steve dalachinsky - awards
awards
(evan parker improve nite @ the stone
set 2 – 10/11/09)
people accepted awards
(george got one)
read corn about corn
shouted about the deconstruction
of america
raced to the racial line
again
a penny went a long way for
a thought back then
when thinking seemed freer
though free thought was never
really free - easy magic
lone riders strutted their stuff
more easily
tho it seemed more difficult
a lifetime itself was an achievement
so getting a lifetime achievement award
didn’t always prove anything
what i can see on the screen
from where i sit are dense black lines
interconnected – computer “music”
something i never ventured to look at
up close
willie looks so slick lately
always dressed so fine now that he’s
a family man – probably a professor too
the street seemed to pay off for him
i’m still so maladjusted even with enough
for a good meal all the time
living on the edge of one’s art
paying lots of dues
can appear more precarious than it is
though most times it’s pretty damned
precarious
changing order combinations
may unlock mysteries
or may just leave one wondering
or may do nothing @ all
i close my eyes @ 10:25 pm
i’m tired – tired of just about
everything
especially the lies the big boys
always tell
evan,
i’m wondering if i should even give you this “teenage rant” - today a guy almost
decked me because he thought i thought pigeons were more important than people – are they? – the crazy lady who was feeding them seemed to think so – she said pigeons had delicate little feet & was sad because she almost stepped on one - he said she’d step over a dying man to feed them – i said, not exactly in this order, that someone had to do it – feed them i mean – he said i said he got mad wanted to deck me said you look like an intelligent person i’d kill / help a person before a pigeon i said back off back off (someone has to do it) alex & his wife & yuko all got nervous i was scared & wished i coulda just blown the guy’s head off so i guess at that moment pigeons were more important since i never want to blow their heads off & they only get me angry if one shits on me which they’ve rarely done – certainly a lot less than people have anyway- but though i got mad i smartly backed off myself as he lunged forward – finally he split still shouting at me – telling me how intelligent i look & all & that i should know better that people are more important than pigeons – again reiterating that he’d save a man before he’d save a pigeon – me too i guess – anyway later that night i saw a homeless guy sleeping on the sidewalk near the church cemetery exactly where the old lady happened to be feeding the birds i stepped over him quietly so as not to disturb him -
i’m sweating under my chin again it’s so damn hot in here – so squirmy & uncomfortable but i’m not quite sure if i want out – it was good running into you on the bowery today while the light was changing & us right in the middle of the road & me passing you the poem i was caring like we were doing a clandestine drug deal – my day went fairly well except for that pigeon thing though the indian food was a bit too spicy – it was the restaurant’s last night on 2nd avenue – tomorrow they move to long island city – the sparks of our lives come in different configurations – denominations & movements – some equitable some not - some so totally real & some simply ersatz & downright silly – more & more the feeling of true & general approval has been replaced by the politics of power - gone are the one penny thoughts of which there used to be so many - but the pigeons still prosper -
all the best,
steve
steve dalchinsky nyc 10/13-14/09
(evan parker improve nite @ the stone
set 2 – 10/11/09)
people accepted awards
(george got one)
read corn about corn
shouted about the deconstruction
of america
raced to the racial line
again
a penny went a long way for
a thought back then
when thinking seemed freer
though free thought was never
really free - easy magic
lone riders strutted their stuff
more easily
tho it seemed more difficult
a lifetime itself was an achievement
so getting a lifetime achievement award
didn’t always prove anything
what i can see on the screen
from where i sit are dense black lines
interconnected – computer “music”
something i never ventured to look at
up close
willie looks so slick lately
always dressed so fine now that he’s
a family man – probably a professor too
the street seemed to pay off for him
i’m still so maladjusted even with enough
for a good meal all the time
living on the edge of one’s art
paying lots of dues
can appear more precarious than it is
though most times it’s pretty damned
precarious
changing order combinations
may unlock mysteries
or may just leave one wondering
or may do nothing @ all
i close my eyes @ 10:25 pm
i’m tired – tired of just about
everything
especially the lies the big boys
always tell
evan,
i’m wondering if i should even give you this “teenage rant” - today a guy almost
decked me because he thought i thought pigeons were more important than people – are they? – the crazy lady who was feeding them seemed to think so – she said pigeons had delicate little feet & was sad because she almost stepped on one - he said she’d step over a dying man to feed them – i said, not exactly in this order, that someone had to do it – feed them i mean – he said i said he got mad wanted to deck me said you look like an intelligent person i’d kill / help a person before a pigeon i said back off back off (someone has to do it) alex & his wife & yuko all got nervous i was scared & wished i coulda just blown the guy’s head off so i guess at that moment pigeons were more important since i never want to blow their heads off & they only get me angry if one shits on me which they’ve rarely done – certainly a lot less than people have anyway- but though i got mad i smartly backed off myself as he lunged forward – finally he split still shouting at me – telling me how intelligent i look & all & that i should know better that people are more important than pigeons – again reiterating that he’d save a man before he’d save a pigeon – me too i guess – anyway later that night i saw a homeless guy sleeping on the sidewalk near the church cemetery exactly where the old lady happened to be feeding the birds i stepped over him quietly so as not to disturb him -
i’m sweating under my chin again it’s so damn hot in here – so squirmy & uncomfortable but i’m not quite sure if i want out – it was good running into you on the bowery today while the light was changing & us right in the middle of the road & me passing you the poem i was caring like we were doing a clandestine drug deal – my day went fairly well except for that pigeon thing though the indian food was a bit too spicy – it was the restaurant’s last night on 2nd avenue – tomorrow they move to long island city – the sparks of our lives come in different configurations – denominations & movements – some equitable some not - some so totally real & some simply ersatz & downright silly – more & more the feeling of true & general approval has been replaced by the politics of power - gone are the one penny thoughts of which there used to be so many - but the pigeons still prosper -
all the best,
steve
steve dalchinsky nyc 10/13-14/09
posted by jim leftwich at 10:53 AM
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