Before all this began, there was December of last year when I wanted to be Arthur Rimbaud and I stood in the corner of a bookshop, where I was becoming a ghostly regular reading a 'Season in Hell' and wondering what it would take as carols played soft on the radio. It was Christmastime. From …
In December of Last Year
From the First of December Farewell my friends, for tonight I embark on a journey. And so rise the crimson waves. But I've got a few parting words. I read 'A Season in Hell' this afternoon and saw that the answer, if real, cannot be found on this earth, but it may lie underground. This …
Letter to Victoria Belle
Dear Victoria, Tonight is one of those nights in which so many things seem to all come together from the far corners of the night sky. I fasted for a day and have deduced that it does indeed lead to an altered state of consciousness. And I think it may be needed in today’s world. …
In the Valleys…
In the valleys of Rimbaud Yea in the valleys of Hendrix’s Neptune In the valleys of Azure, yea I feel the winds of violet coming soon I’m on a ship that will lead to the stars I’m taking it on, to Venus and to Mars Won’t you come with me baby Won’t you sing while …
To play with John Coltrane
A new venture now. Marked primarily with the odd choice of fasting. I feel the body changing. Refraining from the lonesomely romantic nights of wine and the typewriter filled with the hope of what might turn out. Frustrations weren’t from the wine, however. I want to produce more and that can only come from, I …
Proclamation for Sonny Rollins
Some kind of boom has taken hold and I fear that it will not stay. But I do not fear the fear. Fear makes me human and in touch with the waves that surround the young. It is all ok and it makes me alive. I don’t know what brought it out. This must be …
Return to the board, nod to A. Rimbaud
Reading Rimbaud. A passage called Credo in Unam. The Gods lose love and they fall in love again. They are stuck in the stupor and bliss of the heavens, and yet they still experience human emotions. And this is the backdrop for the problems of the human world. Perhaps they are not problems, but merely …
Ren Michael 