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pen~ro~ooks Austr;Ua Ltd, Ríngwood, Victoria, :Australia Contents

>bis selection first published 1963

R,printed 1966, 1968, 1Q69, 1970, I97I
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GREGORY CORSO
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The JI.iadYak II J
In the Fleering Hand of Time 1
Made and printed in Great Britain
by Cox & Wyman Ltd,
London, Reading and Fakenham
Seaspin
Marriage
\Vritten in Nostalgia for Paris
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Set in Monotype Garamond
-, On the Acropolis 21

Cover by Roger ,~[ayne One D2J' 23

Man About to Enter Sea 24
God? She's B:ack 25
Man 26
Reflection in a Green Arena 28
Friend 50
A Difíerence of Zoos 31
Ares Comes and Goes ;Z
Writ on the Steps of Puerto Rican Harlem 54
Writ in Horace Greeley Square 36
Second Night in N.Y.e. after 3.Years 38
Writ on the Eve of My ;znd Birthday ;Z
LAWRENCE FFRLINGHETTI
In Goya's Greatest Scenes 43,
Sometime during Eternity 45
"Ibis book is sold subject to the condition Dove sta amore 47
that it sball not, by way oí trade or otherwise
be Ient, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise círculated Autobiography 48
without the publisher's prior consent in any forrn of Euphoria 57
binding or cover other than that in whi~ it is
published and witho~t. a similar ."onditton Big Fat Hairy Visionof Evil 60
inc1uding this condibon bemg ímposed
ou tne subsequen ~ iJurc!lasci.
He 54
Underwear 68
/ Come Lie with Me and Be My Love 7I
One Thousand Fearful Words for Fidel Castro 72
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A Supermarket in California 79 ACKNOWLEDGEMEJ:-TTS

Sunflower Sutra 8~ 1:
America 84
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1. The poems in this selection are taken from
the following h",,1,:~, !~ 7::-.::;~:;¡:;Llblishers
Poem Rocket
Europe ¡ Europe i 91 1 acl.nowledgement is made: Gasoiine
To Aunt Rose
The Lion for Real
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97 I (1958), published by City Lights Books,
Tbe Rappy Birthday of Deatb (1960) and
Magic Psalm 100
I Long Liue 111m/(1962), published by New
Directions, and S elected POC171 s (1962),
published by Eyre & Spottlswoode, alí
by Gregory Corso; A COl1ry Is.and of
Mind (1958), published by New Directions
and Hutchinson, and Starting frotlJ San
Francisco (1961), published by New
Directions, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti;
How! (1956) and Kaddish (1961), published
by City Lights Books, by AIIen Ginsberg.
A collective acknowledgement is due
to Ferlinghetti and City Lights Books for
magazine or broadsheet publication of
many oE rhese poeros.

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I tt. Mad Yak

1 am watching them churn the last milk

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they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
1- They want to make buttons out of my bones.
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Where are my sisters and brothcrs?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle,
he bas a new cap.
And that idiot student of bis -
1 never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load hirn.
How sad he is, how tired i
1 wonder what they'll do with bis bones?
And that beautiful tail l
How many shoelaces will they make of that!

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In tbe Fleetil1g Hand 01 T~'me Led 100 mph over these al! too real Mafia streets
prof~n",ly 1 shed my Hermean wings
On the steps of the bright madhouse O TIme be merciful
1 hear the bearded bell shaking clown the woodlawn thrc.': me beneath your humanity of cars
the final knell of mv world
1 ~~:'nb and enter a E~::ygathl'::ing of knights
1 feed me to giant grey skyserapers
eX~811stmy heart to your bridges
they unaware of my presence lay forrh sheepskin plans 1 discard my lyre of Orphie futility
and with mailcoated tingers trace arrival

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back back back when on the black steps And for sue~ betrayal 1 climb these bright mad steps
of Nero lyre Rome 1 stood and enter this room oE paradiseallight
epherneral
in 111y arrns the wailing philosopher
Time
thc final call of mad history
a long long dog having chased its orbited tail
Now my presellce is knowi.
comes grab my hand
my arrival marked by illuminated stains
and leads me into conditionallife
The great windows of Paradise open
Down to radiant dust fall the curtains of Past Time
In fly flocks of multicolourert bircls
Light wingecllight O the wonde; of light
Time takes me by the hand
born March 26 1930 1 am led 100 mph
o'er the vast market of choice
what to ehoose? what to ehoose?
Oh --- and 1 1eave my or<mgeroom of mytl,
no ehance to Iock away my toys of Zeus
1 ehoose the room of Bleeeker Street
A baby mother stuffs ml' mouth with a pale Milanese breast
1 suck 1 struggle 1 cry O Olympian mother
unfamiliar this breast to me
Snows
Deeade of iey asphalt doorned horses
Weak dreams Dark corridors of P.S.42. Roofs Ratthroated
pigeons
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Seaspin
To drowu to be slow hair
To be nsh miustrelry
One eye to flick and stare
The fathomeJ W1CCK to see -
Foreve:( clown tu drowu __
Descead the squid's conclave ~
Black roof the whale's belly .
Oyster floor the grave -
My sea-ghost rise
And slower hair
Silvetstreaks my eyes
Up up 1 whirl
Ana wonder where -
'I'o breathe in Neptune's cup
Nudo-e gale and tempest
Feel ilie mermaid up
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Marriagl'
Should 1 get married? Should 1 be good?
Astound the girl next door
with my velvet suit and faustus h00.l?
Don't take her to movies but to ceme.eries
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anci she going just so far and 1 understanding why
-- _. not gett;ng angry saving You must feel! lt's beautiful to
feel!
Instead take her in my arms
lean against an old crooked tombstone
and weo her the entire night the constellations in the sky -
When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangIed by " tie,
should 1 sit knees together on theii 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Whete's the bathroom?
How else to feel other than 1 arn,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap -
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Loul
After tea and homemade cookies they ask
What do you do for a living?
Should 1 tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we're not Iosing a daughter
we're gaining a son-
should 1 then ask \X'here's the bathroom?
God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
waiting to get at the drinks and food -
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if 1 masturbated and so happx- about m~ she bllms tbe roasr beef
And me P .1. this woman
and comes cryü:g to me and I get up frorn my big papa

