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The Agriculture Reader

The Agriculture Reader

the coolest lit journal out. A copy was given to me by my professor whose work happens to be featured in this collection.

Hunter S.

Johnny Depp may be the greatest living actor in the U.S.

Bob Kaufman: Black Beat

Elaine Equi, one of our great contemporary voices, recommended to me Cranial Guitar, the selected poems of Bob Kaufman. No one knows about the black beats. Perhaps because such behavior is shunned in the black community. Lyrical, political, subversive, unhinged, profound, prophetic--ever in search of truth.

Bob Kaufman posted a controversial poem in the window of a San Francisco cafe. A cop came in, pulled it down and got in Kaufman's face. As the cop stands there, Kaufman whips out his johnson and pisses on the cop's leg.

this is the body &

these are the souls. the black burn

ish in the white room—these are t

he souls. crept on low tide shoals l

abile conjuring the morning tolls f

or cast iron fancy & mother may i

these are the souls. an april for da

ndy and dancing to fight; make lo

ve after lusting her elegant flight f

rom body to body we call it deligh

t. these are the souls; these are th

e souls. periphery darkens the me

aning you must a call for belongin

g in god you trust and now you go

singing for delicate sluts. the burn

ish is almost always somber. the c

ity staccato we carry in this in this

these are the souls & these are the

souls

The Subversive Politics of St. Andrew

as saltires of a scaffolding frame

the sky and the bodies in the win

dow s and the clothes on their bo

dies and the flowers in their vases

slowly wilting in dearth of oxygen

/white noise

i saw my shadow shallow g

ray in a sliver of yellow nic

keled light & only then rem

embered to close the circui

ts timing the hypnagogic c

ircus calls quietly.