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Filmed by Sally Larsen at Neeli Cherkovski's house in San Francisco. SELECTED POEMS by ERIC WALKER. Edited and Introduced by Raymond Foye. Afterword by Neeli Cherkovski. The brief life of Eric Walker (1964-1994) was also a remarkably productive one. He was a close friend and a peer to many of the important poets of San Francisco and Berkeley in his day: Bob Kaufman, Philip Lamantia, Tisa Walden, Howard Hart, Kirby Doyle, Neeli Cherkovski, Julia Vinograd, and many others. Christmas Morning 92 Bringing it all back home, Christmas in the asylum, settled in the air is cold and sheltered, there is a component of silence mixed w/ joy and grief, and anguish, we are waiting to open our presents, stacks of green and red boxes await us, past eleven and the fury driven bows are slashed and eighty-five mental patients are busy opening their packages, listening to Déjà vu on my walkman, their dragging their paper with them, and it’s simply crazy to watch them tear and rip their packages, happiness comes in all colors, Father of Woodstock you are here with us, blind colors tasted from your eyes, butterflies and star-dust, making new rules for the old year, bellies and laughter and Santa Clause is a woman this year, I know her, she is a group counselor, I have tasted good cheer from the bottled rainbow, I have erased my mind in a tasteless tomorrow, where is the wheel and where is the blood? Shouting my name in the sky’s clay, dancing with memory on a sun-stained lake, crying inside a mirror of windows, surmising the absolute terror of being alone, they are smiling now, misplaced names in a bag of silk, and no one cares what is happening in my mind, cat-calls and poisoned rivers, they have burned and hurried my sanity in flesh and dreams of diverse institutions, with but one open call: Merry Christmas to ALL!!! and for those who’ve lost their faith, God is born again today, and we have all Been here before! Eric Walker