Yesterday I found a copy of Ed Sanders' Shards of God ( Grove, '70) on the hotel's share shelf. (check in, you have something to read / check out, leave what you've finished). The style, a pastiche of Burroughs and R. A. Wilson, written in extremis non soberus, hasn't held up well. The I-mouthed sauceroids have, in fact, left the building. (Time and place et al.) If you weren't there, you missed the fun. Dang.
Ed, in addition to being a counterculture chronicler, Fuggster, and conspiracy theorist, was also a working poet. Yes Virginia, poetry can be a career choice.( Useful accessories include a rich dad, rock band or teaching certificate and iron undies constructed of high self regard). In this video ( from Poetry in Motion: "82) Sanders shows his talking tie and finger synthesizer. You can see that Laurie Anderson developed in the same scene. The performance timing and technical contrivance are quite similar.
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