CHAPBOOK–Black Lily by A.D. Winans

CHAPBOOK–Black Lily by A.D. Winans by Scot

This offering is a chapbook length poem like no other from A.D. Winans.  Besides the controversial poem the chap contains street photographs from San Francisco and art from Norman Olson.

There are just a few numbered copies left

Published in 2010 by the Rusty Truck Press in a limited edition of 126 copies.

26 are lettered and signed by the author--$10.00  SOLD OUT

100 numbered --$5.00

Postage $2.00

P0stage will be adjusted on multiple orders.

Cover and inside art by Norman Olson

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Winans comes from a grand tradition of true San Francisco poets.  This chap finds him in top form.  Through the character of Black Lily he playfully explores the world of S&M as only a true San Francisco poet can.  The picture he paints is at once funny, erotic and sad.  And it rhymes!  Classic stuff. -William Taylor Jr.

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Black Lily is still A.D. Winans, but if I didn’t see his name on the cover I would have thought the work was by the ghosts of Kerouac, Ginsberg and Baudelaire. It’s a highest-possible-tension classic, full  of wild sexual over- (and under-) tones, written with whip-lashes and  hand-slaps, you start it and you can’t stop until you get to the last  word and then wish there was more, more, more. Compelling, totally  original, a real wake-up masterpiece!
--Hugh Fox

Aleksey Dayen and A.D. Winans

Aleksey Dayen and A.D. Winans

Aleksey Dayen. Photo by Pavel Antonov. New York, 2001

I was introduced to the work of A.D Winans by our mutual friend, the New York based, Russian poet Aleksey Dayen.

We met in Swansea, Wales, in 2009, where we were both performing at a poetry/music event.

We jammed together - had a lot of fun and as it
was my birthday, ended up, outside in the rain sipping Jameson's Irish
whiskey from the bottle.

Before we parted, we decided/vowed that somehow we would make an album together.

We kept in close contact, sometimes on a daily
basis and in the summer of 2010 he sent me some of Allan Winan's work
and told me he was planning on filming a documentary on his life and
work and invited me to write some songs/music for it.

It was to be called 'Bleeding Words and Restless Ghosts' The Story of San Francisco Poet A.D. Winans by Aleksey Dayen.

A few weeks later I was in Scotland for the graduation of my daughter, Amy, from Edinburgh University ... Aleksey was in San Francisco with Al scouting locations and taking lots of
photos which I collected on the road from friend's computers and internet cafes (Aleksey was a very talented photographer).

Shortly after he sent me this scan of the artwork for the planned film.

Artwork and photos by Aleksey Dayen 2010

Allan sent me some CDs and copies of his writing ... I was electrified by it.

I've been; performing, writing, recording for a
long time ... been lucky inasmuch as I've never run out of ideas but -
discovering Dayen's and Winan's words was truly inspiring.

I had collaborated a few times before  but never with poets ... and non rhyming schemes.

I've spent my time working from the templates
of all the great songwriters in rock 'n' roll, jazz, blues, pop and
country who came before me.

Being asked to work with these writings was a gift.

I don't know yet if this track/version is a
demo or if it will be the final one ... was done lo-fi on a Sony
MiniDisc and an Apple Mac.

It's actually called 'At Folsom Prison' , the
same as A.D. Winans poem. This version has me fooling around with some
train sound overdubs ... 'Foolin' with Folsom'.

I set three of Allan's poems to music for the
film, this is one of them. It comes from when he was involved in
teaching programmes at Folsom Prison, California.

Aleksy Dayen passed away suddenly in November
2010 at the the age of 38. At the time of his death I was also working
on setting some of his poems to music.

As I write,  I'm working on an album project
for 2012, writings of A.D. Winans and Aleksey Dayen and some songs I've
written as tributes/homages to the Russian prince.

Some of this text and an mp3 of 'At Folsom Prison' is published online at Outlaw Poetry Network

'The Boy From Kiev', a song I wrote for Aleksey on learning of his death, was published by Shabdaguchha, a Bengali bilingual poetry magazine which is run by Hassanal Abdullah in New York .

