Hakim Bey

Hakim Bey is the penname of prominent anarchist philosopher Peter Lamborn Wilson. Bey was once a frequent contributor to the NAMBLA Bulletin, PAN, Gayme, Ganymede, and other paedophile-sympathetic publications.[1] [2]

Rock Island Pavanne, by Hakim Bey

[...]

let's say one of them is almost eight, raggedy-kneed blue-

jeans & an old slouch tweed cap, hair & eyes both the same

soft Venetian brown, body svelte as a Caravaggio

urchin-cherub ~ and the other ten-&-a-half, huge slightly

crazy green eyes, world record eyelashes, hair the color

of Lindisfarne-gospel goldleaf ~ wild enthusiasts, boastful

liars, agents of chaos, cuddle-monsters, extortionists of

toys & favors, fancy-dancers, dirty jokesters, natural-born

exiles from the Mundus Imaginalis ~ right! there must be

millions like them in these frozen flatlands, millions of

secret epiphanies in thousands of icy boxy little houses at

every point of the night-whistle-echoing nation ~ but

imagine just this once instead of staying on the Wabash

Cannonball or whatever Zephyr you disembark just here & now & finally

penetrate the mystery of these lost-town boys who might have waited

unknowingly forever for someone to notice their beauty, might have

grown old and heavy, square & dull without ever communicating

their dirty-sweet fragrance & sheer unreasoning joy to a

single poet ~ but this time you finally get off the train

in this godforsaken grain-embargoed cowburg ~ and thanks to

the whim of some nearly defunct amerindian pagan-pervert

genius locii this time at last you get to meet Jimmy & a

Joey who are precisely as imagined, feed them cheeseburgers

& pink shakes & bribe them with action-figures & gum, these

two microcosms, these two fire-clowns ~ so that all of us

in a moment of mutual unspoken relief at this shattering of

worshipful destinies, all of us suddenly gracefully have to

embrace & kiss, kiss chaste & cool on the lips & grin like

bobcats for this fortunate derailment, this whistle-stop,

this milk-run, this hobo's muscatel-dream, this poetico-

revolutionary action that somehow forever changes the energy

gradient ~ however slightly, no matter what, no matter who

knows or even remembers, absolutely, unconditionally,

nostalgically, painfully, permanently.

External Links

"Hakim Bey" (Original Newgon Wiki Article)