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f r rour la\vrul \\edd, n" sa Pie Glue! 1,

o y bli a what to S.,,' - Y '''' on the back s2yi:¡g Cbristm2s teetb i Radiant brnins Applc deaf!
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And 1 trern 1n", , -rnen slappmg me

1 1 'de a11rhose COIfi) God what a husban.] I'd mrrke! Yo<, T ~:-.~ ~;~ .'jet married!
1 kiss t re un " ,1' ta-na-n« ¡ ,
)1 -ours bov: 1':
She's a . J , '. _'..ou could see ¡I SO ~~ch
And in their eJ es )
so me ob~cene h on eymoon
Then all that absurd rice
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and clanky cans an d s hoes~
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I~"d~:;:", hi, golf
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to do! ljk~ sneak1,1g into Mr JOlle~S_'~h~O~\l~s~e~l~a~t~ea~t_-':=======~l
dub,
a picrure
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of Rll11baud on tne l:l\Ynmower
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1 V vrdes of US!
,1 Chocolates 1
' Like pasting Tannu TUYa postage stamps
., I \X;i\'e~! Flowers l 'a11over the picker fencc
Rusbands, , , ' hotels
. 1Qr'''\ eo,-,) .1 t Like when Jvfrs Kindhead comes to collect
Ail stleal'11L1g , J. tbüg torugn
'for the Community Chesr
All gung to. do the + he kno'ving w at was going to
sarne - h
The lflU' .t ¡'ff'"
o_erent clerk .- grab her and teli hcr 'fhere are lInfa",'ourable omens in the
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llappen 'h 'knowing what
The lobby zomb¡es t. ey be knowing ~nd wben the mayor comes to get my vote tell bim
.L • ra tor man ,
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Th whistling eleva , 'When are you going to stop people killing Wbales!
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knowing And when the milkmar: comes leave hirn a note in the bottle
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Everybcdy kno "d t to do anything l dusr, bring me penguin dusr, 1 wanr penguin
I'd be almost indi~c n\at hotel clerk in the eye I
l' nightl Stare t e d honeymoonl
Stay uPo a" . honeymoonl 1 e~y o ites fet if 1 6hould get marri:J and it's Connecticut and snow
Screammg: 1 den~ h o". alrnost clJmactlc sui
, ram ant mto t 0,_, ,nd she gives birth to a child and 1 am sleepiess, worn,
run~llng , P bellv l Cat shovell " beneath the ,p for nights, head bowed aga;ilst a c¡uiet window
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e) ara e(oreve r Io in a dark ea ve e pasr behind me,
O I'd live 111 r-mg < •

ding myself in the most common of sitLlations

FaUs Mad H neymooner . 'my trembling man knowledged with responsibility
1'd sit there the Ma ., o iages a scourge of biga
devising ways to break marn,
• , t twig-smear nor Roman coin soup _
a saint of divorce - , what would that be like!
rely I'd give it fcr a nipple a rubber Tncitu-
- 1 1-::l get Ir,~,rLÍt:d ..~ s h G'J Id 1,~
-h-:?.-ood sr ~ora ~~!e a L'b oi brokt:r, Bo.ch records
But 1 5 vou: < home to er
' 'd be to come , h ck DeIla Francesca all over irs crib
How nice rt d he in the kitc en
l tireplace an s b b , the Greek alphabet on its bib
and sit by t le d 1 vely wanting my a y
aproned young an o _ 16 _ d build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon
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No, 1 doubt I'd be that kind "f father I ORSO
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not rural not snow no quiet window
fBeca4se what iÉ I' e SOlUebodyI-
but hot smeUy tight New York City
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a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a jobl
evervbody el . my under_
JI_:1dti ve nose running brats in love with Batman the ~ni . se 1SlUanicd! -
And the neighbours a11toothless and dry haired ver¡;e lUa:;:rí"d b
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like those hag masses of the eighteenth century
, yet well 1k
a11wanting to come in and watch T v
The landlord wants his rent
. possíbl e now that Were a wornan .
n ~~ge
""'a . posslble as i ~
G rocery sto re Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights o~ke s HJ: í would be possíble _
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n her lonely alíen
gaud W '.
Impossible te lie back and dream 1w . alt1ng ber EgyP .
~, 1 . a1t - bcreft f ttan
1 e ephone snow, ghost parking - o 2,000 year d -
N o! 1should not get married 1 should never get marrie s an the bath of lif"e.
But - imagine if 1 were married '
to a beautiful sophisticaterl woman '
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress
and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand
and a highball in the other
arid we lived high up in ~ penthouse with a huge windd
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from which we couId see a11of New York
and even farther 011 clearer days
No, can't imagine myself rnarried to that pleasant pri.
dream-

o but what about love? 1 forget love . ,

not that 1 am incapable of love
it's just that 1 see love as odd as wearing shoes ~
1 never wanted tu marr:, a 6irl \'!.bu was likc mv '110
And Ingrid Bergman was always irnpossible
And therc's maybe a girl now but she's airead y marri
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M~ADERN

