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    Realtime Babies
    Realtime Babies
    Realtime Babies
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    Realtime Babies

    By David Zeltzer

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    Realtime Babies is bebop poetry! Surprising and delightful linked images flowing from moment to moment with rhythm, sound, and emotional energy, often to a mysterious resting place.
    Here's what others have said about David's poetry:

    “These are all fine poems!”
    — Dennis Koran

    “goddam you write some fine, interesting poemtry.”
    — Ben L. Hiatt

    “Powerful stuff.”
    — Stephen Morse

    “Your poems are terrific . . . I like your dreamy-Surrealist love poems.”
    — Andrei Coudrescu

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Zeltzer
    Release dateMay 20, 2015
    ISBN9781311987198
    Realtime Babies
    Author

    David Zeltzer

    I was born in Detroit, Michigan and raised in the suburbs. I started writing in grade school and I've never stopped. I’ve published nearly two dozen poems, won a poetry prize from Echo magazine in Canada, and while I was living in Eugene, Oregon Ico-founded and was on the editorial collective that published 10 Point 5: A Magazine of the Arts. We published seven issues which included interviews with Robert Bly and Ursula K. Le Guin, and we later published one of her poems.My writing continued but slowed down in graduate school and in the years I've spent working on human/machine interface design in Boston. Not long ago, I threw everything in a rental truck and returned to the Bay Area, where I'm back exploring the mysterious grottoes, landscapes and oceans we call poetry.

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      Realtime Babies - David Zeltzer

      Realtime Babies

      daring surrealist love dreams

      David Zeltzer

      Copyright (C) 2015 David Zeltzer

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      Table of Contents

      the mad philanthropist

      day one weather

      the sages of mu

      junejune

      everglades

      woman with dog

      profound fatigue

      all space

      we crawl across the day

      the martyred bride

      fat old montana

      prophets

      the hanged one

      the gulf of tonkin

      sonata: the outer planets

      hexagram: the music lesson

      some of the seamy things i did for john ehrlichman

      the blue ribbon commission

      you again under easter

      botch

      sonata

      Acknowledgements

      About the Author

      the mad philanthropist

      "it’s alright we got a convoy here pigpen this

      is spittoon out"

      the left ear

      and under the right fat knuckle of

      african dancers

      shadowy dancers

      in feathered shoes

      and transparent skins

      who raise

      their hands before lenin in fear

      some puppet dictator’s come crawling

      back from the tomb so hastily sealed

      with snow

      naked among flowers

      with masks and genitals

      two birds in the snow

      that falls like fleece

      i'll give

      you a kiss and fondle

      the snake

      that coils so tightly around us

      remember

      we're still

      children

      who read classic comics state and revolution and smear

      ashes on our breasts

      smoke

      stare at our empty bowls

      and cry

      there

      is your tear holy mary

      beautiful mary

      there's your mark of death

      holy skull beautiful skull there's

      your photograph

      tell me please have you

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