Francois Drouin ~ Frank Andrick Publishing
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Pascal
By Frank Andrick
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Pascal’s need of divine grace
in order to illuminate.
Turning Trinity into equations.
The hollow into holy.
Pursued by his abyss into regions of
aether . . . devoured by space.
His night of fire set the stage . . .
The three became he.
He found himself everywhere
while nowhere at all.
Always at home, thinker and thought.
A cell to console one’s self.
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The Poet is a Thief of Fire
By Frank Andrick
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To be a poet
entails more than
the writing of poems.
It demands a commitment
to live and die with great style
and even greater sadness.
To wake up each morning
with the fever raging,
and to know that it can never
be extinguished except by
death,
and yet to be convinced that this suffering,
this sensitivity carries its own unique
reward . . .
I want to be
the Hierophant
of an unapprehended inspiration.
Blue Grace
BY PHILIP LAMANTIA
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crashes thru air
where Lady LSD hangs up all the floors of life for the last time
Blue Grace leans on white slime
Blue Grace weaves in & out of Lüneburg and ‘My Burial Vault’ undulates
from first hour peyote turnon
Diderot hand in hand with the Marquis de Sade
wraps himself up in a mexican serapé
at Constitution Hall, Philadelphia, 1930
Blue Grace turns into the Count of Saint-Germain
who lives forever
cutting up George Washington
dream of pyramid liquefactions from thighs of Versailles
Blue Grace intimidates Nevil Chamberlain
feels up Fillippo Marinetti
and other hysterics of the phallic rose
Blue Grace dressed up as automobile sperm
My Claw of the future
and the almond rose Rich the Vampire wears
over the US Army
— flags !
american flags !
flying like bats
out of ‘ My Burial Vault ’ !
flood museums
where Robespierre’s murder is plotted
— floated from Texcoco,
the Prince of Bogota caught redhanded
sniffing forty cans of Berlin ether !
Hydrek ice blue teeth
impersonates, psycho-kinetically,
the resurrection of Blue Grace as prophetess of the anti-planet system
Blue Grace under dark glasses
getting out of one hundred white cars at once !
Cars of ectoplasmic tin-types
go to the juncture where Blue Grace Glass is raped
at the Court of Miracles, Mexico City, 1959
Blue Grace undressed
reveals tattoo marks of Hamburg, sea & storm of
Neptune-Pluto conjunction
Rumors of war
strafe the automation monster
walking to universal assassination
K & K and the russian poets
suck Blue Grace’s opulent morsels, back & front
The nicotine heaven of Bosch’s painting
emanates the thousand beauties of
Christopher Maclaine’s tool box
of mechanical brass jewels
Man,
the marvel
of masturbation arts,
intersects Blue Grace
at World’s Finale Orgasm Electro-Physic Apocalypse !
I sing the beauty of bodily touch
with my muse, Blue Grace
Bigger Than The Sky
By Frank Andrick
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This hooded character
mysterian in motion
Mary Magdalene,
she who evokes
the effect . . . of a
Proustian Madeleine
and my own Marguerite
of my imagination.
Crucible of mystery and sorrow
who owns a distilled alien radiance
touched by transcendence
mired in the moribund
subject to legend,
like the tomb of Oscar Wilde
stoned angel within the sight of
the lizard king . . . aspiring to Mont Salvat
This is the power of Madeleine
the invisible sister saint
both pleasure seat and mercy seat.
The point of the point
and the portal of creations
I want to die in the same place I was born.
The mystery . . . bigger than the sky.
Gnosis changes everything
the ability to fly.
Thos mystery . . . bigger than the sky.
