Saturday, June 06, 2015

Randall K. Rogers

Randall Rogers says: I am fifty-three, now from the town I went to high school in, that is Rapid City, South Dakota, where many Original Americans, mostly German and Scandinavians immigrant's descendants live.  I have spent the thirteen years from 2000 to 2013 in Cambodia and Thailand.  I just yesterday traded in my American made Stratocaster, the 60th anniversary issue, for an acoustic, mahogany bodied Taylor guitar.  It should be fun.  Last published in The Camel Saloon, and Dead Snakes, but I think some of my best stuff is in the Feb. 2010 archives of Ross the Russian sounding last name guy's Asphodel Madness, and in the archives and books of Scars.TV.  I was the editor of The Beatnik Cowboy from 2003 to 2008, it was an hard copy only publication that I put together from Pattaya, Thailand.  Usually little magazine editors like Joe Speer, David Pointer, Jonathan Penton, a rather famous old Beatnik gent-poet from San Francisco whose name escapes me now, and even Lyn Lifshin submitted to the Cowboy.  It was going well and I had the penultimate issue on my fine Dell newly bought computer when the Cambodian cops got me (I was charged with shooting at the too poor to purchase a uniform or gun cops, destruction of property, and ganja - my takedown was a wild two days or so) and the poor policemen stole my computer and much more like sheets, towels, and all the booze in the bar in the bar-hotel I was running.  Later I asked why they didn't steal the fine art I had up in the place, and the Cambodians replied "no need".  They even took my dapper, Cambodian tailor made clothes.  Must have had a "need" to style up.  I started writing at age five, and, believe it or not, I won a contest with my short story then and read my work over the radio.  Russel Struer of Camel Saloon brought me back into the US poetry fold in 2010 by publishing a lot of my stuff.  I was sort of making a small splash in Baltimore and England when I gave up writing and sending out from Cambodia due to lack of internet, computer, and crushing loss im my attempt at starting up and running a twelve room small property hotel and bar.  Old famous rockers, washed up, used to come ashore at our Native Khmer Hotel and the Jerry Garcia bar in Siem Reap, Cambodia.  And I did sort of well until I gave it up too as a professor of Sociology, working for among other academic joints the New School, the famous place in New York city, where I worked as an online or distance learning professor for eight years.  I am hoping to revive my poetry career.  I am so Teddy Roosevelt like dee-lighted you like and are going to publish my stuff!  Still a thrill for me!  Thank you exceedingly so very much!  Or, as they say in the eastern and Russian speaking part of Ukraine, where I taught Sociology for one year at Kharkiv National University, spaseeba bolshio or big thanks.

Is that fine enough for bio?

A Hairy Loss

I can't see for miles and miles,
and I get freaked out
on details,
it is sort of like Kerouac said,
while trying to write "Memory Babe"
"The story is in the details,
and damn it I can't remember them."
And, commenting on Allen Ginsberg,
he declared Ginsberg was
little more than
"a hairy loss".

Oscar Wild

Geez, I started getting
right with me dying
alone and stinky 
in my early fifties.
And I watched older people
and saw how they reacted
when one of their group

And I thought, wow, isn't
it great that studies have
shown when you're freaked
and freaking out you're
losing your mind, it is not a
prelude to actually,
spontaneously, losing
your mind.
On the contrary, one eases
into mindlessness, and no
no one became senile
ever panic attack freaked
out about their thoughtless
slide into the abyss.
Of Satan.


Mindful Numbness

Oh shit,
stop the too much
minute differences
and nip in the
half sentence
the intrusive/automatic
thoughts or
internal dialogue,
that sooner
than later
may spiral down
soar in mis-judgment
and bring you
to where all is nonsense
seems a pity
and you wonder
feeling this bad
every sleepless waking
hour of life and is
it worth it?  Appears, the
only way to stop
the most
horrible brain pain
is to act yourself
on yourself,
to ensure, Earthly
non existence.
Where all
the needless suffering
seems a colossal waste
and a pity
considering your
correct thought
very real philosophical and
problem solving
if you can ever get
over your present
Bet your bomb shelters
will rise again
in 2030 CE.


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