#raybremser

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“I passed out at this point and woke again amidst rowers •••/ I pretend to pure dislocation and end in the palace of a/great queen/whose bath has been drawn against logic ..•” Remembering the great obscure poet Ray Bremser, born this day in Jersey City, 1934. Allen: In Bremser’s poetry we have powerful curious Hoboken language, crank-blot phrasing, rhythmic motion that moves forward in sections to climaxes of feeling. Imagination shifts in and out of heard-about places in space & time, American primitive, jaiIhouse primitive, & dramatises key ideas–personal empathy with Egypt and a Pop Art approach to Platonic archtypes. Where is the truth in this? The truth here is the realized expression of emotional awareness. Poesie, a rhythmic articulation of feeling, emotional physiology vocalized. Now the piper’s piped, but had no human reward in his America – thus he goes wild, piping inhumanely. #raybremser #poetry #allenginsberg #poetsofinstagram (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B839l41BmK9/?igshid=1qbvsuahquhu7