This is one of 15 poems comprising Girôn D'Agate's, "Book of Murdock", which is the third section of 'The Notes of a Dying Man'.

Of The Mourning My Faces Came Off

D'Agate declaims his poem "On the Coast of Genius" with Charlie Byrd playing Django Rhinehardts's 'Nuages" in the background. Love t!

D'Agate declaims "on the Coast of Genius" to Django Rhinehardt's "Nuages" as played by Charlie Byrd

D'Agate is know amongst insiders by the accolade, " the last, beat Poet"

"She Gives Me Small Things' from vol. 4 of, "The Notes of a Dying Man" © Girôn D'agate

will use less gain on newer recordings, my apologies.John the Poet.Hint: turn volume down.

She Gives Me Small Things/ from vol. 4 of, "The Notes of a Dying Man"

'This special poem is from my collected poems 1968-2007,  "The Notes of a Dying Man"© by Girôn D'Agate, a.k.a., 'the last, beat poet'.

She Gives Me Small Things

This fine poem contains a self explanatory story as an addendum

An Evening With Charlie

here begins "River of Mud" © Girôn D'Agate 2013

Oh Shit!

This poem describes a time when our country was as seriously divided as it is today. But the same Executive mendacity is at play in both cases. In the former
Lyndon Baines Johnson was concealing his role in the murder of John Fitzgerald Kennedy and now,  November '13 we have a leader whose head might explode should he exhibit integrity. Truly, John George Wolfgang Lesko
a.k.a. the Author, Girôn D'Agate, "the last Beat Poet".

A Confession To St. John/final cut

Feeding The Plants

THE PHYSICS of LOVE

I am 63, Born August 26, 1950 on 50th Street between 8th and 9th Aves, mid-town Manhattan, New York City, NY, The center of the World. The neighborhood is called "Hell's Kitchen" and for good reason. It is contiguous to and surrounds NYC's Theater District from Times Square(42nd & Broadway) southerly, to Columbus Circle, 59th Street and Eight Ave where Lincoln Center begins northerly. Laterally it extends from Broadway, east, to the shore of the mighty Hudson River on its westernmost border. We lived in a beautiful flat at the "Cambria" on W55th St. I was conceived during Thanksgiving, 1949, at my maternal grandmother's residence in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I have been given the accolade of "the last Beat Poet" and have appeared on the front page of the New York Times newspaper in June 2007, you gotta love it, written by Colin Moynihan, pics by Jessica Dimmock, This all happened one day after the release of my first collection of four slim volumes of earth-shattering work, "The Notes of a Dying Man" (see links below).
My latest effort is the miraculous, "Prisoner of Rhyme" which you are GUARANTEED to enjoy or double your money back. "That's not a threat, that's a promise." Lyndon Baines Johnson, to Madeleine Duncan Brown, his mistress, spoken on the night of November 21, 1963 in direct reference to himself at a private assembly of big money just north of Dallas, Tx. The full quote to Ms. Brown having been, "After tomorrow I will never be humiliated by that son of a bitch again. That's not a threat," etc. John George Wolfgang Lesko   