1 february 2018

i will spare you the details, but after a year of hopelessly suffering my quickly degenerating web host i have decided to discontinue our collaboration - and spread the word: freewebs sucks!

which means that with immediate effect captain beefheart electricity will be flashing on at the new address
see you there, you're welcome...

captain beefheart electricity

don van vliet SINGING INK
poetry and fine arts



from 140570 magazine ROLLING STONE #58 usa
reproduced 197? book THE LIVES AND TIMES OF CAPTAIN BEEFHEART 1st edition
reproduced 198? book THE LIVES AND TIMES OF CAPTAIN BEEFHEART 2nd edition

inside the tub-ette 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 through his wet butt out of the bath tub-ette trembling as it was a small room with a very large open window he bounced and disappeared off the sill into morning aching and yawning like a neglected tooth that took root in both night and day.

don van vliet 1970


note: this is one of four poems - from '69 or early 1970 - that were published along the essential read i'm not even here, i just stick around for my friends
it also was one of the poems gary lucas recited during the 1980-81 'doc at the radar station' live performances

tip! if you like you can click clack to the other poems right away:
hey garland i dig your tweed coat
sun dawn dance
the beep seal


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