August 8, 2000

the madmen can find other holes to crawl into. I used to walk that pier when I was 8 years old

I am a man who stands against the mountain and thinks of pebbles Frank T. Rios

Feel of rain in the face moonjuice/ partial to poets the lady's tears

my mind is a radio once I could sing the play by play of Blonde on Blonde like it was Eddie Doucette weaving basketball free throw averages with a handful of scars

Charles Bukowski

Ellyn Maybe

Tony Scibella

PLAN VIEW

NTS

17th AVENUE RESTROOM SCALE: 3/4" = 1'-0"

Head the future off at the past. Part the freeway, let my people go free

PLAN VIEW

NTS

Venice Holy Ground Stained with the blood of poets City which lies Beneath the breasts of birds Guarded by cats Behind every corner The Muse, Angel of Surprise Poems out of pavement cracks

Now the soft parade has soon begun. Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening Jim Morrison

Philomene Long

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Exene Cervenka

Manazar Gamboa

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Drench us with unquenchable life! Your waves are breaking deep inside! Your blood is roaring in our ears! You are dreaming us awake! Make us feel taller than trees!

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Linda Albertano

The poetry fragments around this park were written by Venice poets, past and present. Beyond Baroque Literary/Arts Center, Venice, California, 2000.

RECREATION & PARKS BUILDING SCALE: 1/2" = 1'-0"

August 8, 2000

Even the barrel of my pen is full of the ghosts of uncouth poets. And if there are miracles it's that the engine starts and you are driving, and the sun really does come out, at night there's a full moon, and, before you know it, you're home

men & women of Venice, lovers, children, holy citizens of the heavenly city all around you there is the sweet air of love breath of the Lord Stuart Perkoff

Bob Flanagan

PLAN VIEW

In case you wondered, they are the wild kidney. They are the bitter crackling sound I hear when Philomene brushes her hair. In case you wondered, they are the small transparent parasols all of us stroll beneath

The Pacific is aptly named - a great smooth velvet-like ocean. A great tempered dagger with Italian ripples along the blade as it goes into your soul baby

John Thomas

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Taylor Mead

HORIZON AVENUE RESTROOM SCALE: 3/4" = 1'-0"

babe, what highway are you on now what direction? north south east how is the wind the sun the smell of earth? how does it feel under your shoes? have you eaten?

PLAN VIEW

NTS

Ah, Los Angeles! Let me bend down and put my ear To your warm skin. Perhaps in you I will find my own Sanjan

on the salt water streets that rose & then fell with the ocean when the fish that were caught in the mud underneath the wooden footbridge started in to stink soon there was always the incoming tide

like an arrow like black angel wings hurried to carry this load to this part of the canyon lands I am Nubian here on this ocean floor Olokun still roams here Keith Antar Mason

Bruce Boyd

Wanda Coleman

Majid Naficy

BROOKS AVENUE RESTROOM SCALE: 3/4" = 1'-0"