Carol Knows We Like to Howl

Our Divine friend and Tia, Carol Wheeler, wrote this poem for us and read it the other day at the gathering where we were showered with Love from so many friends!  The photo of Allen and Peter Orlovsky by Avedon was a favorite of mine way back when.  I had it on my wall in a collage for so many years.  The collage disappeared in the late 70's when I went to India.

A Howl for Anado and Richard– Angelheaded Hipsters (with apologies to Allen Ginsberg)

They saw the best mascotas of their generation nearly destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the cieneguita roadways at dawn
looking for any kind of fix,
And they saved (so far) six dogs, six cats, two fish and four burros,
potsky
slidell manchas wheels simba perla, cielo sueno malinche chicoche
skookums tormenta, uds tillie, lolita cleopatra dilly jo barbarella
Angelheaded hipsters
Who gave up poverty and tatters and sat up watching movies in the supernatural darkness of the campo,
Who turned bottles into buildings and mattresses into fences and bathtubs into shrines,
Who saved us all from the ugliness of throwing away and used basura to create incredible installations of beauty and permanence,
Who
give us bright shiny corners and spaces and surfaces in our own houses
that catch the light and feed the dream and wake us up happy in the
mornings and send us to bed filled with thoughts of art and spirit and
joy,
Who balled in the mornings in the jardin in the evenings in their sala in the daylight in rose gardens and swiss chard,
Who hiccuped sometimes but laughed a lot and collected several of everything in the world that was worth looking at,
Who
made great life-enhancing dramas of rooms with buddhas and shamans and
gods and goddesses and presidents and writers,  plastered on the walls,
marching up the stairs, festooning doors and windows and fireplaces,
Who
scribbled all night in their dreams rocking and rolling over lofty
incantations that made the morning yellow and the daytime blue and
silver and gave the nightime a golden glow,
Who cooked wonderful dishes of every kind lung heart feet tail borscht & tortillas dreaming of a pure vegetable kingdom,
Who plunged themselves into dump trucks and junk shops looking for a jewel and jumped out with dross they turned into gold,
Who
seduced their friends and their enemies and anyone who saw them with
bright colors, brilliant talk and generous, giving, full-hearted ways,
Who
retired to Mexico to cultivate their art and ended up cultivating a
whole new world–Visions! Omens! Hallucinations! Miracles! Ecstasies!
Epiphanies! Breakthroughs!
With the absolute heart of the poem of
life present in them as a couple, in their fiestas and their tours, in
their living room, their gardens, their studios and their fish pond,
We're
with them as they celebrate their rights with state-sponsored rites and
officially become our shining thrilling stupendous marriage of the
century!