It will soon be published by Leah Angstman's Alternating Current in Poiesis #5

The Boy From Kiev (for Aleksey Dayen)

1

Kiev to Coney Island

is a long way to go

political refugees

dream in neon, vodka and snow

see paradise at f.22

hear surf guitars at dawn

Prospero said life's wrapped in sleep

now let the sleepy boy yawn

Chorus

At the end of the life

at the end of the day

my brother the prince

will just slip away

footprints in the sand

from Kiev to Coney Island      Avenue

2

Kiev to Coney Island

where flowers die in the trash

ghost radio plays Elvis

the liquor store takes cash

I've got a big guitar

I've got a funeral suit

we'll take the train to nowhere

find where they hid the loot

Chorus

3

Kiev to Coney Island

leather jacket packet of smokes

you fill in the spaces

with what an image evokes

Russian jazz and blues

Irish girl behind the door

you think that you can choose

but truth always wipes the floor

Chorus

Lyric & Music by Terry Clarke © Bucks Music

This is an early version/draft of the song.
Terry Clarke; Guild 12 string acoustic guitar, Joseph Clarke on Gretsch
1962 Country Classic, both on Jose Cuervo Especial.

The Boy From Kiev (for Aleksey Dayen) connect

See the Links page of this site for Aleksey Dayen and A.D. Winans.

I'll be posting more on this page as I progress
with the album project. As I say above, Aleksey was to use three of my
songs/tracks for the planned film. All being my adaptations of poems by
A.D. Winans, they are; The Old Men of Aquatic Park, At Folsom Prison and
On San Francisco Streets.

Below are Al's original recordings of him
reading followed by my song interpretations, at the moment they are
basic guitar and vocal versions which I'll be building on.

A.D. Winans

At Folsom Prison Connect

San Francisco Streets Connect

The Old Men of Aquatic Park Connect

From My Window Connect

Terry Clarke

At Folsom Prison Connect

San Francisco Streets Connect

The Old Men of Aquatic Park Connect

From My Window Connect

Fourth of July Poem by A D Winans

       FOURTH OF JULY POEM

                                                

stepped on, pissed on

       cheated and abused

       taken advantage of blue collar man

       caught up in the American scam

       don’t tell me anyone

       can be anything they want to be

       if they put their mind to it

       save your message for

       the deaf dumb and blind

       it’ll never sell in the ghetto

       or to the immigrants

       you’ve  turned your back on

       take your message to the church

       tell it to the men on death row

       tell it to the starving poor

       tell it to the sick and lame

       tell it to the rich folks

       tell it to the politicians

       tell it to the serial killers

       tell it to Wall Street

       tell it to the man on the gallows

       tell it to the chiseled faces

       on Mount Rushmore

       tell it to the street whore

       tell it to the last wino

       on the bowery

       tell it to the banker

       tell it to the butcher

       tell it to the unemployed

       tell it to the circus clown

       tell it to the insane

       tell it to the outlaw

       tell it to the panhandler

       tell it to the con man

       tell it to the baby

       found stuffed

       in a garbage can

       tell it to the displaced

       factory worker

       tell it to the elderly

       tell it to the last space alien

       hiding out in Roswell

       tell it to the militia

       tell it to the FBI sharpshooters

       at Ruby Ridge 

       tell it to the arsonists

       at Waco, Texas

       tell it to the junkie

       with dry heaves

       tell it to the farm worker

       tell it to the dishwasher

       tell it to the orderlies

       tell it to the flag waver

       tell it to the Chinese peasant

       toiling in the rice fields

       for a dollar a day

       tell it to the garment worker

       slaving away in sweat shops

       in Chinatown

       and the Latin Quarter

       tell it to the garbage man

       tell it to big business

       tell it to the Fascist Congress

       tell it to the oil barons

       tell it to the tobacco merchants

       tell it to the fur industry

       who club baby seals to death

       for the clothing merchants

       tell it to the molested children

       tell it to the priests

       who stole their innocence

       tell it to the battered wives of America

       tell it to the pharmacy industry

       growing rich off the sick and lame

       tell it to the millions of people

       dying from air pollution

       in Mexico, China and India

       tell it to the man on his deathbed

       not sure why he lived

       or what he is dying for

       tell it to Jesus Christ

       shout it to the stars

       line the traitors up against the wall

       rewrite the Ten Commandments

       and start all over again

by A D Winans