<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class=""><pre class=""><h1 class=""><span style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal;" class="">THE COSMOLOGY OF FINDING YOUR SPOT</span></h1>
The <i class="">Resistantism</i> of all other places
On the floor among filters and the spillings
The cosmology of the floor of the Nation
The cosmology of finding your place
The cosmology of smelling and feeling your Natural place
inside the place, feeling the filters
feeling the rock, feeling the roll
feeling the social spray at that level
low down, with the filters and the feet
feeling the place you can fold all four legs
and be man's best friend to the End, among the filters
and the feet, in the rock, and in the roll
in the clock and in the roll, in the hole
of the social bilge <b class="">The Great White Dog</b>
<b class="">of the Rockchalk</b>, seeks his place Seeks
The place for Him there, tries every scrap of Space
<i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i>
moves under the Social seeking his own Place
in the constant present snap of eternity
listening with the german dislocated castanet
<b class="">His Nose Is</b> under the great pin ball rolling in heaven above
thru the barren terrain of feet He moves
from place to place seeking his place
The resisters the dogs seek their place
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> told me all this
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> sits in the booths, <i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i>
knows about the <i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i>
<i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i> doesn't
<i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i> has been there
Western Civilization is Beer
<i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i>
went thru the door of Western Civilization
Which is north of the Barbershop
and north of the sailor pants incense shop
<i class="">The Great White Dog</i> went between all that
and the Gaslight, <i class="">The Great White Rockchalk Dog</i>
shakes hands with both paws indiscriminately
For he Seeks his own true place on the floor
He disregards the social He seeks the Place
he seeks The Space his <b class="">soul</b> can occupy
In His restless search he looks only for the Place
Where he can come to rest in his own true Place
and that might be on the floor of the rockchalk
The great <i class="">White Dog</i> is not Interdicted by opinion
He accepts the floor of the <i class="">Rock Chalk</i> as an Area,
like any other, he will test that space
He is preoccupied only with the Search
<i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i> is not social
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> told me all this, <i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i>
is social, he knows only persons, he doesn't
give a shit for the floor of the <i class="">Rockchalk</i>
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> is neurotic like us, he wants
to smoke Grass, <i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> sits in the booths
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> drinks beer, has a part time job
pretending to be literate, <i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> uses
the telephone and all other public Utilities
including Cocaine, <i class="">The Great White Dog</i>
<i class="">of The Rockchalk</i> is full of shit and can't shit
until he finds his place, <i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> has diarrhea
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> hasn't got a driver's license
<i class="">WAYNE KIMBALL</i> is thin and knows everything that happens
He has ears, He is a corrupt little mongrel like us
turned on to everything hopeless and bullshit
<i class="">The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk</i> is dumb
and doesn't know anything but his instinct for the search
for his place somewhere in the litter
of the filters and the literally dropped dreams
of the <i class="">Great Rock Chalk</i>, he smells the dreams
on the floor dropped from between the legs
of young English majors, ejected from between the
Dual Spraycans of the fraternizers
He seeks his place on top of this matter
among the feet of the privileged nation on the floor
of the Great shit, Rock Chalk Rock Chalk White Rock
<i class="">Calk Dog, And WAYNE KIMBALL</i> Smokes cigarettes
and Thoreaus them ontoOntoOntoOnto the floor
already predicated by cancer, the slow movement of <i class="">Cancer </i>
And I love these dogs because they are us and more us
than we are and they seek their places as do the true
whether they are <i class="">Resisters</i> or just scared or both
<b class="">They are the twin dogs of creation in our image</b>
and I give them both the floor as I give the <i class="">Resisters</i>
This Poem from the throne of Belief as the <b class="">Egyptians</b>
Gave and took from the Dogs Their access to Heaven
That we may all be Gods and seek our Place.
-<b class=""><i class=""> </i></b>Ed Dorn </pre><pre class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(1969, Lawrence, Kansas)</pre><pre class=""><br class=""></pre><div class=""><br class=""></div></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><b class="" style="font-family: 'Courier New', adobe-courier, Courier; color: rgb(252, 167, 5); line-height: 21px; min-height: 21px;"><br class=""></b></div><div class=""><b class="" style="font-family: 'Courier New', adobe-courier, Courier; color: rgb(252, 167, 5); line-height: 21px; min-height: 21px;">Ed Dorn (1929-1999)</b></div><div class="" style="font-size: 1px; line-height: 1px;"><font color="#100e39" class=""><font class="size12 Helvetica12" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px; min-height: 18px;">Poet and author of numerous works, Dorn is perhaps best known for his five part poem </font><font class="size12 Helvetica12" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px; min-height: 18px;"><i class="">Gunslinger</i></font><font class="size12 Helvetica12" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px; min-height: 18px;"> and as an alumni of the experimental, interdisciplinary Black Mountain College. His fictional character Wayne Kimball from the poem </font><font class="size12 Helvetica12" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px; min-height: 18px;"><i class="">The Cosmology of Finding your Spot</i></font><font class="size12 Helvetica12" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px; min-height: 18px;">, which takes place in Lawrence, Kansas is the compilation of two Lawrence residents and fellow writers Wayne Propst and George Kimball. </font></font></div><div class=""><font color="#100e39" class=""><font class="size12 Helvetica12" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px; min-height: 18px;"><br class=""></font></font></div></body></html>