Thursday, June 17, 2010

WNBR 2010

Last Saturday, June 12, was the seventh World Naked Bike Ride in San Francisco. We ride each year to protest our dependance on fossil fuels. This year the weather was a beautiful 86 degrees. We started at the Ferry Building and rode down the Embarcadero to Pier 39, then onto Crissy Field, the Palace of Fine Arts, through the Marina to Lombard Street, down Columbus Avenue to Montgomery, down Montgomery, across Market to Yerba Buena Gardens, back north to Union Square, and then on to the Civic Center and City Hall where we surprised a couple posing for their wedding photos. After a rest, we rode up Market to Valencia, down Valencia to Eighteenth, up Eighteenth to Castro, and up Castro to the new plaza for another breather. The group then headed over to the Haight. I, however, headed on home. A glorious day indeed.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Peter Orlovsky is dead.

Snail Poem

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
        & handsome felt, 
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
        blown up clowd. 
Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound
        of rain dribble thru this layer
        down to the roots that will tickle my ear. 
Hay grave, my toes need cutting so file away
        in sound curve or 
Garbage grave, way above my head, blood will soon
        trickle in my ear -
        no choise but the grave, so cat & sheep are daisey
Train will tug my grave, my breath hueing gentil vapor
        between weel & track. 
So kitten string & ball, jumpe over this mound so
        gently & cutely 
So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiousely
        on its way. 

1958 NYC