The Saints of Solana Beach

From Kathy Acker’s diaries, c. July—August 1972, while living in Solana Beach just before meeting Peter Gordon.

Meanwhile, in William T. Vollmann’s “Violet Hair: A Heideggerian Tragedy,” from The Rainbow Stories:

What happened to all the punk postmodernists bumming around Solana Beach? I suppose in both these cases they moved to San Francisco.

Two more, both from Sam’s play Can’t Hear Well:

and:

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Thought:

“Went to shoot, I’m like, “What that gonna do?
That bullet’s for you, trust, you don’t want to see her face”
The monsters ate
I’m a hyena, so it’s nothing to wait
Played the back, log in the fire crack
Shadows dance about the cave
They gave the shadows names
Give men freedom, they’ll beg for chains, beg for change“

billy woods | “bedtime”

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