December 21, 2020 by tsk2001
The punctured juncture of Beat Poetics, Surrealism and Buddhism are rotisseried on the wheel of the quivering meat conception turning in the woid void. Emergent phenomena are swelling in a flexure of conjecture. All six domains of the Desire Realm are plumbed and succumbed. Lew Welch and Lenore Kandel are in love again. The Abomunist Manifesto has remanifested and the ghost of Bob Kaufman is smoking Marlboro Lights. Next stop: the LaHand Galaxy. It’s the Last Place. There’s nowhere else to go.