Another Night at the Movies

Bardstown Road Cinema 8 - Louisville, Ky - 2011
photo by Danny O'Bryan


Time

Memories have
Vanished like used
Bags of pop corn
Sitting in a dumpster
Waiting to be discarded
Or the years
Mom Pop and Sis
Howled at Dick Van Dyke
And Johnny felt Suzie's
Flimsy bra strap through
Her sheer scented blouse
As he watched
Goldie Hawn's perfectly
Round ass ascend a ladder
Into celluloid
Oblivion

Danny O'Bryan
1/10/2011

SUNDAY FUNNIES

Rufus T. Firefly humps a Sunbeam.
photo by Danny O'Bryan

"Let us have a world of men and women with dynamos between their legs, a world of natural fury, of passion, action, drama, dreams, madness, a world that produces ecstasy, and not dry farts.

Henry Miller "Tropic of Cancer"
yardhog's journals 9/5/97

THOMAS MERTON GETS "IT"

Serenity Street Shrine on east Market Street, Louisville, Ky
photos by Danny O'Bryan

"Tom had been completely swept away, borne off with the music-jazz, the pure sound of it. He crouched with eyes and face raised to the sight of it...noding his head yes yes- a shoulder hunched urging on of the bassman to new highs with "Give it! Give it!...Here! Here!...Now take it!" - pumping notes one to one, artist to artist -- the sweet sweat eye-bond holding the both on that wave riding out and over...gone with it...

And coming back to the table, eyes wide serious, Tom said, "Now that's praying...
That's some kind of prayer...the new liturgy-Really, I'm not kiding. Closer than most of us'll ever get to it."

Thomas Merton at 118 Washington Street, jazz nightclub, Louisville, Ky in the sixties
excerpt from "Song for Nobody" by Ron Seitz

DESOLATION

Hotel 21 C Pajama Party - 2009
photo by Danny O'Bryan

"We are actualizing the universe. Since we are part of the universe, that makes the universe (and us) self-actualizing."

"Without perception, the universe continues to generate an endless profusion of possibilites. The effect of perception, however, is immediate and dramatic. All of the wave function representing the observed system collapses, except one part, which actualizes into reality. No one knows what causes a particular possibility to actualize and the rest to vanish. The only law governing this phenomenon is statistical. In other words it is up to chance...."

The Dancing Wu Li Masters
Gary Zukav

"Sarina the fair-haired
Bright
Bedawnzing girl!

SHE IMMEDIATELY GETS DOWN ON THE FLOOR
in the coitus position and starts throwing a fit at heaven with her loines.
She twists in pain, her face is distorted, teeth, hair falls, shoulders squirm and snake-She stays on the floor on her two hands supporting and knocking her works right at the audience of dark men, some of them college boys- Whistles! The organ music is lowdown get-down-there-what you doing down there blues..."

I look up, there are the stars, just the same desolation, and the angels
below who don't know they are angels-

Amd Sarina will die-
And I will die-and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

Jack Kerouac
Desolation Angels

TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT ALL OFF

Danny O'Day at "Burlesque Mania" cd party.

Being a Stripper

1. Toiletries and Panties

My pubic hair's razored
to an imperfect geometry.
I took a milk bath.
Washed my hair with Paul Mitchell.
Everything should be shaved,
is.
I'm ready to swim naked through men.
My cuticles are bleeding,
the left little toe is blistered
from walking in Santorini, Greece,
but honey
you know they won't be looking
for hands and feet.
Take the Secret antiperspirant, the Colgate red gel,
I'm out of lotion, white linen cologne, and make up bag.
Tonight Power
it's the new blue and green plaid bra and pantie;
(yuck what a word)
(Pantie: a woman or child's undergarment covering
the lower trunk and made with closed
crotch) Lovely.
so, plaid from Victoria's.
Yes, business men LOVED PLAID.
Young republicans love plaid,
The nineteen year olds that can't get laid
Won't care.

II. I am beautiful

I look great tonight.
The color from the Cyclades islands suits me.
I've lost weight. No zits.
I'm not going to wear much make-up.
Everybody can kiss my ass.
Oh shit, my ass.
Slowly, slowly turn around and let's see.
Fuck it. I curve.
If I put my arms straight out
behind me
I am the number 5.

Look at my body.
The bottoms to this outfit
lazy V along my bikini line.
Just flat coffee with cream colored waist
and a C at the small of my back.

I feel good like gloss
vitamin E gel and spaghetti straps
a shadow from my breasts
to my crotch
dividing my left from right.
I'm going to make bank.

III. You love me I'm moving

I am power. I am power.
I am power. I am power.
If I am an arched back
knees grinding stage (tomorrow's bruises)
palms down
toes curled
thighs slightly treed apart
my neck and hair stretched
you should be thinking of
power.
pierced nipple
pierced navel
P. beautiful consonant
Pussy
You love mine.
Pussy power.
You're watching my ass
looking for tan lines
that don't exist
except for where the bottom of my cheeks
meet the back of my thigh.
Pink cantaloupe slices.

IV. Sisters Daughters Mothers Wives

I'm feeling it
or feeling it skillfully.
Plaid becomes pink.
I look in your eyes
before you can look between my legs;
I love my body,
I embrace my sexuality,
I am comfortable with my nudity.
If anyone's eyes roll down
it will be yours.
Where's your daughter?
Your wife?
That's right.
I'm not one bit shy, ashamed or embarrassed.
I am power. I am power. I am power.
I feel more comfortable being here than you do.
taking weak money from obvious hypocrites who
couldn't see their sisters in my shoes.
You say your wife would never wear leather
or dance for you?
When was the last time you bought vinyl briefs
and a riding crop?
Now that I've gotten that out of the way,
pay me for being who I am.

I smile and there is nothing


between me and the cigarette air.

Carrie Michaelle Wright
Published in Heaven Chapbook Series #17
White Fields Press for the literary renaissance
Louisville, Kentucky, 1993