How lovely that c;lrl with raiders

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On ¡he AcropoliJ
Temporal on the Aeropolis 1sat
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but a rioter
Amid Time's slow but sure stonepeeker,
Hearing pierced Oetober ery ace old 1
b her a Hower
1ran to \1y 1 d for the FLN;
need~d bloO Id the flowers
,y"hile me Four Winds yeilraked
Flakes of petrifi.::ci S110W. I
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~~t it was cut off ~y ."
<1 épublicaine. 1 J'd the sight of eeru sllredded 0Tike
the Garde r d called to an eag e Coiled in fu11fossilry
Notre Darne al¡
1 ran uP: . -lide its eyes - Her breathing gown, her ever-hose sanclal.
that 1lTIlght g '1' whereabouts, I'd the hayeoeking sunset;
upon the childgir s , s
A • W' gs to my eye
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I:arth's texture spreacling away,
and <lid! ln the sad Seine And the Caryatids stood in air
. 1 sightsal'1ed d own, - d __
' htily stan " Pedimenting the s~y;.====:=
and saw her lTIlg k f the fishermen. 'And abour them aurora and amber,
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agamst °
t h e fish-hoo1 s s she the el.hild 1
Like silken cluions, grappled for dominaney.
f fi h I 1ealled I t wa
Angd o s. he flute of flukc,
The harp of carp, t
the brass of bass How endowed with dream-IoVé
l: kettle of turtle Was 1 on thee, O "igh eity!
Le li
the violin of mar n Proud, heartfelt, boastful thar 1,
rne tuba of barraeuda Exactly a youtheime,
hail whale! ward to know Knew to set the table of Zeus _
That; have followed beauty - re The cloth, the silverware, the foad thereon,
there's God for fish Al1 were laid out on a small steel table _
1 echo the prayers of all seas. In a small eell.
And now on your great expanse with age 1 sat
Thanking Bulliineh and Wi11Durant
Their Athena and SeateJ Df'n;~ter;
1'h;¡rúing ;.;¡ dreall1-giving
. For not making 01Yll1plls a place
Where youth Lur ser ves
. And in age, feasts noto
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The night was right!
All the plugs ofheaven seemed in! One Da1J
The night was black and white - ne day while P .::/
And the moon, like a woman's breast, s o ----eter-PanmnR" th~--
{ ~aw """ man, - ~ "-'--J
Nippled the Parthenon full. man d .
ickl T d . rl h '11 ,ylng OVer ·he E
Qme y - rnove in arL out t - ~ [" "ro ,id 1 saiel to tn' .~. JasteLn Gulpb,
Like a festering ghost straight onward er+wining, J.he light th IS 'Han:
A happy Sambo rige!, a magnet heaven helu....:-=--_~.¡._· at makes u&oa fEi
i :hasmade QU.t;n@ . errrt-a ea es
Breathless, I stood, moon-colurnned, sl t:: 1\)¡<g'l'ffifl'fl-~¡;;=¡l~t~~----"------_IIS"'~""""""""""
And heard a Sophoclean lament below. . ow, and creeping, calm d" n erval of douds,
zn thls 81ryt'ul d an sad,
The theatre was lit! And thc chorus hummed forth Id he rep1ie-d~ Ungeon of things. _
Phantoms l Phantoms in two grey ranks h 1
e s W is awful! The' sk'
Swaying back and forth, then running up! Hermes hi' Y undarkens!
As if to snatch and flee; then nimbling back, R' s Vl1nged foot 1
Mumbling and croak-syllabling an old old woe ests uncontested whíl ,tests o d in Chinal
, and wincileav:es e: 1'1 e e oudbuds burst
-All this from new lungs in a pit below.· Whi1e m . iall

Pressed face against a pillar 1 cried the viole;:t ~%~dhafnd.shold back

Críed for !:1y shadow that dear faithful sentry , While m . 1rt o nlght 1
Splashed across the world's loveliest floor. 1 the seap;;/;;;;sd-~oIvered feet crush
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. le dying man and h
. olitude rtfuses ;0 1 e must always die,
ower a gentIe hana
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Man .About to Enter S ea
"Walking into the surnmer cold sea
arms folded
trying to keep the wave and frolic~ bather
splashings rruIu .fuIl.IH::r clJ.lwllij ; illll .
l:.:: moves as if not to - but 1 know
he'll eventually go with a NOW IN 1 and
become warm -
That curious warm is a11too familiar
as when frogs frorn fisb kicked
and fins winged flew
and whatever it was cecided lungs
and a chance in the change above the sea,-
There he wades millions of yea!s that are legs
back into that biggest and strangest of wombs
He stands - the sea is up to his belly button
- He would it nothing more than a holiday's dip
But 1 feel he's algae for skin
He who calls the dinosaur his unfortunate brother
And what with crawling anthropods
oh they're only bathers on a summer shore.
yet it is possible to drown in a surface of air .
deem the entire earth one NOW IN] and once in
fated out again -
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Gases & Uquids Her nature
~pewing stars like eggs
frorn Her}ill Centi"al Womb
Solids & solutions Her pLccedUITl'l'ie~-===:::::::::=====:::::=':==
settIn.rs solar system- like babies
Gn Her All Genetic Knee
Formuiae & equations Her Iaw
punishing evolution like bad boys
by theolap of He! All Void Hand
Metals & alloys Her chore ,
raising te1escopes like puberty
towards Her Ali·Encompa.:Ssed Eye
Sound & Light Her store
giving speed like youth
thus all Her Som leave home
Nnclear & space Their war
creating rockets Iike dead men
- ever ter reach lIer aga~n?
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Ifhe Jews, the Greeks; chaos groping behind ; .'
Proiogue to what was to be a long poem
xalted dignity sings; the blind angel's cithara
The good scope of him is history, old and ironic;
Not modera aistory, unfulfilled and blurred _.
Bleak damp ::erce thunderous lighüúng days ;
POO! cavernan, so scared of the outside,
f wanged no chain-reaction that World War be the Trojan
War,
Jet with the gcddess Eris denied a n:,edc1i~g seat ;
o praise of rnan in my war, wars have lost +heir legend-

So~~~i~~~~~~
Created a limir, and called that limit God - .
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he :GiLlesings rnan in all his gl0"ry;
Cell, fish, apeman, Adam; reat Jew, man is hard stem of you,
How was the first man bornr as you first spoke love, O noble survivcr ;
And why has he ceased being born that way? he Greeks are gone, the Bgyptians have all but vanished;
our testarnent yet holds -

