A 1993 poetry reading CD was included in the Stand Up To Be Discontinued exhibition book and later reproduced in the Pearls Before Swine book. It included readings of the following poems: Fallin’ Ditch The Tired Plain Skeleton Makes Good Safe Sex Drill Tulip Gill At the time, many found the recording shocking and upsetting. This was the first time Don Van Vliet had been widely heard in public since 1982’s Ice Cream For Crow and the intervening 11 years had clearly not been kind. He sounded far older than his 52 years and rumours of illness seemed to have confirmation. Today, I think they
A 50s B-movie horror called Big Eyed Beans From Venus? Could it be true? Well, no actually. Many thanks to Steve Bisette who conceived the cartoon for granting permission to feature it here. Steve writes: ‘That’s from a story I drew back in 1977 for Larry Shell’s underground comic 50’s FUNNIES; the art for the poster itself was by Joe Ragusa, a fellow cartooning school student, who collaborated with me on an overview of fake monster movies entitled “Forgotten Fears of the Fifties!”.’ Excerpted with the permission of SpiderBaby Grafix, from the comic book story “Forgotten Fears of the Fifties!” copyright 1978, 1999 Stephen R.
Not sure when this little collection was distributed but as it has the Straight logo and address we can presume it was as a promotion for the first release. Was it only sent out to the press, radio or who? It’s a collection of five handwritten poems, one for each member of the band included in an envelope that carries a great typed quote from a disc jockey. Significantly Drumbo is again left out (as he was on the credits of the original release). Update: John French was shown these poems and he immediately recognised the writing, it’s Jeff Cotton’s who often acted as ‘scribe’
You can view the information on the site by year, and find out what Don Van Vliet was up to at particular times of his life including music recording, performing, painting, interviews, exhibitions and important life events. It’s far from complete and only contains links to the info on the site, rather than offering a comprehensive timeline. As the site’s content continues to grow, the timeline will become more complete. 1941 1951 1958 1962 1965 1966 1967 1968 1969 1970 1971 1972 1973 1974 1975 1976 1977 1978 1979 1980 1981 1982 1983 1984 1985 1986 1987 1988 1989 1990 1991 1992 1993 1994 1995
It could be a tremendous black upside-down tulip it could be a black fishes’ tail it could be a day, artistically crimped and buoyant in its taped together way (28 September, 1991) A 1993 reading of Tulip is available
The child held the old T.P. roll carefully thoughtful not to misshape the hole (1990?) A 1993 reading of Safe Sex Drill is available
Three months in the mirror burning hip – let’s go to the kennel honey and get one of those cute little moth pups they flap their little wings and fly around a light globe and you can keep ’em in the closet and feed ’em socks – six months in the mirror burning hip – honey let’s go out naked tonight with our moth puppy don’t forget the socks and the light bulbs make sure it’s not too warm you don’t want to burn his lttle wings – the lights are soft, streets soft, skies soft, the mirrors soft the smell of burnt powder the
A tin peened reindeer Metalically hoofed on glass Scorched cotton snowmen edged the corners Flesh coloured powder mountains Yellow lights melts cobwebbed articles Vague wire tunnels resembling Peeled flesh caterpillers Housing very tiny red Christmas tree lights The Nativity scene Re-enacted in Ivory soap A bone shade from age complete With tiny straw manger The Christ child its face replaced by an elephant’s head Intricate lace cups each ear and bands the trunk (1987)
The first scene was the bathtub ring and then out through the window ZOOM…. a little boy cutting out paper dolls singing ring around the rosey a rose jumped over a pansy into a mud puddle with the sun in it Pan…. to the bathroom, the wall paper decorated with Christmas ornament stars repugnantly cheery to the degree of nostalgic depression A woman begins to disrobe ZOOM…. in to the unkempt shabby underarm and large perspiration tears on the enormous lit up breasts one dark ‘n one light light nearest the window, dark nearest the basin above an inadequate light fixture below the latter breast
Inside the tubette on the small duplex tile shadow of my hand made a movie wolf head the dangling cigarette made a long fire tipped tube resembling a smoking fang which curled from his mouth to my mouth then slowly into the peeled back tiny mouths of the flaky enamel ceiling above my shaggy head a test of endurance metered by what with things changing this fast I drown the soggy creature threw his wet butt out of the bath tubette trembling as it was a small room with a very large open window he bounced and disappeared off the sill into morning aching and
The beep seal I saw once as a child So life like it almost made me cry It stared with its eye glass and one glue bubble Caught on its whiskers Its mouth was closed So as not to insult the observer Its canine teeth were red plastic N’ its molars were stained green by straw Excluding it from the carnivoris and Putting it in the vegetarian bracket All of this I viewed from the mistake in The side of the jaw By pressing my cheek up close To the glass on the other side Of the red felt roped off area This side of
The mule kicked off a new one and the stockings ran up Seam Crooked Sam bandana frock stuffed with smoke and ears out flopped like bowlin’ pins hog troughs hocked and wallered in cool mud bins and patent leather hooves split in twos rooms for rent down t’ Ben’s Frendsa danced in a frenzy choked a juke bird with froth glass ferns and turpentine urns her sawdust daily keep and whiskey creeps down her neck naked front and red leatherette peen button set where her fanny sweat raised her wrist-a-fan and a mouse coughed cotton through a screen door cracked sand rooms rent only to
The smith that clean our stars The wolf head came off in night His paw plucked a mushroom and pawed a nest of bees A blade of grass trembled A water drop threatened – burst A felt ear curled back into pink His slick stocking face chrome lips puckered pursed Red balls fell out of a tiny screen Opened dot that shined and was licked away A yellow paraffin eyelid melted back into night velvet without sound Rested and reshaped… closed and hid the stair A tiny wooden door opened shut A polished knob grown dust in the dim hallway Meaty blond people danced at
It’s like a white onion-fleshed pumpkin tiny black eyes and round paper hairs laughing white collars minced muted in the huffing dry morning wind that jingled like fish bones… the black felt loam seeped hungrily and the waxy pepper stones puffed green tongued cactus with red hat thorny flowers seeped lazy in their thirst searching in their proteceted nakedness in the bottom of Arizona’s ocean… the sun stroked the grey fleshed drunk curtains and a lizard flipped off like a star of scales ‘n pukedafly of a yoke yellow throaty chirp… a senseless dust devil sucked the brush debris chimney soaring invisible waterfalls and drenched
The Ocean Gave me Oysters The People Watching it Gave Me Ulcers When the Ocean is Wounded it Takes the Whole World to Heal.
You should know by the kindness of uh dog The way a human should be You should feel the wet wood heart of the tree Wood sap pop like a frog’s eye Open t’ the fly ‘n the blood of the river When it ripples ‘n clicks like uh waterbell ‘n the elephant in his beautiful grey leather suit Though he’s wrinkled he looks smart as hell ‘n the turtle’s eyes carry bags very well ‘n the snake’s in shape He rattles like uh baby ‘wears his diamonds Better than uh fine lady’s finger ‘n his fangs are no more dangerous Than her slow aristocratic