the concussive murmurings earlier spying my belly button in a drawer between with shredded biker socks
still molting at 7:42
rusty gaze
as marble sinews pulse from vodka/quaalude vision
geometric ink
butterfly on your left shoulder
(THAT YOU DON’T REMEMBER GETTING WHEN
YOU WERE STATIONED IN SAN DIEGO
THE DAY YOU BURNED YOUR DRESS BLUES)
danced the night away out of our minds lusting off to eternity this trail of
whispers ending in a glitteringly butch shadows dreamt only once before now hover in diamond movement tattoo
à l’après-midi d’un faune Angling over a busted wall -when did you share me with candy- from the other club last night it is time to go out to dance, no? is it still 3:20
1976 drowned&drenched In sex forgotten in a flash with all the beautiful ones inhabiting the Atlantis galleria busted open
in the rumbling strata of debris or the glorious basilica liberated from any former crime in faith knowing we we are giving our bodies to each other
resplendent sweated mighty
unlost
human havoc
sane all the same sounds of falling onyx & crystals dripping cracks below Leaves scrapping branches of blue mercury
running through Fingers onto the temples we hear sonic psalms La la la Sacre du Printemps to escape the sound Of the blood pulsing together
of the blood of ancestors
of the blood of ideas
of the blood of body
the blood of mind
the blood of soul
witness to live
inside a Coldest room waiting for scarred voices down here
&Felice&JohnAnthony=et. fuckin’ al. baby nobody walked away empty hearted the corners of the rooms folded up not inside shadow on bluer shadow pulsing resonance concussive dissonance as the body starburst
endlessly through that smashed atom still dancing with Shiva we dance for you&we dance for with you perpetuo molto
on ink-night beholden to our rainbow warriors so mighty real
Graham Greene was one of the 20th century’s most successful novelists, from the droll theatrics of ‘Travels with My Aunt’ to his portrait of a soul-searching rebel priest in ‘The Power and Glory.’ Greene wrote characters that captivated readers for six decades.
The shortlist of his bestseller include– Brighton Rock, The Heart of the Matter, The Third Man, The Quiet American, Ministry of Fear, The Confidential Agent, The End of the Affair, Our Man in Havana- but that is only half the story of his prolific and adventurous life. Graham was a war-time journalist for LOOK magazine, a part-time British M15 spy, a playwright and screenwriter (often uncredited). And he was a self-styled diplomat who inserted himself in political hot spots around the world, exploits he copiously chronicled in letters and journals.
A new biography by Canadian writer Richard Greene brings new insight and analysis of Graham’s restless nature, his relationships and his creative life. The author had access to previously Greene’s private papers and dictaphone recordings. Graham even kept a copious log of his dreams because he admitted in his sort of autobiography titled ‘A Sort of Life’ he didn’t trust his memory.
Respected all over the world for his accomplishments on all these fronts, his career rarely gave him pleasure, he was in it for the adventure. He sought out adventure in political hot spots around the world, even often flirting with the idea that he would be happier if ‘the bullet’ would finish him off.
As RG reveals, Graham’s restlessness and insecurities drove him to dangerous parts of the world in Latin America, Africa and Indochina where he got the inside track on corrupt regimes, spy networks, military leaders, and rebel enclaves. He even spent six weeks in a leprosarium in Africa for research for his novel A Burnt-Out Case, about a depressed architect. who exiles himself to the Belgian Congo before it became a Democratic Republic.
As assured as Graham was in his professional achievements, he suffered from manic depression, and from a young age, contemplated suicide. He was a heavy drinker and at various times he was addicted to opium. His marriage to Vivien was tumultuous, even though he was genuinely but he had casual and serious affairs that eventual caused their permanent separation, but they did not divorce.
Greene had a relationship with Catherine Walston and their affair lasted years, only splitting, sort of, when he fell in love with actress Anita Bjork, a star of Swedish theater and international cinema.
Meanwhile, his Greene’s relationship with his son Francis Charles and his daughter Lucy Caroline remained distant. His work keeping him abroad for long stretches, with him sending letters that didn’t make up for missing key events in their lives. His daughter Caroline eventually moved to Canada and literally build a horse ranch. And even though Greene put up the money, when he finally visited her, she told him how hard his absences and reputation as a womanizer, drinker and political instigator had negatively impacted his family.
Greene was equally critical of political ideologies as mechanism of power and corruption whether it was in communist, socialist, democratic republics or dictatorships. Greene chronicles Graham’s lifelong commitment of putting himself in ‘harm’s way’ to bring attention to human rights abuses around the world. In Haiti to research The Comedians, his scabrous depiction a corrupt Duvalier presidency. After the book’s became an international bestseller ‘Papa Doc’ admitted that he wanted to assassinate Greene, but was ultimately afraid of suffering international reprisals that might hurt Haiti’s tourism.
The last two decades of his life, Greene didn’t slow up, but his heavy drinking, drug use, strained relationships and ceaseless globetrotting caught up with him. He had several serious health problems, but they slowed him down for as long as it took to get back to his hectic life of traveling and writing.
Richard Greene insights into Graham’s compulsive creative process is fascinating and authoritative and gives the background on the real people Graham knew whose character and deeds were the source of his most compelling fictional characters.
The author’s methodical and illuminating machinations of corrupt regimes- the setting of so many of Greene’s best novels- bring new insights into Graham’s exclusive access to top officials around the world. This biography is a fine line a portrait and Richard Greene’s comprehensive research and understand of Greene’s body of work, is an authoritative, wryly observed portrait of the man, his work and his daring times.
of our warriors that must be witnessed but not outlived
Yves sainto maria
sacred sainto
no night falls
liberated by Assotto Saint Once Yves Lubin, sainto all gods Assainto
& the spells of voodoo dolls unleashed to
our radiant warriors Storm the gates burn the motherfuckers down
Saintos gay Liberators Libertines To exorcise Sexual auteur Sainto who prowled To write in the earth
The perfect moment luminous
in negative light
Dance in the circle of fire bury scarred ritual for future sainti Kneeling with him in ravaged Silhouettes, hooded eyes of Mercury unfeared of Mars signaling the rings of Saturn
shooting mercury
down to the clubs Assotto Yves Lubin lived
voodoo spells
saintosaintosainto Was with him when His lover died
no one else but our brethren & he was with all the gods When he was dying himself Sainto spinning voodoo doll bound to himself Prisms that no one else could see
fabulous bled those crusaders the hypocrisies The brutalities the unclean hypocrites
Sainto clung to red roses ran ashore screaming “Seagods I am alive goddammit Simply, violently,
endlessly alive as I was screaming for my Mother All Sainto nights
Spiritus Sanctu baby”
All Sainto nights
Sainto my Maria & my darling
So blessed upon my
disappeared body sainted rainbow So cast out to sea
Cantos in memoriam of writer-actor-poet Assotto Saint
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