Ai! his fuel, will bis engine, iegs his wheels,

Eyes the steer, ears the alert; he fall of man stands,a líe before Beethoven,
He could not By, Lut now he does - truth before Hitler -
The nails hair teeth Dones blood an is the victory of tire,
All in communion with the flesh; d Christ be the victory of man -
The heart that feels all things in life .ng of the universe is man, creator of ;:;ods;
And lastly feels in death; • e knows no thing other than himself
The hands in looks and action are masterful; d he knows himself thc best he can;
The eyes the eyes; e exists as a being of nature
The penis is a magic wand, nd sustains all things in being;
The womb greai.er than Spring - .s dream can go bcyond existence -
reater the rose?
1 do not knew if he be Adam's heir e simple bee does not think SO;
Or kin to ape, en man sings birds humble into pie!}';
No man knows; what a good driving mystery - at history can the whale empire sing?
1 can imagine a soul, the soul leaving the body, hat genius ant dare break from anthood
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1 can wour'cr the world the factorv of the sou], }np: Agamernnonl Mortal manl
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'Xhe soul putting on a body like ; workman's 'coveralls, ) immortality -
Building, unbuilding, rebuilding.
That man can thi11k soul is a great strange wonderful thing
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Reflecti(Jn in a Green Arena r wipe the dead spider

" off the statue's lips
Where marble stood andfel! Something there is is forgotten
into an eternal landscape and what's remcjnbered slips
1 stand epherneral Butterfly and By and other insectai
W~1tthemselves te die
Anchored to a long season in a quick life
1 aro not wearie-I And so it's Spring again so wh"~-------------------
- nor feel the absence of former things : The leaves are leaves again no tree forgot
my relation to my couatry
the weak dreams their weaker success
the reactions to death
and lovelessness

And oh and !lOW 1 know

having had enough of her
how wornen suffer
And that hate which men bash against men
suffers less and is with end
but a woman's loss endless
How 1 wish she were yet again
with al! her solemnities

Ah good consoling Greece

She was not the love 1 know
Having crossed over into her world
1 became the sad unlove
which separates us so

Poor America poor Russia

Th.uik C'Jd che moon has hapl'cr:ed them
And France A1geria what sad geo-woe
Burnt peace as obstínate as nature
seems to be the ardor of history
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an .._lt was there l imar-ir: cd m lf si .
, 'b·~ yse slngmg Ave Maria
And even friends lost be friends regained T' ,to a bunch of hoary lig:c.eous Browrues.
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He had no foes he made them all into jriena'j' , , uelleve rn gnomes, in midgts;
A triend will die for you I 1 ~e1ieve to C0nvert the bo e
Acquaintarrces-can-n:ever~frienrl e 'tFswt'v enner s:
Sorne friends want to be ever~ body's friend beg Zeus Polyphemus a n:w eye ;
There are friends who take you away from friends ~nd 1 th~~~ed alI the rnen who ev~r lived,
Friends belíeve in friendship with a vengeance! .hanked 11fethe world
Some friends always want to do yüu favors for the .chimera, the gargoyle,
Sorne always want to get NEA R you the sphiox, the griffin
You can't do this to me I'm your F R rEND Rumpe1stiltskin _
M Y friends said F D R 1 sang Ave Maria
Let's be friends says the uss.R,------------1:----,fQr~loh Heap;-to""r;::-¡-:r':::r:"::o"':o:':'t----------- •.•••.••.••••..••.•••••.
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Old Scrooge knew a joy in a fr-icadless Christmas for tlie mugwump, for Thoth,
Leopold and Loeh planning in the night I the centaur Pan'
Et tu Brute I summoned the~l :11'to my room in the B
:;:have many friends yet sometímes.I aro nobody's friertd . -the werewolf, the vampire, Frankenstein roog,
The majority of friends are male every monster imaginable '
Girls always prefer rnale friends and sang and san!; Ave María-
Friends know when you're troubled !he room gor to be unbearablel
It's what they crave for 1 1 wenr to the 200
The bonds of friendship are not inseparable and oh thank God the simple e1ephant.
Those who haven't any friends and want some are often '
creepy
Those who have friends and don't want them are doomed :j
Those who haven't any friends and don't want any are grand 1
Those who have friends and want them seem sadly human: I
Sornetimes 1 scream Fricnds are 1~0rda;r! A mJ,·~,KSS'
Al1 a waste OfINDIVIDUAL time-
Without friends life would be different not miserable
Does one need a friend in heaven -
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A thin ribsome horse appears;

he gets on it and ... zoom l
Beside me, in all its martial pose, disappears.
\"'olks real opportunity.
Behind me the rose is all dried l1p,
and mv beautiful loved one intoxicated,
I'm gonna follow my new friend to the end.

The snow falls epherneral Thi·",...---------l------:---:::-----:------:-----:----------------

we grey it, slush it;
wc'rc off to render the world.
] oin US, buman prornise.

Poor wo.Id, neglert as any star,

'V7heóer a great collision is iruminent
or not
there's no going among pyramids to grieve.

Inherit of mankind
we keep by candlelight;
sornerhing there is
does not hold tiie worId this night.
It's up to us;
grass dies every step wc take;
death's optimistic,
and yet it does imbibe us drive on,

He' d me carry his sword and shield;

I'd his helmet too,
but he says no
Sqys P;y posture's ,:11 ~r.I:Y1rraSSn~,~r;L,
and takes back his weaponage to boot,

L
what a friend l r tell him SO;
he doesn't careo
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Writ on tbe Steps of Puerto Rican Harten, Moaning: Oh what responsibility

1put on thee Gregory
Therc's a truth limits man Death and God
A truth prevents his gOÜ1g an)' farther Hard hard it's harrl
The world is changing
1.
The world enows it's ch~,ngi:!c; I I learned life were no c1ream
Heavy is rhe sorrow of the day
The old have the 100l;: of doorn
"The young mistake: tbeir fa te in tnat 100k Life is a century
This is trurh Death an instant
But it isn't all truth

Life has meaning

And 1 do not know the meaning
Even when 1 felt it were meani-igless
1hoped and prayed and sought a meaning-
Itwasn't ail frolie poesy
There were dues to pay
Summoning Death and God
I'd a wild dare to taekle Them
Death proved meaníngless without Life
Yes the world is changing
But Death remains the same
It takes man away from Life
The on1y meaning he knows
And usually it is a sad business
This Death

I'd an innocence I'd a seriousness

I'd a humour save me frorn amateur philosophy
I ain abie to contradict my bcliefs
1 am abIe able
Because 1 want to know the meaning of everything
Yetsit 1 Iike a brokenness .
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GREGORY CORSO

w,"it in Horace Greel~ Square And 11' ~

!ou;:r breeley, what say you
1 know I'm one who rn all your bronze watLhin s ~
What newspaper now? g .
even if he does see the light 'rAlls it n '.
still won't be completely all iight ~ '- . 1an 1~ rn deep pain with life ~
i M:111 lS the vietonT of life;> .
anci gooa for that ¡
Yesterday 1believe:d in.man.todaz.Ldon't.L
an.I tomorrow
I
I
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tornorrow's a toss-up .

