ED SANDERS (short version)
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THE ED SANDERS PRAISE POEM SHORT VERSION! Take stock if you would stock knock kock who’s there it’s Ed Sanders Praise Poem! the Spirit of Woodstock Noli in Spiritu Combieri! subscribe to the Journal of the Center of Time, before the beginning of time! Hear now the praises of places dayses amazes scholarship hoot’n’hollership the Last Renaissance Man! His instruments: the eye of the day: the you of the night pause shifting of the asses in chairs memories collecting corny as kumbaya campfires, tight as tomorrow’s poems to be writ today Ed at Olson conference seeding future return in a rush to begin a tradition someone's craning in the creek right now someone's spirit is blowing blue out the window Death don't stop here, a tree blossoms one by one each a place you lived and as you shovel out the Mountainside the Big One the SUN rips top of your head open (no, it's gentle like can opener) peer inside slightly balding pate of dear mustachioed centerpiece never looked so sweet as the moment when history became verse in his hand writ free of the Twentieth Century dear Allen, the Life and Times the warbling Fugs How sweet he roams towards Slum Goddess Miriam of the Creeks the deer as equals and the poem as language the pulsing of
the lyre and stupid stupid stupid heart open verse, rhymed verse,
chanted verse, spoken verse, sane sonnets, even sonnets that aren’t even sonnets! Hear em at Woodstock’s best performance zones: Tonight will be overnight poetry encampment at nearby Opus 40 Sculpture Park! So in the interest of public tranquility, we list the following
Places in Woodstock for Visitors Not to Smoke Pot: Comparing the handwriting of the rival Karmapas Wherest puttest thou 800 pound elk on Rt 28? |