http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php The poetry and writings of Bana Witt Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:27:50 GMT http://backend.userland.com/rss092 banawitt@earthlink.net banawitt@earthlink.net en Well, hello there." a strange man called from the rain while I was fetching an armload of wood for my defective wood stove inside the small apartment behind me. I was being sheltered by the porch that ran along one side of my small Bodega Bay apartment. Is that ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=2 Today is another migraine day. It has been several weeks since this enemy came to visit. Michael D. called. During his last schizoid episode two years ago he turned his living room into a shrine to a bunch of East Indian deities. I think he might be ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=3 The first time I met Hunter Thompson was in the legendary upstairs office of the O?Farrell Theater. The office had a gun safe and pool table and a stream of naked and semi naked woman were always coming and going. I found that room really uncomfortable. ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=4 This morning, as I drug my sand filled head from the blissful void of sleep into the harsh reality that has become my life, I heard a bird screaming, screeching above the little yard overlooked by my window. The yard is a barren dirty patch of ground surrounded by three ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=5 The Why of Gypsies (for Dhyani) Gypsies wander because the Ganges is so far away and the Indus Valley tends to flood Because their lineage is ancient and freedom is always new because of ocean currents, migrating birds, date palms and desert winds because Egypt belongs to the ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=6 Dead People I'm sick of knowing dead people I'm tired of writing poems for wakes of writing poems that eulogize their struggle I'm sick of knowing dead people they think only of themselves Death makes people very boring and no fun to gossip about Death makes people very sad makes them the ultimate polyplegics like a wind-sock that has lost ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=7 Voodoo in the Mission It's a reassigning of the times returning to Legba and the crossroads Voodoo, Macumba, Santeria in the Mission of San Francisco if you're not illegal you probably should be for resisting the blandness of the next wave Voodoo, Macumba in the mission strong Latin men and old women who know too much roll-up the metal ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=8 A Profusion of Pomegranates I am back in Fresno one year now and it is raining in my yard I have more pomegranates than I have ever seen before I unwrapped the tree from the desperate arms of the ivy last fall And it grew like a ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=9 The evening has real promise, three parties; all nearby in industrial spaces and I'll know a lot of people at each of them. One is a birthday party for my friend Stephen, one is a CD release party for a women's spoken word recording and one an opening ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=11 Flying I am flying over Southeastern Alaska to my great aunt's funeral there are mountains at the bottom of the sky ranges flying by underneath endless snow endless trees Could someone really live down there? Are you traveling for business or pleasure? it is both it is neither We are encased in metal flying throught the air Is it business or pleasure? Flying north it ... http://www.banawitt.com/word/index.php?p=12