BY ADRIAN FOX

DOWN IS UP

                       Lou Read

 

  THE SON OF DELMORE SWARTZ

Lou Read is peeling of the wall

Coming unstuck mic and all.

Postered to give me strength

Life size trans my great.

 

A blue mask philosopher poet

The son of Delmore Swartz,

You are who you want to be

The King of New York City.

 

The father killed the son, a fabled

Pit and pendulum, Andy’s chest

Was in his heart the Raven had

Blood on his claws never never-

More he rooks above the open door

All this came down in one swoop

Like a great American wave. An Eco

Warrior brave, they’ll shit in

The river you know.

 

Like a tai-chi grace later a perfect

Day’s embrace. Lou’s so easy he

Is not gone his memory is a re-in

Car-nation, rock’n’roll song.

 

Like a graceful tai-

chi posture ill end this verse

in haiku leather lustre

 

Stick him back up to radiance.

Sweet Jane and Sally can dance.

QUWAR-ANT-TIME


'The incest of some-
one else thought'
Lou Reed

KARMIC SEED

For Lou Reed

Trans-my-great

Two persons

In one, sip-

Da bardo.

This pome moves

In 49 steps, the con-

Tinual bardo.

Suspended between

Magic and loss, thought

And expression like

Sanskrit being read

To a pony.

Transcript of Antarabhava

Key Terms Antarabhava: The existence in an interval. The period between death and rebirth. Analysis of the Buddhist 

LIVING IN THE SHADOW OF LOU REED

READ LOU

‘

Everyone should read Lou Reed over and over and over.

I’ll be your mirror, reflect what you are

‘Between thought and expression’, ‘pass-thru fire’.

Somebody else would have broken both of her arms

That’s the difference between wrong and right

Shows just how wrong you can be.

Lou Reed gave me everything, everything and more

Pale blue eyes, that I just don’t know

And that’s the long and short of it.

There’s nobody but you, inside my thoughts

as the rhythmic thoughts subside.

Different colour’s made of tears, nobody called

In a way you’re the best friend I ever had.

The image of the poet is in the breeze

Canadian geese are flying over trees

A mist is hanging gently on the lake

Our house is very beautiful tonight.

Wash the razor in the rain

I’m waiting for my man.

READ LOU

Lou Reed gave me the essence 

and all of the strength he had. 

Like a black and blue mask, sad

sad song a curl of his lip a look 

in his eye a take no prisoners 

look inside, a rock n roll animal

Your legendary heart goes out 

not with scotch tape, not with 

glue the gel of street-level 

humanity, adhere to an un-

certain probability.

Rushing with it on my run, Lou-

Reed you gave me a radiance 

of strength to sustain in me 

another breath. American poet 

washed up on my shore

you tore down my barricades.

MY HOUSE 

 

Living- room is piled up high, My Lou

Reed boxset has go to take second best,

 Another delivery of P.P.E. will see me

unable to get into the living room.

A brown box room.

You couldn’t cat a swing

 In there. The blue mask 

sounds like a ship lost at sea. 

Lou is in my house

 makes everything perfect,

 boxed-in remastered, 

a gift from Lou to me, my 

house our house.

        The spirit of pure poetry.

GOD IS DEAD

I smoked the pipe for Lou Reed

and the smoke went up in smoke.

his spirit climbed the walls like

The sword of Damocles', 

I know where I was when I heard

I got a phone call from my ex-wife

saying it said on the news Lou reed

was dead, I was writing a poem called

with-in listening to a Lou reed song

called the day John Kennedy died

I stopped and cried.  I woke this

morning raw eyed, maybe I dreamt

there was a point to life and the human

race.  a shadow shimmered like smoke

on the wall, a new day as if a dark shadow

was lifted from me, I can't explain but

I felt good in myself, I could hear music

playing in my head.  Like me he loved

the reality, the autumn leaves fell outside

I know what I want to do, play Lou.