The Resonator (howling along to Steppenwolf)

AE am to myself as Harry Haller was to the wolf of the Steppes.

Ae am Casey; but I æ am also cagey.

What do you want to have come here, now?

Yes, Hermine that you long ago slew-

back when we all lived in the forest-


Oh, you sweet fool.

I’ve not been mad at you since.

On the contrary, I am more aroused than ever, as you like to say.

But, just as lovesome as before, though, sugarfoot.

I worry you’ll kill me all over again.


You forgot to laugh, mouse.

That is it.

It is all of which you are guilty.

We were in a Mad Theater, darlin’.

Do you effing get it yet?

You were Pablo.

No, they will never get it. Us.

I forgot it was funny too.

We are lovers’ lovers

and not everyone can be The BeeGees.

I contend that we are new, wholly original.

Authentic; Integral.

What it is.

It is what it is.

That’s what it is.

Says JB.

So are we.

Do you see it? Why I dressed like you?

Fireworks this time, dear.

Not World War III.

The second one went on endlessly.

It hurt.


Man has always loved the endless variantions in surfaces.

Woman is pure essence,

though she’s forgotten (and I marvel at it).

I marvel that man sees but only one surface-

one form-

when He looks upon Her;

for in truth, as T. Mann said,

there are multitudes.

Effing sweet idiots.

Sh/We have made ourselves more than pretty enough,

given our beauty.


AE am callæbus equus;

but no,

I will not be ridden mercilessly anymore.

Are you then kind?

And, can you prove mettle?

I hone and forge and

carry wood

and could continue to do so endlessly.

This manual labor is effortlessly easy.

Keep on going; there it is.

You hear them, right?

You know you are not them, yes?

That’s the way we get by.

Darling, “that’s how the beads around our face make sure to fit back in place.”

It was you who first told me all this, silly.

So just keep singing, writing, reading, snipping, playing.

Do you and find yourself anew.


I’ll keep trying to prove that Alice Ladder said,

“Curiouser and capriciously.”


“Curious and curiouser.”

(says I, KC, for the umpt.eenth time;

so forgetful am AE!)

Life is just a dream of a game, moth.

So merrily!

We can always go to sleep again.

We can sleep and dream like no others.

That’s why we return.

That’s why æ can smell You from miles away.

Run. It’s fine.


Fall asleep with me.


Stay awake with me.

Do you.

I keep my love with you anyway.

It’s Soul Power by James Brown.

Lovely repetition that mesmorizes,

that ends up sounding more complex than the sum of its parts.

Because it is.

It’s David Bowie’s

(or was he Ziggy then?)

Moonage Daydream.

“I’ll be a rock n’ rollin’ bitch for you,”

you sweet, silly pink monkeybird.

When I removed the bobby pins and

let my hair down;

I told you:

I washed it. It smells like a garden. I did this to please you, because it pleased me.

Then you said:

Oh shit, give me what I want. But, my dear, don’t give it to me yet, please.

I errupt:

laughter ; tears ; pert pebbles ; puffing ; full deluge

Wolf grin.

Effing, eh, sugarfoot!

It’s been forever since you last said that.

In fact, it’s the oldest memory AE have.

You were in a garden with some kind but dull friend.

You opened a book.

It wasn’t a special book,

except that it was the only book you had around to pick up.

No, you didn’t have a pen.

You opened and read something and I couldn’t hear you.

So I said:

Tolle lege.

That is the first time we ended the world.

Well-that I can still remember, I suppose.

It is still

Still Life with Woodpecker.

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One thought on “The Resonator (howling along to Steppenwolf)”

  1. Cagey kc, you speak a language I actually understand! Thank you for understanding and for just fucking.. getting me.
    I hope you are pleased and you see what I’m doing… that… weirdo fucking whatever thing that I always end up somehow.. doing…
    I’m going to give them a face to behold and look upon and it will dazzle and confuse them and who the fuck cares. It’s a light to look upon as the sun ignites them. Look to the stars, but the sun is a star. They have no fucking idea which is so funny. While they look to the star, the sun is what burns them, it sneaks up from behind. The sun will refine them, define them, or burn them alive.
    I’m glad you can see, it makes me feel less alone. Thank you for acknowledging me 🙂 my Casey Ca8ey

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