet—
She became a go-go dancer at a sleazy club because they had to eat—
For him art and literature were everything,
It seemed every woman was a go-go dancer and every man a painter…
He still had visions, has them to this day…
He will never stop being a prophet
He was born that way, his path set clearly before him,
Past and future foretold—
And all the while you’re saying, what does any of this have to do with me or my mother or quantum mechanics or Cubism or Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich…
Those things were already in the past, like comic books, except horror comics,
The lost generation, the Algonquin circle, social realism or any kind of realism—
A prophet was born in 1961 in Harlem not of his own choosing
His best friends were drunks, junkies, thieves, poets, painters and sluts
And his visions were relentless
Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker and John Coltrane
And Miles Davis created bebop…
There was Tempest storm and Blaze Starr
And the thousand other burlesque queens including Gypsy Rose Lee,
The greatest of them all and into this maelstrom of bebop, Beat literature, method acting, burlesque, abstract expressionist painting throw Playboy magazine and Bob Dylan,
Sylvia Plath, Ann Sexton and the Confessional Poetry movement,
Feminism and the Civil Rights and Black Power movements,
Gay rights, the Stonewall riots, Times Square,
Pornography, drugs, prostitutes and perverts
Jack Kerouac and Bettie Page were both Christians,
He a Roman Catholic and she an evangelical…
Pollack was a drunk in Jungian analysis married to a Jew,
Kerouac and Pollack looked lovingly upon Bettie Page’s figure,
Naked, near naked, bound and gagged, binding and gagging,
Hanging, hogtied in stockings and garters and high-high heels
Or babydolls and slippers lounging on a daybed
Or playfully posing in a field amidst an ocean of pinups
On a newsstand where she was featured in every magazine most often smiling…
Kerouac and Pollack both listened to bebop jazz,
The revitalized urban strain of jazz that took off from swing,
Bettie was from the south, Kerouac from New England
And Pollack from the Midwest,
All three came into their own in New York City,
Manhattan particularly, where Kerouac attended Columbia,
Pollack studied at the Art Student’s League and later signed with Peggy Guggenheim
And Bettie was discovered in a bikini on the beach
And soon became a regular at “camera club” meetings…
Besides Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs and the other Beats,
There the other Abstract Expressionists, and Bunny Yeager and Irving Klaw…
There was Marilyn and James Dean and the other method actors at the Actor’s Studio,
And Tennessee Williams and Clifford Odets and Arthur Miller,
Whom Marilyn later married—
When he closes his eyes he can still smell her sweaty feet
And her mother’s sweaty feet and his mother’s sweaty feet…
The visions are relentless and show no sign of stopping so he stares into the darkness hoping to see the light of god come to rescue him—
But it’s neither revelation nor apocalypse that comes…
Eventually beauty became only a memory and all sound vanished except the windtumblr_ml98nwstPG1r5u13qo1_1280 tumblr_mlfq9gjnjT1rfycyjo1_1280 tumblr_mlgg6y0I521rtino3o1_1280 tumblr_mlggfthQVV1rtino3o1_1280 tumblr_mlgghpQF4D1rtino3o1_1280 tumblr_mlggirtaJ31rtino3o1_1280 tumblr_mlggt2sGXB1rtino3o1_1280

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