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Kurt Philip Behm

In adolescence he created

the myth

 

That untamed

—devoured him

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

 

 

This Moment

 

How real can you be…

how prescient can you become

 

How long can the moment last

—to choose or to then believe

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

 

 

Divinus

 

Ambient poetry,

truth on the vine

 

Words of the moment

—vintage divine

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

 

 

 

The Edge

 

Did you baptize the moment,

 did you remake the night

 

Did you give truth a name,

did your secrets escape

 

Did you forever divide,

leaving zero to burn

 

Did you dance through the flames

—to the edge of goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2020 20:18
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Kurt,

    Four great reads.
    I do love your
    ā€˜Dreamsleepā€™ writes!

    He certainly was ā€œdevouredā€!
    He was something else,
    to say the least!

    Stay safe and strong!

    ~Laura~šŸŒ»

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      I met him in 1969 while surfing Huntington Beach. He was playing a role that then became him. Most great actors will tell you that that is a danger you have to be aware of. He started out as a film student, and theater was a big part of his performance. I do believe what he wanted most was to be recognized as a poet. I have an early copy of 'The Lords And The New Creatures' signed not by him but by Pamela Courson. He was very influenced by the French contemporary Poetsā€”Rimbaud more than the rest.

      He lived under the misconception (IMO) that self-destruction was the only way to create great art.

      In spite of all that, he accomplished a lot in 27 years.

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        When you met him in 1969, was it before or after he filmed ā€œAn American Pastoralā€?



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