Somedays 1 see all people

in deep pain with life
I
!

And other days

1 see them víctors
living things great as to question thei.r...li..ving:.- II -t

. To see back and forth like that and not go erazy

is something
Something Miss Brody ran horne to jump out of
Contradiction, that good virtue,
could prevent many a silly death

Or was it a hilarious death

the prodigal son arrives home
'Hello pa'
and jumps out the window

Out the window

Oh out the window is an image of man disrupts
the image I would of him l'
A block away is that high diveboard

I
How fiany drove from there?
1 clearly recall a huge ape dropping down
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 PENGUIN MODERN POETS )
GREGORY CORSO

17\, T ~ye after 3 Years

Secona . l\'zgm
7\'" 1 « Zí2
:
'l. . 'J
W rit on tb~E've q/.i\fy )2íidBirtbdqy
A slow thoughtful Spontaneous poern
1 was happy 1 was oubblv drunk I arn 3 years old
2
The street wcs dark and finally I Iock ml' '.e, if 00< mM"
1 waved to a youo, policernan Is Ü a goo.l face wh,,', no more a boy', ["e?
- -. ., '" Hood 01 RO,c.
1 em up to hirn ano uke a
Ua:~:d
r:ld
H ~ s-stoppeo-Eelno- cur
._

-;~I~~~:::::;;::::::j-~~~lt~s~e~~j~ls~t~~~t~t~e~r~.~A~l~~l~d~ml~.t'~h~a~kf'~::::::¡;;:::::::::::::::::::::::
hirn ,ll about my prison ycuth
' 1 el Q"err-sunIe-C , "
e !ip' are the sarne, ::::=
About how 000 e anc rcrnrned
' T' S' ,,' from Europe Aod the 'Y", ah thc el'eo got h"", a11the time,
Aod about now" ,FJO, lightenmO' as puson
'-'",
-Ór.» 3' and 00 wífe, no b,by; 00 baby h'H",
\\ihich wasn'r
' 1., asuivelv
narr cnu -I tole!,bno lie , . but there's lots of time.
And ;,t. Iistencd uttcn. ., C,,:1 1l11
1
'
'1'"lor 1 don't act silly any more.

Everythin , was truth anc r .. And h""o" of it 1 have to hea ¿ ftom 'o-,,]led frieod"
He hogb,;) , 'Yo"'.e clutnged, You u"d to be '''-'"''''3_'''1.--------- I
He laughed .. -11; 'I'hey are not comforrable with me when 1'm serious.
Aod it rnade me '0 happy 1 said: , Let them go the the Radio City Musíc Hal],
"Absolve it ,U, kiss me" . , ", saw ,11 of Eotope, met millions of peopls
'No no no no" he "id was grear for 'oro" ""ible for o'be",
and hurried ''''y, 1 "memb" my 3'" y", when 1 "id,

, 'To thin": I may have to go another 3 I years l'

' 1 don't feel that way this birthday.
. 1 feel 1 want to be wise wíth white hair in a tall library
in a deep chair by a fireplace.
Another year in which 1 stole nothing.
: . 8 years now and haven't stole a thing I
" 1 stopped stealing 1
,But 1 stilI lie at times,
'and stilI arn shameless yet ashamed when it comes
to asking for money.
, F years oid and tour hard real funny sad bad wonderful
t books of poetry

I1
;- the world owes me a million cloIlars.
. •'
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1 think 1 had a pretty weird 37. years.

~
And it weren't up te>me, none of it, LA WRENCH ~ FH'RT IN°HE'T''T'T
~.L..J0.l i.11
No choice of two roads ; if there were,
1 don't doubt I'd have chosen both.
1 like to think cbance had it 1 play the bello
The lJUC, pe[li~pS,is in my unbashed declaration:
'I'm good example there's such a thing ~s called soul.'
Ibnp~tty~~~~~m~~meb~ ~~~-ti~~=
--~~~~~~--------~-----------~
andpresents m~Bf'~~'~~--~-----~----------~-----------------------------------------~---------------=::::J
And of al! the fires that die ir! me,
there's one burns like the sun ;
it might not malee day rny personallife,
1"11y association with people,
or my behaviour toward society,
but it does tell me rny soul has a shadow.
I LAWRENCE FERI..INGlinTTI

I In Go...ya'sCrea/es! Scenes •
I
n Goya's greatest seenes \ve seern to see " ,

t exactlv at the moment when

- Lúe peopie of the world I
~ ~~:(:''-.'irst attained th:: tirle of
'suffering humanity'
They writhe upon the r=s=
in a veritable rage
of adversity
Heapecl up
groaning with babíes and bayonets
under eement skies
in ar; abstraer lanclscape of blasted trees
bent statues bats' wings and beaks
slippery gibbets
eaclavers and carnivorous cocks
and a11 the final hoHering .nonsters
of the
'imagination of dis.ister '
they are so bloocly real

