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The complete Nocturns of Chopin

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Frank Sinatra’s “My [Our] Way”

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Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 
Admit impediments. Love is not love 
Which alters when it alteration finds, 
Or bends with the remover to remove. 
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; 
It is the star to every wand’ring bark, 
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. 
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle’s compass come; 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 

If this be error and upon me prov’d, 
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

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The racist obscene remark that drove President Ford to remove his Secretary of Agriculture

“On October 3, 1976, President Ford accepted Earl Butz’s forced resignation after a racist, obscene remark became public knowledge. On the airplane coming back from the Republican convention in Kansas City, Pat Boone had asked Butz why the Republican Party, the party of Abraham Lincoln, could not attract black voters. (Pat Boone is a singer most famous for ‘Love Letters in the Sand’; for wearing white buck shoes and for preaching to teenagers on the virtues of sexual continence and wholesome family life.) Butz answered,

‘I’ll tell you what coloreds want. It’s three things: first, a tight pussy; second, loose shoes; a warm place to shit. That’s all.'”


page 79 The Politics of Food by me

Black Power, a poem by Joel Solkoff (1968)

There is something new that comes

Repeating itself — reminding of the old

It’s the same, only it’s different

It’s not then; it’s now.

It hinders and it pushes

Aggravating to stillness and to motion

To vigor and serenity.

It’s spring again,

But it’s always spring again

1.

She walks by wearing grapes in a forest of gay color

I feel like Tantalus

Trying to touch the cluster

That covers each delicate breast

She moves to put a book

Back on its shelf.

And I see other

More forbidden fruit.

The forest is short.

I’ve never seen her before.

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I sit trying to read Rostovtzeff

Whom I’m sure would understand–

Appreciating the historical process.

I imagine leaving my chair.

She’s left the room.

I agonize over agrarian reform.

It’s history; this history

Damned thing is always the same.

2

Spring in Atlanta

I remember no one

I remember driving

Up and down the hills

Seeing the purple blooms

And breathing the air.

Or Spring in Philadelphia

As I lay on the grass in the Arboretum

Reading of sensuous Atlanta

Of Baldwin’s imagining

A white man cutting his progenitor’s genitals.

Over the Black soil.

Cutting would bring a relief

So different from biting those grapes

And leaving again

The juice and the sap.

3

I hold my genitals in my hand

wondering wheter these delicacies

Are worth the necessary price

“Grapes right now are 95 cents a pound.

“Cherries are more expensive

“And besides, they are out of season.”

I’ve changed my mind.

I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.

It’s flowers I want.

My mind turns. Another skirt rides up.

–30–

First published 1970 in Prologue Poetry, Volume IV Number 3 by Editors Louis Phillips and Joshua Freedman at 515 East 78th Street NYC. Shortly afterward Gilbert Claude Jardine asked me to read the poem on WNYC-FM.

Joel Solkoff, US Editor, e-architect, USA

Please feel free to phone me at US 570-772-4909 or send an e-mail [email protected] Copyright © 2021 by Joel Solkoff. All rights reserved.

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LSD Goddess Joanna Harcourt-Smith

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Timothy Leary

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Dear Joel

Asking people if they believe in a Supra Human Plan. Some say– Yes, it is all written own in the Bible. Koran, Book of Mormon etc the Vedas etc.

Some say– no ,the human mind evolves, progresses, unfolds

others reply — wuch speculations are futile–have no plan, there is no progress, take

Precis:

Timothy Leary wrote me from his jail cell. The adjoining cell contained Charles Manson. Shortly after I received the letter, I visited Timothy next to the vending machines.

I had spent months squiring around the beautiful, French speaking socialite Joanna Harcourt-Smith who was next to Timothy in Kabul, Afghanistan when G.Gordon Liddy, on urgent orders from Richard Nixon, arrested Timothy..

I regarded the interview as one last chance for Timothy to demonstrate that he was not a total and complete horse’s ass.

