House of Heart

Remember the summer
we were obsessed with Burroughs?
Anything familiar like the sound of far off
thunder close enough to subdue the mad-paced
hours. Something  inciting,  a strike of lightning.
The scent of combustion ready to ignite.
Everything electric that made us come alive.
Our hearts caught between whale song and sigh
spontaneous thunder and intermittent quiet
Sporadic  as a summer storm.

Leonid Afremov  “Rains Rustle”

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68 thoughts on “Summer with Burroughs

  1. Bonjour ou bonsoir mon amie HEART

    La mélodie du cœur
    Celle que l’on entend qu’une fois et qui nous transporte si loin
    Au delà des nuages et au delà des paysages

    La mélodie du cœur ne s’invente pas elle s’écoute
    Elle est si belle
    La mélodie du cœur
    Elle nous transporte, fait pousser des ailes d’anges dans le dos
    Qu’elle te transporte au paradis là ou tout est éternel
    Que ce weekend à venir soit une explosion de bonheur avec tes proches
    Bonne journée ou belle soirée
    gros bisous
    Bernard

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  2. This is a gorgeous poem, Holly!
    It’s been awhile since I read Burroughs. I like where you take the knowing of his work in this poem.
    Alive… alive … alive is your work!
    I would have liked to have been around in the Beat Gen. Ah, to be a time machine!
    Although a diff gen, , I’m going to be burning a few bras in my backyard, once things warm up. It’s redux time!

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        1. Wouldn’t it be amazing. I want to smell of patchouli and weed and have a flower in my hair, live in Haight-Ashbury in a flat with a bunch of other runaways, hang out at poetry slams clicking my fingers! 🌺 🌸❦🌼

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  3. Whale songs and sighs, thunder and quiet, my kind of life Rene! This lovely poem made me want to put on my flip flops, tee shirt, shorts, and hit the beach front. I loved those afternoon storms that made me run to the local pub for some eats and rowdy fun. Then, back to the beach until the sun was drowned in the ocean and it was time to call it a day.

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          1. LoL, 😆 now that you mention it. I forgot for a moment that I’m not 19 anymore. Now, it takes a lot longer for my freckles to grow together. Oh well, we can still Snoopy Dance with our protective gear on. We’ll look cool and people will want to join in. 😎😎

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          2. 😆. I need to tie a string on that salt shaker. JB has remained a favorite but he must be getting a little old and a little slow by now. I’m sure he is in the Keys with his flip flops and Hawaii shirt on, sporting a margarita and big ole smile.

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  4. Well, well… Took me back to Panama city a lifetime ago… (Or even Mo-bile)
    Thanks for the song Coeur de feu. You, Lady have good taste.
    Started out soul-ish and then went funky on us.
    Compliments.
    🙂

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      1. You’re welcome. Its Kerouac’s birthday in two days. I’m going to write a poem to pay tribute to his distinctive style.

        I’m assuming you were talking about William S Burroughs here. Thats why I Said what I did. Tell me if i’m right.

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