I Ancl they do
it is as if they really still existed

Only the Iandscape is changed

IThey still are rangecl along the roads

plagued by Iegionaires
fals- windrnills and derl1::n~::(~roosters

ey are the same people

only further from home
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on freeways fifty lanes wide S nmelime during Eterniry

on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards Sometime during eternity
illustrating imbecile illusions cf happiness some guys show up
d OI1eof them
who shows up real late
The scene shows fe-ver turnbrils is a kind of carpenter
. but more maimed.citizens =:==~~~~;¡:¡jF6j9fF~*t~re:~~~Iiée-¡¡¡¡¡¡-¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡~~=::O:::::==::":"'~~~~~~~~~
in painted cars like Galilee
and they have strange licence platcs and he starts wailing
and engines and claiming he is hip
that devour América
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really bid. it on us
is his Dad
And moreover
he adds
lt's aIl writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave Iying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time a¡;ü
and which you won't even find
r a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
nineteen hundred and fortyseven
of thern
to be exact
an c~even rhen
nobody reaIly believes them
or me
for that matter
 You're hot
PC:"GUIN

they tell him

MODLRN POE'TS 5

r LA\VRENCE FERLINGH::lTTi

Dove sta amore

And they eool him

They streteh hiu.

And everybody
Vll ,l,C 'I' r cc Lo (001

after that
I Dove sta amore
Whert> lies lave
Dove sta arnore
Herc Iies love
The ring clave l<20~v~e_..,¡¡¡¡""",::¡¡¡¡;:"",,=====_=_=¡¡¡¡¡¡¡_====
In 1rrica d light --:-
. is always makirrg-nTO ' .'
Hear love's billsong
of this Tree
Love's true willsong
with Him hung up
and always crooning Bis name
Love's bw plainsong
and calling Him to come do \,,'11 ,
Too s\veet paínsong
In passage< cf night
and sit in
00 their combo
Dove sta amore
as if he is tbe king cat
Here líes love
--------+--------The ring dove lave
who's got to blow
Dove sta amore
or they can't quite make it
Rere Iies love
Only he don't come clown
from Bis Tree

Him just hang there

on Bis Tree 1
looking real Petered out 1
, t

and real eoo1

and also
aecording to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
 I
?IlNGUIN MODERN PCEi$ LAWR<:.J\CE FER LINGHETTI

Autobiography
I am leading "l quiet lúe
in Mike's Place every day
watching the champs
oí the Liante Biiiiard Parl or
I
j
1 landed in Normandy
in a rowboat tha; turned overo
I have seen the educated arrnies
t on the beach at Dover.
II 1am reading Loma DOMe

ano the French pinbalí addicts.

Iam leading a quiet life
, terror of the industrialist
a bornb on l,is des k at al! times.

-
1 llave seen the garbagemen parade
on lower East Broadway.
I am an American. I in the Columbus Dav Para de

II
1 was an American boy. behind the glib '
I read the American Br¿y Magazine . fatting trumpeters.
and becarne a boy scout I have not been out to the Cloisters
in the scburbs. in a IO:J.g tilde
1 thought 1 was Tom Sawyer nor to the Tuileries
catching crayfish in the Bronx River but 1 still keep thinking
and imagíning the Mississippi, of going.
1had a baseball mit 1 have seen the garbagemen parade
and an American Flyer bike. when it was snowing.
1delivered the Woman' s Home Companion 1 have caten hotdogs in ballparks.
at five in the afternoon I have heard the Gettysburg Address
or the Herald Trib and the Ginsberg Address.
at five in the morning. 1like it here
1 still can hear the paper thump and 1won't go back
on lost porches. where I came from.
1had an unhappy childhood. 1 too have ridden boxcars boxcars boxcars.
1saw Lindberg land. I have been in Asia
1looked homeward with Noah in the Ark,
and saw no ange!. I was in India
1 got caught stealing pencils when Rome was built.
frorn the Five and Ter, Cent Store I have been in th~ M"r:ge-r
the same month 1 made Eagle Scout. with an AS5.
1 chopped trees for the C C C I have seen the Eterna! Distributor
and sat on them. from a White BiU
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 PENGUIN MODERN POE':!:S LAWRENCE FERLINGH-ETTI

in South San Franscisco where books were trees.

and the Laughing \'V'oman at Loona Park 1 have heard the birds
outside the Fun House that sound like bells.
in a great raínstorm 1 have dwelt in a hundred cities
still laughing. where trees were bcoks.
~ :.;:-;'L::::::!;;~6a quiet life \'Vhat subwav- whM t~-,i, "'h'1t c~fés'l
outside of Mike's Place every day \Ylh,,~ \'TOmeD n'ith blind breasts
limbs lost among skyscrapers.l, _","=~~~~~~~_~~ .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•
~
watching the world walk by
in its curious shoes. I 1 have seen rhe s.tat-lJe--S-G-&Hí5-fGí5-S--------~--~-------__M
1 once started out r
¡
at carrefours
Danton wceping at 2. metro emrance
to walk around the world
but ended üp in Brooklyn.
I Colurnbus in Barcelona
That Bridge \v as too much for me. pointing Westward up the Ramblas
I have engaged in silence toward the American Express
exile and cunning. Lincoln in rus stony chair
1flew too near the sun And a great Stone Face
and my wax wings fell off. in North Dakota.
1am looking for my OId Man '1 I know' that Columbus
whom 1 never knew. did not invent America.
1am looking for the Lost Leader I have heard a hundred housebroken Ezra Pounds,
with whom 1flew. They should all be freed.
young men should be explorers. It is long since 1was a herdsman.
But Mother never told me I am leading a quiet life
there'd be scenes like this. in Mike's Place every day
Womb-weary reading the Classiíiedcoluinns. - -
1 rest I have read the Reader's Digest .
1have travelled. from cover to cover
1have seen goof city. and noted the close identification-
1have seen the mass mess. of the United States and the Promised Land
1 have heard Kid Ory cry. where every coin is marked
I have heard J trornbone preach, In God We Trust
1have heard Debussy' but the dollar bills do not have it
strained thru a sheet. being gods unto themselves.
1 have slept in a hundred islands I read the Want Ads daily

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; •• LINGHETTI

leeking' for a stone a leaf

an un f OUlI d d oo.r
1 hear America singing
in the Yellow Pages.
J
;
f'i....