Immediately after Joanna’s press conference, where ( except for a handful of aspiring reporters, Imwasmrhe only one there who actually published anything. I was covering Tim’s arrest by G? Gordon Liddy, the worst of Nixon’s Watergate bad guys for the Village Voice. Only, after submitting an article on Tim’s plight to my editor Ross Wetzeon, Ross wrote, “ I guess this is interesting Joel. But Timothy Leary is yesterday’s news. Good luck finding someone who cares about an old hat story.”

Meanwhile, in SF, where my friends— attending Greatful Dead concerts in Golden Gate Park—had not a clue that the Sixties were over expressed fascination at Joanna whom SF Chronicle columnist Herb Caen referred to frequently as “Joanna hyphenate”

The only reason I had stayed around the Leary entourage was Joanna with whom I was head over heals in love.

Joanna and I had made love while peaking on Owsley’s LSD.


At the time, Timothy, Joanna, David Phillips and I held to a mystical belief, as it were cannon law, that one could not tell a lie if one were on LSD. So, the test in the red road of Folsom prison, Joanna and I embraced. Then Joanna, who the week before had described in detail how much she had enjoyed making love to me listing descriptions of the orgasisms she had achieved with my assistance, Timothy embraced me. Go figure, There we were all three peaking on acid right here.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WJAsSX_V86I

After that, there was no turning back. It was Timothy or me.
Foolishly, Joanna picked Timothy.

My best friend David Phillips, who died last year wrote the following about Timothy, Joanna and me:

“Joel Solkoff came to live with me in my apartment on Fell Street; we moved to Mullen Avenue and took lots of acid, and then he moved to a house on 24th Street. Meanwhile Tim and Rosemary fled Algeria to Switzerland, they broke up, Rosemary left for Sicily and further exile adventures with John Schewel, Tim hooked up with the adventuress Joanna Harcourt-Smith, was busted with her in Afghanistan, and was brought back to Folsom, a high security California prison near the appropriately named hamlet of Represa in Sacramento County. And here’s where my involvement in the Leariad resumed.


Joel was at this time trying to make a living as a free-lance journalist, and got the idea of doing a story on Tim. I think he sold the idea to Oui, a glossy semi-pornographic magazine started in 1972

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Oui was a Playboy product, with naked women but also with intellectual pretensions; Jon Carroll, formerly of Rolling Stone and now (2010) a columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, was the editor. To do the story Joel needed to visit Tim, but access to Tim was controlled by Joanna, who had gone through a form of occult “marriage” and called herself Joanna Leary although Tim was still legally married to Rosemary. Joanna had relocated to San Francisco to agitate for Tim’s release, or so she wanted it to appear. Nothing was ever quite what it seemed with Joanna.


I was at home on Mullen Avenue when Joel called me, at 2 AM and asked me to come right over to his 24th Street apartment and talk about getting Tim out of prison.

So I went over, and there was Joel with Joanna and some other people. They had various wacky ideas about petitions and political pressure and so on. I patiently explained the legal situation to them, as far as I knew it. I didn’t tell them anything client-confidential  indeed I didn’t know anything specific to Tim’s case that had not been either in the news or in publicly filed court papers.

Most of what I told them had to do with the legal system, which they did not understand very well, and with the futility of that kind of approach in almost any criminal case (and especially this one) that has already gone to judgment, which they did not understand at all.7 As I recall there was some slight hinting about extra-legal means for releasing Tim – I said at once I would have nothing to do with that, and advised them not to have anything to do with it either.Joanna was a very formidable personality. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, she had enormous psychic and sexual power, and she spoke English with an elegant aristocratic European accent.

She was accustomed to using her charisma to get people to do what she wanted. What she wanted at the moment, or so she said, was to get Tim released (did she get him arrested also?), and she quite
openly bent all efforts to that end. I’m not sure what she wanted from Joel – maybe a favorable story, or maybe a chance for herself or Tim to use the pages of Oui to make a public statement.

Joel wanted Joanna to give him access to Tim [ which Joanna did in spades]– in theory he didn’t need her permission to visit Tim, but he did need Tim’s agreement to see him and this Joanna either controlled, or said she did.

https://www.radbash.com/pdfs/autobiography/019_Leariad.pdf

When Timothy was alive his favorite song was: “Timothy Leary is Dead.”

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Rethinking Jabotinsky who helped create the State of Israel