JESSE
by FRANK MOORE
June 23, 1997

Flaming hair,
flaming voice
singing belting raging the blues,
singing setting things right for the people,
belting it, the spirit, out beyond her voice,
flaming her voice hoarse beyond linear limits.
Listen very closely, carefully,
focus on her breasts
as she leads you by the arm
through an ever changing nonlinear maze
of stories, connections, names, human passions.
You'll need this focus point to surrender.
She, Jesse, can and will lead you
skipping and dancing
into the heart of all things,
of all matters.
She has lived and danced
upon this liquid lusty path,
has lived deep hard soft in the
not-so-clear/clean/pure waters
of humanity
long before,
and will long after,
us.
So surrender to the mad woman,
to the senile bag lady,
to the peter pan child...
fall into her time warp hole...
fall into Jesse,
and you'll be falling
into wisdom deep and warm!


© 1997 Frank Moore

 

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Poems by Dorothy Jesse Beagle


Anonimity
Bob Kaufman

Circus

Claire Grey at the Train Station

Frank Moore's Millenium

I Don’t Do Necks!
John Handy
My Father, Tying Flies
October's Child

Odia
Selling Out
The Last Supper
The True Poet
The New God
The Sculptor and the Musician (I)
The Sculptor and the Musician (II)
The Sculptor and the Musician (III)

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R E A L V I D E O
Her performance at Magical Feast of Musical Dreams
Recorded Friday, March 23, 2001 at Burnt Ramen, Richmond, California.

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R E A L A U D I O
Her performance on Frank Moore's Shaman's Den
(May 16, 1999)

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