Let's make this birthday one to remember.

85 years old (Born on November 23, 1939)

Happy Birthday, Bill! Another year of inkorrect thots and poetik brilliance—it's hard 2 beleev how your words keep dancing off the page (and stage) with such fearless originality. Your sound poetry continues to defy gravity—and grammar—with delightful abandon.

From "Tuff shit: [love pomes]" to "What Poetiks," you've shown us that language is best served shaken, stirred, and joyfully scrambled. May this birthday bring you as much laughter and inspiration as you've given all of us through your experimental genius. Keep making noise—we're listening (even if we don't always understand). Cheers to another timelessly unconventional trip around the sun!