The Rug / Night Words: The Ravishing / Peyote Poem | Michael McClure, 1955-2020

Nat Farbman - Poet Michael McClure, California, 1957


I ' d draw all this into a fine element , — a color .
Rosy , rust - red , Orange white.
It ' s love ; I bring it , hair - on - end.
A reflection in my eyes — part of this still room ,
our strange shape — and I put my hands 
to you — like cool jazz coming.
Seeing these designs we make in pure air.
I ' m half - man , half - snake — and you
A BURROW
There are no words but color and muscled form
AND THIS IS NOT IT
I can't remember that instant
and I alter it to elegance
to flowers and animals--and no speech
covers the blankness.
I'm filled perfectly, giving your gift to me.
AND THIS IS NOT IT
This is failure, no trick, no end
but speech for those who'll listen.
I cry 'Love, Love, Love, Love Love,'
but this is not my voice--
these are enormous forms
Rosy, rust-red, Orange, white!

Michael McClure, The Rug, 1955


Robbie Robertson, Michael McClure, Bob Dylan and Allen Ginsberg, 1965
In 1965 Allen Ginsberg arranged for Larry Keenan and fellow student photographer Dale Smith 
to photograph him, Michael McClure, Robbie Robertson and Bob Dylan in the alleyway behind 
City Lights  Bookstore (originally for possible use on the Blonde on Blonde album cover).


How beautiful things are in a beautiful room
At night
Without proportion
A black cat on a white spread
A black longhaired cat with a sensitive human face
A white robe hangs on the wall
Like a soft ghost
Without proportion
Songs flit through my head
The room is calm and still and cool
Blue gray stillness
Without proportion
The plants are alive
Giving off votive oxygen
To the benevolent pictures above them
Songs flit through my head
I am taken with insomnia
With ambrosial insomnia
And songs flit through my head
The room is softened
Things are without proportion

And I must sleep

Michael McClure, Night Words: The Ravishing



Michael McClure, Peyote Poem / * Semina 3, 1958
* Semina (issues 1-9), 1955-64


"I am free from time. I accept it without triumph 
— a fact.
 Closing my eyes there are flashes of light. 
My eyes won't focus but leap. I see that I have three feet. 
I see seven places at once! 
The floor slants — the room slopes
 things melt 
into each other. Flashes 
of light 
and meldings. I wait 
seeing the physical thing pass. 
I am on a mesa of time and space."

Michael McClure, Peyote Poem (1958)



Michael McClure attended Robert Duncan's poetry workshop at San Francisco State College 
and through Duncan, met Kenneth Rexroth. He became a regular on the San Francisco poetry 
scene, and it was McClure who arranged for Ginsberg to speak at the Six Gallery in November 
1955. McClure would later gain notoriety for writing the play, The Beard. The play was banned
 and the actors in the early productions were routinely arrested at the end of each performance.
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