Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Kevin Patrick Hodgkiss writes



Mean Mutherfucker

All spit and grit
And New York City shit.
Smoke and dope and moonlight madness
On the corner
Of every dirty avenue.
Stain and pain
Why, even the rain hurts
To strangers.

Mean mutherfucker
With a big fat heart.

All blood and breath
Birth and death
Crack and smack and secret darkness
On the corner
Of every dirty avenue
Piss and kiss
Why, even the walls close
To natives.

Mean mutherfucker
With a big fat heart.

Vicious fairy faggot
Melts within his music.
Mean mutherfucker
With a big fat heart
Rock and roll animal
New York Bonaparte.

All stance and chance
Corrupt romance
Punk and junk and dingy dankness
On the corner
Of every broken avenue
Dearth and hurt
Why, even the curbs cry
Unforgiving.

All stiff and rough
Damaged and tough
City subway and sewer gutter
Is the corner
Of every tight view avenue
Scum and cum
Why, even the light fights the darkness
For room.

Shocked electric scumbag
Melts from his music
Mean mutherfucker
With a big fat heart
Rock and roll animal
New York Bonaparte.

All hurt and curse
Your cheap uptown dirt
Pocket and purse and worthless
On your corner
Of every swollen avenue
Terse and versed
Why, even the words hurt
To everyone.

All threats and sweat
No damned regrets
Sick and dick and dirty whores
On the corner
Of every broken avenue
Fuck and suck
Why, even the love is lonely
To the lovers.

Mean mutherfucker
With a big fat heart.

Nah nahnah nah nah
Nah nah.


For Lou


 


 
Lou reed Screen Test #1 -- Andy Warhol

1 comment:

  1. Lou Reed claimed, “My God is rock'n'roll. It's an obscure power that can change your life. The most important part of my religion is to play guitar.” At Syracuse University he studied under the poet Delmore Schwartz, who showed him how "with the simplest language imaginable, and very short, you can accomplish the most astonishing heights.” He insisted that his goals as a writer were "to bring the sensitivities of the novel to rock music." At Syracuse he also became friends with Sterling Morrison, who was not a student there but knew Lou through their mutual friend Jim Tucker; his sister Maureen “Mo” Tucker, Morrison, and Reed all became part of Andy Warhol’s avant garde rock group the Velvet Underground (along with John Cale, who was part of Reed’s earlier group, the Primitives). On their first album “The Velvet Underground & Nico” Lou included the song “European Son”:
    You killed your European son
    You spit on those under twenty-one
    But now your blue cars are gone
    You better say so long
    Hey hey, bye bye bye

    You made your wallpapers green
    You want to make love to the scene
    Your European son is gone
    You'd better say so long
    Your clown's bid you goodbye
    Sterling Morrison explained that the song, which only had two stanzas and a long instrumental break, was a sort of tribute to Schwartz: “Delmore thought rock and roll lyrics were the worst things he’d ever heard in his life; he despised songs with words. As this was our big instrumental outing on the album we dedicated it to him.”
    For Reed’s later solo album “The Blue Mask” he wrote “My House,” a more explicit tribute:
    The image of the poet's in the breeze
    Canadian geese are flying above the trees
    A mist is hanging gently on the lake
    My house is very beautiful at night

    My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
    He's dead - at peace at last the Wandering Jew
    Other friends has put stones on his grave
    He was the first great man that I had ever met

    Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board
    To dial a spirit - across the room it soared
    We were happy and amazes at what we saw
    Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore

    Delmore, I missed all your funny ways
    I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
    My Dedalus to your Bloom
    Was such a perfect wit
    And to find you in my house
    Makes things perfect

    I really got a lucky life
    My writhing, my motorcycle and my wife
    And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry
    Is living in this stone and wood house with me

    The image of the poet's in the breeze
    Canadian geese are flying above the trees
    A mist is hanging gently on the lake
    Our house is very beautiful at night
    Our house is very beautiful at night
    Our house is very beautiful at night
    Our house is very beautiful at night

    (Sylvia was his wife, British designer Sylvia Morales.)

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