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So James comes into my room yesterday night asking for cranberry sauce. Why? So he could vomit it all up after getting really really wasted for his final--a piece of meditative poetry for his meditation class. He and his friend/co-writer are taking it Pass/No Pass if you haven't figured it out. It's 5 pages single space, but I assure you, if you're amused by silly drunk people it is well worth your time.

Some notes to influence your interpretation of the poem
+Chris is the lecturer
+'mandarins' could refer to oranges or chinese people.
+he plays the tuba and really owns a tuba shirt

My favorite excerpts:

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
kahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the tide flows in and out
each wave signifies
another step of life
one cannot hide from
its all encompassing flow
and yet we run
from the tide and the sun
have you ever been embraced by the moonrock of your soul for affectionate love?
the answer may or may not come from a hippy native american.

The answer might, however, come from within
from deeper pools
from superintend3nts of the soul
from the core of a mandarin, white, tenuous
all over my shirt
because drunk, i rolled in mandarins
and got the effluent of my soul
on my tuba shirt

----
seriousness is a function of time
from the waves and the seals
seals
screaming on the shore
screaming
screaming "come saul"
come saul and mediatate
and i don't
fuck you
fuck you chris tompkins



+Spiced rum!
Kundalinei! Chris Tompspn is the dictator of the section. U misspelled that so hideously, it’s profound
Delving deeper siupritpirit bation hard core zen monks taking anal something so etyrhni g yak yak ayak

taoism
finding the self
realization does not come freely
one must supress the pressures of society
and move within the context of the river

times push the spirit into conformity
but one must move beyond the times
to find the flow of the self

try to see outside the mirrors
try to ty[e without a monitor
drive without a windshield
I dare you
then meditate
do it
dont't know
don't know your destination
don't know your mind
your path
don't know yourself
your path
don't know your goal
the goal
the race
go deeper
in a place without direction
go further
in a place without dimension
MEDITANKL:TEJKLJL:JSDFA: EJTL: JK:SDJKL"TEJKL:TEKL:ASTJKT

cotton stretches to adjust to the body
so too must the mind accept the flexibility
of life

pliability
freedom
purity
love
bliss
acceptance
all of these does meditation embrace

why do my soberest moments come
while i'm held by the drunkenness of love?7m,

Drunk loove some say meditation
but the only real thoughs
after minutes of silence
concern tanta
tantra
tantra
or perhaps moon rock enlightment

have you ever been embraced by the moonrock of your soul for affectionate love?
the answer may or may not come from a hippy native american.

The answer might, however, come from within
from deeper pools
from superintend3nts of the soul
from the core of a mandarin, white, tenuous
all over my shirt
because drunk, i rolled in mandarins
and got the effluent of my soul
on my tuba shirt

seriousness is a function of time

goddamnit. i went back.
again
yes, perfect.
you've never meditated, until
i loved your meditation
square rectangle
no more.

no ore.
there you go.
uh, leaving on a southern train only yesterday, ayer en espanol
promises are what i seem to be only watch the time
since i said to you.

james talking
and a squashed mandarin

this only has to do with meditation
it is imperative that it's all meditation
at least at one point

will u open that other bottle of wine please?
a BROKEN HEART DISEASE

this is like the person of the court who writes down everything that happens
alright, the floor is sticky
not like the wine of Christ, though.

it holds our souls
why do we ever stop sucking our thumbs?
not the idol masturbation of purity or puberty
it's important that it's puberty
it's the self knowledge that is purity
he….just delete. that bastard
the idle to which we needlessly stride, you stupid hippies
which we fail to

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insightful questions
demanding raging predictions
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me the scepter
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shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
kahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the tide flows in and out
each wave signifies
another step of life
one cannot hide from
its all encompassing flow
and yet we run
from the tide and the sun
from the waves and the seals
seals
screaming on the shore
screaming
screaming "come saul"
come saul and mediatate
and i don't
fuck you
fuck you chris tompkins

There's a double
not behind every key or every thought or every action
but behind every person
a meditative
zoned
zonked
intense
individual, who doesn’t need your help
who needs not tantra or kabalah
or wineandy restrice input at al
he lives
he lives on his mind, his structure
the very knowledge he knew from birth
the very

fight the manchine
okay. yes ma’am
does this recycle?
no, not here
let's go do a recycling run
i love you both
oh, do i ever need…? What?
have some more of this, this cranberry sauce
i was just telling her how much i love you

get up and do an interpretive dance
be the bottle
breathing hard
this is a fabulous closet
this is as if the closet has been embraced by the love shakra of the entire room
get rid of that

I think this is mostly crap
Yet, it’s still crap
\with my humblest efforts
that’s when I’m down on my knees

lookit me
sober
and ready to right poetry
water on the face
the water of the soul
deep, deep, endless recessions of poems
pressure increases at a rate of approximately one punch in the face / meter
under the force of a kilometer
or mile or what system are we in?
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