#lenore kandel

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God/Love Poem by Lenore Kandel

Avant Garde Magazine, January 1968

From this archive.

Because of the illustration of two women kissing and the use of the word "cock" I interpret this as a lesbian love poem to a trans woman.

[akiraofthefour]

"and you kiss me with that aching sweetness and there is no end to love"

Lenore Kandel, "Love-Lust Poem"

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My four favorite Beat poetry volumes

[ruinedorgy]

Junk/Angel by Lenore Kandel

I have seen the junkie angel winging his devious path over cities

his greenblack pinions parting the air with the sound of fog

I have seen him plummet to earth, folding

his feathered bat wings against his narrow flesh

pausing to share the orisons of some ecstatic acolyte

The bone shines through his face

and he exudes the rainbow odor of corruption

his eyes are spirals of green radioactive mist

luminous even in sunlight even at moon

his footstep is precise, his glance is tender

he has no mouth nor any other feature

but whirling eyes above the glaring faceless face

he never speaks and always understands he answers no one

Radiant with a black green radiance

he extends his hollow fingered hands

blessing blessing blessing

his ichorous hollow fingers caressing the shadow of the man

with love and avarice

and Then unfurls his wings and rides the sky like an enormous Christian bat and voiceless

flies behind the sun

[seadem-on]

There was a time when Gods were purer

I can recall nights among the

honeysuckle

our juices sweeter than honey

we were the temple and the god entire

Lenore Kandel

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Unknown Photographer - Lenore Kandel, Human Be-in, Golden Gate State Park, San Francisco, January 14, 1967

[paper---airplane]

Love is an art for angels

and we are human, you and I

fallible we are, and fragile

and therefore more than perfect

we take such risks who leap across the void!

perfection is static paradise

but we are human, you and I, and so we dream

and cast pure dreams before us

extending our fingertips beyond the finite edge

to brush that certainty

of ringing bliss

that resonates our dreams

impelling us to be that art

which angels strive to emulate

Lenore Kandel

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Stana Katic as Lenore Kandel in Big Sur