The Work of American Poet Igor Goldkind


Jack Kerouac’s Essential Rules for Writing: It Still Works, Man.

These are the rules to write by, to live by, escape the penitentiary of the mediocre into the wilder realm of raw living experience, Whitman’s sun burning warmth through the skin of our beings.

These are the rules to guide by, to breath by, to masturbate and fornicate by.
Rules to die by.

These are the rules, the markers of life as it is lived as it can only be truly known.
Believe it until it’s no longer true.

Igor Goldkind




The Bullet from My Gun

I am propelled like a bullet from a gun barreling through space,

Through your flesh,

Through the time you have misspent on this Earth now ending,

Too late to regret the bending trigger of my gun.


I penetrate your vagina,

Your mind,

Your sense of inner self,

Tearing through your false resistance like a runaway train.


I cannot stop, I am momentum now.

Ripping through your many lives,

Decimating your hopes for the peace tomorrow that now will never come.

Because my trajectory is certain and yours is a wet pipe dream.


You are obliterated into fragments by the curling of my finger.

Now Isis will never find you.

Fear is a man’s best friend:

And a little pressure goes a long ways.



Poem I read at the Albion Beatnik on April 3rd, 2014