This weekend Ron Sakolsky came to Portland on his book tour for
Surrealist Subversions. I have to admit that meeting a surrealist from
out-of-town greatly boosted my energy, as it seemed to have done to
the other PSG members. Sakolsky, Morgan, and Shibek read from the
anthology. Shibek also spoke about the PSG, but did not dance despite
my banterings (he's been studying butoh). Jim Koehnline spoke briefly
about the Autonomedia Calendar of Jubilee Saints (I share a birthday
with Mohammed; the same day Casonova died). Copies of the calander and
the fall issue of Fifth Estate were freely distributed to the
audience, along with copies of the tract "Another Stupid War"
(currently at
www.surrealism-usa.org, also check out the new article
on Baraka). The reading ended with the audience participating in a
collective poem: "Over Portland's Silent Flame" (see below). After
that Sakolsky, Jim, Shibek, Morgan, Sarah-Frances, and myself went to
Sarah-Frances' apartment and hung out. Apparently on Sunday (I did not
participate due to work) they all drove to the Columbia Gorge, and
later watched "Murder Maids" (a film based on the Papin sisters). It
was all very encouraging, considering the depreciation that is found
on the internet (i.e. Keith, NowSurreal). I was very happy to meet in
person some out-of-towners as serious about the surrealist project as
myself and the rest of the PSG.
OVER PORTLAND'S SILENT FLAME
This smoking bird flies over a wavering city
'Cause we were aiming to burn down that sterile heaven, hoping
against hope that
Hypodermic love tight sight
silence shattered the latest grumbling,
leaping, swinging, lizard phone medicine.
Why are majestic vistas more impressive at 80 MPH?
The devil fish flying moonward crying bloody silences
The train leaves on the raven's scream.