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COLUMN NINETY-FIVE, AUGUST 1, 2003
(Copyright © 2003 The Blacklisted Journalist)

'JAZZ WAS HIS RELIGION - ALL OF TED JOANS & NO MORE'

it's saturday morning
i'm 1/2 asleep     yet fully awake
1 glance @ the clock it's 9:11
i stare into its face until it becomes 9:12
tomorrow is mother's day
it's supposed to rain
it will be raining in raintown i consider people still piss on trees
a slight cool breeze comes in thru the window
along with the sound of pneumatic drills (ruffling the curtains & my ears)
always deconstructing reconstructing
busy people are some damned busy they still get lost in lost town
i'll have to make more phone calls  write more poems
this would be a good time to have e-mail   enter the modern age
what does it all mean?  TED IS DEAD
ted is dead  there'll be no more nerve endings & sweet potato pies
no more sudden visits  no more trips to museums
tedisdead  & bob kaufman was jewish  & baraka was leroi once
ted's dead & there'll be no more asking for favors no more borrowing money
no more eating in cheap restaurants no more leaving things in my pad anymore
no more TEDUCATION
no more nuts from Economy Candy  no more tours of hidden places
no more wide-eyed crazy excitement no more aardvarks & rhinoceri
no more exquisite corpses  no more world traveler
paris mexico timbuktu n.y. California & deep space too  (no more Black Velvets)
no more pow-wows  elegance  friendship on demand  demanding friendship
no more ultimate  HIPSTER SURREALIST BEAT JAZZ SOUL
people still piss in the street & act like no one sees them  here in pisstown
where only his ashes are left to be scattered around the world
there'll be no more fire escapes no more NO BREAD NO TED
no more private NO SMOKING signs
the hands of the clock keep moving & i move closer to sleep than to waking
ted is dead he was born on the day that white america claimed its INDEPENDENCE
he died surrounded by its history & the history of the entire animal race
he died a rich man  self-made legend  one of a kind
he was the entire 20th century
of his time  in his time  ahead of his time
ted was the beginning & the end of time
ted was  he was  ted is  he is  ted's dead  he's dead  ted lives  he lives
TED JOANS LIVES!  ##  

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