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once over the riseshe was a ghost
like a doll
standing on the coast,
pointing to nowhere
just smoke and mirrors
she said,
"next time bring a warrant"
signs on the highway
soaring by
he said it plain,
I will never forget,
"I'm walking here."
once over the rise
the tracks do not lie,
to the new City of Orleans
it doesn't count
when it ends that way,
it makes a difference
when you hit it right
what once was, is not
I'm just waiting to see
how they can explain their way out of this one
the trieste cafe on grant street
in north beach,
I sat there for years
at those old tables
waiting for something to happen
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it does not seem to anymore
just surf and sand and sun and bikinis and hotdogs taking each wave like the day will never end.....
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that would cause folks to lose track of time...or seasons.
though better to be west then east...in sun and surf.
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well most are not prepared to be a Californian
most would dabble in boredom
most can not see what great things you can do as the sun hovers over
slams down over your shoulder and throws down feet away on the horizon
plunking into the Pacific Ocean
the light is better out here
the air is better
confidence shines in the shadowed sun slipping away now
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it reminds me of dantes seven levels of hell...
as if you were drowning in indigo darkness
dude!...rise above the bellowing below...
to the light-- of night or right or bright or flight or blah blah
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yea.......this one is a weird one, more to do with the film and the fact i was shooting at almost nothing.
just the drawing in my head of rows of some kind of green vegetables
and skulls and female forms and just a closer walk in hell than first planned
Dante and the devil getting it on in the back with Carrivigio and Breugal
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how typical of walks through life...
one never plans for such voyages...
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true
blind to the bs
looking for the thing in the cracks
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Trieste......like the Italian city
think that's where Papa Gianni came from who opened it in the early 1950s.
here
had to write a bio forward for a poetry book coming out soon
and the Trieste Cafe has a lot to do with my potry/writing than maybe anything else
Mark Erickson moved to the Bay Area to study painting at the San Francisco Art Institute. He received his degrees while spending an inordinate amount of time at Winterland Arena and in the North Beach cafes writing poetry and doodling on
cocktail napkins.
At a time when they were still occasionally prowling around the Cafe Trieste, Specs and Vesuvios.
Mark was fortunate enough to meet the likes of Bob Kaufman, Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Richard Brautigan and William Burroughs.
So many coffees and so many poems in so many notebooks.
Erickson's poetry, paintings and photography have been published in......
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Seriously?
or fictionally?
i have the impression you are much younger then the time period they were alive.
I suppose on the cusp of your spring and their autumns-- lives interconnected.
Most have been interesting to have conversations with such poets in that time frame of their lives.
Did they impart anything favorable? a grand revelation about the whole process of life and death?
did you mean crawling around?
sorry --that sounds insensitive...
dont mean it that way.
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what is it with cocktail napkins and poetry.
Not the coffee town --do i think--but the word--triste...like sad.
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be thinkin you thinkin they all died in the 1970s or I met them ....most were in the 60s maybe Burroughs maybe a bit older
but most pased away 1997 and 2001
Brautigan my fav writer of the bunch died/well killed himself mid late 80s I believe
they were very much part of the late part of the 20th century'
most were conversation over drinks and or coffee
they all hung pretty heavily in packs when they were in town with other local poets and writers and painters.
i just knew some teachers at differnt schools and asked to be introduced
simple as that
plus i can talk and keep up with about anyone if i have to
plus i paint and they all dug that.
North Beach was the place
over all else
even NYC
which is too congested often
north beach is just a magical place sometimes
no doubt
great weather
the art institute up the street
Italian joints all around
paradise with a bay view
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aint thinking that far back...
i knew the time line--which is still--close to 10 years back in time or more...and i suppose--well--
probably bad math --bad calculations --bad assumptions of this or that...like age of protagonist.
faulty conclusions none the less.
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I have no doubt san fran would be 'the' place.
north west pacific would be close to paradise here now...easy escape from the shuffling madness -no doubt.
i dont think there is a comparison between the one or other.
its about timing...and being there when the timing is right...
be it san fran-- ny-paris--canada or new zealand.
would have liked to venture and repose in ca. got only as far as co. and that was in fact 'the ' place at one point in time...
its all relative --don't u think?
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Truly a photo made into a painting. Good work.
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yes.....this is a painting more than a Polaroid
but a Polaroid more than a painting
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So many faces of our demons, comes to the surface, intergrating into subconcious.
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Like Izaaaaa said, so many things to see in this photograph... Waiting for something to happen
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this one seems dangerous
more than the rest
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Nice one, Mark. Another one where we can see things.
I see.. a skull face with breasts, wings, and arms, in the middle 
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thanks....and all that and more
and it's everyone I have ever seen
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the skull in the middle is a little disturbing. Once it appeared to me I can't unsee it.
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that is a cool skull i do have to say
it's their prowling and lurking
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