),t
1 have heard the junkman's
1 have ridd en supe.::highways o
bbli

and belie,red the billb oarc l' s prorruses

C
ros sed the Jersey Flats
,
gato. I
One could never tell and seen the Cities of the Plain
tlie :,.)ul has its rages. }.;,d wallowed in the wilds of \X' h -
d Y 11 with its r .' 1 este ester
_r rea d t h e papers every a If . : OVIng bands of natives
and hear humanity arniss -===========~t==11ln~s;t~::.::1:' :.~:_='M~~~~~~~~~~~~§~~§~;;¡¡¡¡iiiiiiiiiil=lii
~'
in the sad plethora of pnnt. 1 have seen thc;n.
} 5ce where "Walden Pond has been drained 1 arn the ma-r,
to make an amJsement park. 1 was there.
1 see tht:y're making Me!ville l: 1 suffererl.
e"t h¡~l~'h~le I somewhat.
1 see another war is coming 1 am an American.
but 1 won't bethere to fight it, 1have a Qas.sPDrt
1 have read tbe writíng 1- 1 did not suffel'~Jjdt-jn9tl-,1s.._11t:·e:- -i
A í
"
on the outhouse wall. .. nd I'm too young to die.
1 helped Kilroy write it. 1 am a selfmade mano
1 marched up Fifth Avenue And 1 have plans for the future
blowing on a bugle L.l a tíght platoon 1am in line .
but hurried back to the Casbah for a top [ob.
looking for my dogo 1may be moving 00
1 see a similarity to Detroit.
between dogs and me. 1 a~ only temporarily
Dogs are the true observers a ne salesman,
walking up and clown tbe world 1 arn a good joe .
. thru the Molloy country. 1 am an open book
1 have walked clown alleys to my boss.
too narrow for Chryslers. 1am a complete mystery
1 have seen a hundred horseless milkwagons to my closest friends.
in a vacant 10t in .l':..~~oda. !
arn leading a quite life
Ben Shahn never painted thern In Mike's Place every day
but they're there contemplating my navel.
askew in Astoria. 1am a part
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of the body's long madncss. .
1h ave wan dered in varicus
~_
- J have leaned in -drunke~ doorwa ys.
1 have written wild stories
without punctuation.
T am the mano
I was there.
1 suffered.
1 sat i.t an uneasy cllair.
1am a tear of the SUD..
1arn a hill
where poets run.
T invented +he alpbabet
after watchiog the flight ofcranes
who made letters with rheir legs.
1 am a lake 1Jpon a plain.
1 am a word
in a tree.
1am a hill of poetry.
1am a raid
on the inarticulate.
1have dreamt
that ail my teeth feil out
butrnytonguelivedi
to tell the tale.
For 1arn a stiil
of poetry.
1am a bank of songo
1am a playerpiano
in an abandoned casino
en ~,seaside esplanadc
in a dense fog
still playing.
1see a similarity
, r LA WRENCE FERLINGHETTI
between the L~'..7bhü,g Woman
and myself
I
nu!htwoods.
1 h3"C heard the sound of summer
in the ialn.
I
I
1have seen girls on bo~rrl"'~!b
have cODm1icated sensatior.s,
I 1 understand their hesitations,
1am a gatherer of fruír.
1 have seen how kisses
cause euphoría.
1have seen giraffes in junglegyms
their necks like love
wound around the, iron cireen:stanees
of the world.
1have seen the Venus Aphrodite
armless in her drafty corrido},
1have heard a siren sing
at One Fifth Avenue.
1have seen the \'7hite Goddess dancing
in the Rue des Beaux Arts
on the Fourteenth of July
and the Beautifu1 Da:lle Without Merey
picking her nose in Chumley's.
_ Shedid notspcalc English.
She had yellow hair
and a hoarse voiee
and no bird sango
1am leading a quiet 1ife
in Mike's Place every day
watching the pocket pool players
makil~g the minestrone scene
I
wolfing the macaronis
and 1have read somewhere
the Meaning of Existence
 PENGUIN ~.vDERN POE1S LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI

ve, have ~()rgotten Ettt>boria

¡USt exactly where,
But 1am the man As 1approach the state of pure euphoria
And 1'11 be there 1 find 1 need a largersize typewriter case
And 1 may cause the lips
of thcse ;;:'1'~0..,!"~9c:lf'P~
to speak .
to carry my underwear in
and scars on my conscience
are wounds imbedded in
j
I

And 1 may make my notebooks

into sheaves of grass
·:.:......:::=::.== .....--..;..-----~-~-
the gum eraser. of my-s:-Ifra:"
which still eras·esi1"'e.
And 1may write my own As 1 approach the state of pure euphoria
eponyrnous epitaph moon hides hot face in cool rice rain
instructinj; the horsernen of Chinese painting
to pass. and 1cannot sleep because of the thunder
undei the surnmer afternoon
in which a girl puts on a record of
erazy attempts to playa saxophone
punetuateci by terrible forced laughter
in another room
As 1 approach the state of pl're euphoria
they are building all the cities now
on only one side of the street
and my shoes '•valk up si des of buildings
leaving tracks of windows
with their soles of panes about to crack
and shoe-tongues of roll-up shades alaek
1see my roll-up tongue upon a string
and see my faee upon the stick of it
as on a pendulum about to swing
a playing-card image with bound feet
an upside-down hanged Villon
1 A nd Marna recedes in ~ hand-hcl.l 1.horo

