Pull My Daisy (1959)
Jack, Gregory, Allen and the rest of the Beats

Pull My Daisy from Altarwise on Vimeo.





Dedications and Homage to Vera Chytilová

Film Director

Born: February 2, 1929
Died: March 12, 2014


"An overheated kettle that you can't turn down."

Vera Chytilová directed the film:

"Daisies" (1966)

"Daisies" (1966) review in nytimes

Vera Chytilová wikipedia

Vera Chytilová remembered in nytimes






Snow Lies

Alexander Vvedensky



snow lies
earth flies
lights flip
to pigments night has come
on a rug of stars it lies
is it night or a demon?
like an inane lever
sleeps the insane river
it is not aware
of the moon everywhere
animals gnash their canines
in black gold cages
animals bang their heads
animals are the ospreys of saints
the world flies around the universe
nearby the hot white stars
flits imperishable bird
seeks a home a nest
there's no nest a hole
the universe is alone
maybe rarely will pass
time as poor as a night
or a daughter in a bed
will grow sleepy and then dead
then a crowd of relations
enter in and cry alas
in steel houses
howl loudly
she's gone and buried
hopped to paradise big-bellied
God God have pity
good God on the precipice
but God said Go play
and she entered paradise
there spun any which way
numbers houses and seas
in the inessential they
what exists in vain perceived
there God languished behind bars
with no eyes no legs no arms
so that maiden in tears
sees all this in the heavens
sees sundry eagles
appear out of night
and fly sullen
and flash silent
this is so depressing
the dead maiden will say
serenely amazed
God will inquire
what's depressing? what's
depressing, God, life
what are you talking about
what O noon do you know
you press pleasure and Paris
to your impetuous breast
you dress like music
you undress like a statue
the forest then roared
in lonely despair
it saw through earth's tares
a meandering ribbon
a strip curvilinear
curvy Lena you are
Mercury was in the air
spinning like a top
and the bear in the bush
sunned his coat
people also walked around
bearing fish on a platter
bearing on their hands
ten fingers on a ladder
while all this went on
that maiden rested
rose from the dead and forgot
yawned and said
you guys, I had a dream
what can it mean
dreams are worse than macaroni
they make crows double over
I was not at all dying
I was gaping and lying
undulating and crying
I was so terrifying
a fit of lethargy
was had by me among the effigies
let's enjoy ourselves really
let's gallop to the cinema
she sped off like a she-ass
to satisfy her innermost
lights glint in the heaven
is it night or a demon

January 1930





Alexander Vvedensky


wiki: Alexander Vvedensky






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