A Night With Yoric by Klaus J. Gerken (2011) II_3_1 Bloodletting (1972) by Klaus J. Gerken the lay offerings Part I 1 for Marion the world was drenshed in rain and like the power of retreat was lost to window panes + packs of cards and making love the toughtless "steady time" of the universe the galaxy the the silence that matures whenever even now the rain has stopped the sun is out the star is like the river floods the sky * radio on sitting vast and warm in sun light plays upon my face * the winter was the greatest part of summer that we knew looking forward to the warmer minutes drinking wine and running madcap through the melting snow laughing singing joyously * should have cared if time would ever pass should we have tried to understand why we should "take it easy" for the future was ahead we knew the time would pass we knew that the future lay before us cast we knew yet did not care (share) why should we care (share) without the past there is no memory without the past without the past we did not care (share) let's go ahead let's go ahead and drink a toast for the passing of a chance let's drink a toast a good one now we must always think that if it is the last there's plenty more where that came from * there is everywhere a memory where time repeats a miracle of "stayed" invention (i am satisfied, why should i be? quite easy, that i'm datisfied because i am * sat here at this tinny type- writer dredging the mind's bottom for the words that before have drowned (there is music on the radio there is sun upon my face (there is truly life where once was life there is truly life where life is (kissed by sun through window pane kissed by love and through a film of time kissed by memory (kissed today by memory and tomorrow sun and moon and stars and sky and lovely girls that "softly cry" for passing days and know not why * and through what minutes where through what reasons where through what silence where when silence was before (and i have brought my love to you gentle child of innocence seductress of my life (that i have loved you womanchild so swet (that i have loved come and let us be complete (born of earth and born of sky born of love and born of hate born of laughter born of tears born too soon or born too late each of us is perfect have our place beneith the organism of our universe * so read of this a hundred meagre words that dream again of life and live again for love remember soft that shifting sands must cover monuments and monuments are all that's left of mortal dreams in shadows of the realm (so giving this to be remembrance i drink the waters taste of salt and take my share of time upon my back that when i do what i have done i know that i have done my best 17 feb 1972 2 and with my eyes that i have sought the sea through hazy dreams and memories and that through it all have found not even stars or wide expanse of sky that was not obscured by thick and gruesome clouds of smoke (i curse the half that did this thing i believed not the necessity (and still i don't all of this i searched for a stretch of beach that perhaps was empty of debree but even when i went at night found only glass and cigarrettes and paper floating on the lake (so no what reason is there so to speak of things that are no more should i cast away what i had in youth amassed as freedom and as life (life was beautiful and still it is LIFE i said and how much upon this tiny tiny world is left alive now that man, presumably has bettered it? 17 feb 1972 2a Whisky Poem too much whisky bottles drank like wine here between the sunshine and the embrace of winter (whisky-bitter live without the realm of life once i had a joke to tell i tell it once again with life becomes a blur i am seeping deeper through the purpose out of touch rea- lity reality i thank reality so much for bringing here me to this point of drunkeness i thank you very much reality (point no finger it ain't the thing to do point no reason out to purpose developed whyli-ann marion reasons for my song i love you this sunday two twenty-five p.m. this sunday in sunlight thinking me away to where i ought to be a-sailin' sailing sargasso sea hick (sorry) gerry - i too hope a car drives in here (inside joke) what about those tapes is cathy in vancouver yet there is no one here i checked see i'll even throw out the books and dust the place once over still no one here not even dreams tonight (wow it's hot here in the sun - blizzard outside somewhere if can find the window (let me get) the whisky first (let me get the key (toked my sweather off lest i burn into a crisp - cathy what happened after when that night i freaked what happened to dian to whoever else was there should be there should be somewhere here let me clse the world remember summer was the same while giving party getting out i landed in a jail cell with swastika on the wall did not like it all did not like it at all (air conditioner too loud My Ears MY EARS i screamed and then got out cathy cathy wrote a poem much to you cathy cathy love you true too yup right (run outta things to say to say there's ever more to say the opium the opium is right is right corners of my life are black as hell shit what's the use of all these things the time goes much too slow the sun melts into my lap MARION i need you now how much for the reason for us giving sharing i owe you something like a life for the time you have given me in understanding silence silence of my life (even now i need the need of having you appear from out of darkness into light giving hope to me (i hope that you have time appear from out of the darkness into light giving hope to me (i hope that you have time or else refuse to read this all because you are too beautiful like love and life should not be wasted for too long and i am writing longer and longer than the time that i have spent in living dreams and hoping dreams of love or life of you i only realize that now i am no more a child can do whatever i please i have grown old i have grown old and growing old is such a thing as the terribleness of all the things that hg wells realized when writing time machine that lilly realized while speaking delphenese of other way about or judy collins sing along with moby dick you see how much i degrade the world of time and logic i want the freedom of a child do you want to to help me with i love you so much that time becomes obsolete as already so it is when i think of you my dear my darling dear my lovely goddess of the nether realm i fell that you will understand what fog this is that clogs my mind i hope and hoped that you would come remember me (but is not fair you did remember when restored the crucifix i said that that would hold us deep apart like god and mind the universe that floods within my light (and i would have hoped that you'd have called and even if you only once but the silence shatters me more like rilke's music shattered him to tears and feeling life to outer bounds of universal holocaust that is our lives (but no our lives or rather only your life cannot other be than that the life of the goddess speaks to word inflicts the love that clings to it you are still ophelia to me do you understand humming gently through the fog obscures us both (lord i'm getting sober agin need more scotch) there is much gentle music on my tapes that plays to me (it is always tapes - once i saw some live performances that did some good i fled the scene that was not real impossible to comprehend impossible to seperate the dream (i want you here my love child ophelia and what if i am hamlet death will take us all and really will it matter how? (let me get into the sun)