Meat Poetry
Just “discovered” a
beat poet named Michael McClure - fucking amazing shite, have never heard of this guy before but will definitely buy everything he’s ever written off of amazon.com, pronto!
YOU’RE A BAG OF MEAT! A white sack of soft skin and fat held in shape by a lot of bones! . . . Nobody’s free of being divine!”
When a man does not admit he is an animal, he is less than an animal. . . . Blake was the revolt of one man. He was not a revolutionary but a man in revolt. A creature in revolt can conceive that there is NO solution and that there will be unending construction and destruction. . . . Blake revolted with his being and maintained himself as a visionary mammal as best he might in his circumstances. His creature pride and his vision in works of poetry and painting survive as part of his body. “REVOLT IS A BIOLOGICAL PROCESS” (”Blake and the Yogin,”).
For some reason this idea of the flesh as divine - mindbodysplithealed - somatopsychic monism - nondualism - really fascinates me… we find the same thing in antionomian Zen poets like Ikkyu and surrealist social theorists like Georges Bataille.
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