I
\1 and Dad is named Ludwig
pmi~':;'d'd
in a lost ,,01 estate in water

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Sara toga Avenue Y onkers Her breasts bloom

where 1 now hang and swing I
i
figs burst
on a last trec that stands drinking L.
I ,~
sun is white
and where I'd still sing partsongs 1'11 never come back
in a fieid of rapture
but an angel has ~...:C l":;:thc balls
1
!
1 wear Egyptian clcthing

and my castrato v cice comes out too small T

wirh a girl that puts a laugrung reco~d o¡::.----- ==--;;j"'--==============================:i
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in.another room
As 1 approach the state of pure euphoria
my eyes are gringo spies and 1
r
\

may anytime be changed to birds ~

by a Tungus explosion that controls time
but 1 am no apocal yptic kid
and cannot sleep because of the thunder
under the summer afternoon
and my dumb bird's eye starts
out of my head
and flies around the world
in which a girl puts on
her record made of flesh
And 1 am animals without clothes
looking for a naked unity
but I'rn divided up into countries
and I'm in Tibet on potato legs
and am a strange kind of clown
with befloured face and hair plastered down
and cannot sleep because of the thunder
under the needle my flesh turns under
She has turned it on
She has turned it cver
She has turned me on
to play my other side
 PENGUIN MOI>ERN POETS 5 LAWkENCE F
ERLI~GHETTr

Big Fa! Hairy Vision 01Evil i a~1oparaGoid abour evil

EvlllS forty years old
an~ i~ my wrong mind
EVJllS being out of my head
asleep or awake
Evil evil evil evil
Evu passe« hi;~;J
\\Oorld is evil
:hru filtertips-'~'f'minct
Life is ev il
In por visions
l\ll is evil
if 1 ride thc horse of hate where a"liarse walks o
with its evil hooded eye 0
a horse who Wants t o eat me
turning warld to evil ~1orse eats consciousneo:s
Evil is death warmed over ~am afraid cf it
I a.n runnine-
Evil is Live spelkd backward o, b
I nate you evil
Evil is lamb burning bright
Evil is love fried upan a spit mad horse
and turned upon itself We all go mad
Evil is sty in eye of universe when we die
hung upon a coughing horse ?ut to ride m.id horse alive
1S a form of dying
that follows me at night
thru a hollow street ~ach mad day a deatb
1 arn paranoid about it
wearing blin¿ers
Evil is grecn gloves inside out Evil is out to catch. me
H
next to a double martíni "1.0!:s.eis humping after me
on a cocktail table weanng blinders
Evil is lush with horse teeth Horse wants me to mount
Evil is running after me H?rse wants me to ride
wlthout a halter
with glue feet
i am running from it
i'm running
Evil is screwing strangers with two feet
¡'m afraid
after cocktail parties • 1
1 (jo[¡'t want to die
Poor den flesh not evil
Lonely meat not evil
But evil is gooking
in mywindúw
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;<¡ith a J.lo11owbaton
1 wi-h a screwy message in it
'1
E '1 evil evil evil evi1 evil eV1 1I awhich I can't
strange quite decipher
message
even 1 k no evil J
~ f rtbree
VI no
see ear nonaked
.-, W'ithrr,onkeys
o spea Th,:~~'G~,p~ I'an in aecstatic baton :,-=-::;::::::;:---,
hollow m~e~s~s~a:
•• -::::::::;:::;:;
Ebcnv Buddh" . I shut ecl.thnr tu es oE earth
. e, u
;~ :1.. ",,;1 eyes
L~ • ',~------l-----jAUP~a~riJs
Dan -ino l:::'nshm pneumatique
Bronze Irnage ot '- , b lost in Mac:"s basement
1S ovil ofD~ath i must not drop it and lose the message
Tibetan Conqm:rer . whir:h i've never been able to read
draped in hurnan skin on the run

is evil i'm still running with it

Slllgmg .-
. . Bodh.i~attv'l Hors~ still run..ling behind
is evil Horse will catch me in the living Ci1Q
in evil eyes
b dy fi.oures He'lllie
. h down
h oa top of me
A1l those roo b in my orse aír gra-;'e
running after me He wíll gnaw my lowest bone
evil eyeballs wíth his dingbat teeth
roUing after me He will stretch his legs along my limb
will catch up to me to make me one with hírn
stony fl.owers faU on me Hvrse willlick my hol'sy face
if i don't watch ou: wíth his gluepot tongue
Flo\'.'crs aren't ev jj Horsc will puke on me
but power is evil Poop his b::ked potatoes out on me
Captain Bigarini in death's insanity
with his sad sad salutes and i will eat thar naked lunch
is evil
Naked Lunch
.
. . his evil
h
luncof hate
brunch
that turns me into him
in the death of that god \
because ít lS te. which is COnSci0113J1:;S~
itsclf
i am not ready to eat it Ah but i wiíi not look out
i arn not that ho ogrv before that date
i am afraid thru Horse's fur windows
icannot run forever and vomir landscapes 1
i'm a relay runner _ (;, ..
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"' POETS 5
LAWRENCE FERLINGHErn

He And his eye fixes ÍtseIf

(10 .Allen GilJ.fberg) on t:!verystray person or thing
and waits for it to mÚVe

I h come back
rcohets í1! like a cat wíth a dead white mouse
.H- , _. ets c '.1 ~ •• _., • Suspec:ting it oE hiding
J , , h Old est<llr.e.
~e1's=~tep
He 1
had a beard In, ter h orl~~1_:ft:rl:_=======¡~s~0~m~~e~~.~aiil~C¡2i~~r~itoi~ex:i:n;e;n;c~e~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
, fo reveal1tse
eison~~~w~~ProPT :~;'=~~~~~~~~~~~~n~d~h~e~W~~~~~g~C~n~cl!X~~~~~~==== _
but shaved it cff In Pater.oj his ne or erseIf or himseIf

1
1
<,
'
H, has a micro

and he" mo -
phoi ~ aro une
at a poetry reading
.c

re than one poet

.
and he is an nld man pcrp
etually writing a poom
I an d hee rs
, made into rnad cutlets
A dh
n
'k
, pie s up "_"y
°
1 1arn b E G o d
i genr 1o as tne

' ,
'"'P'''ou,
. and he pieb up 'Vcry person o, 'hing
°
bi
J'"
about an old m",
third thought lS . Death t ""'mining it and 'haking ít
whose «v=v ; like, whi" rno"'e-With, píece of «úng
and who is writing a poem who thinb the thing" ,live
about an old manhi d thought lS Deat
is Death ¡"I and shakes it to speak
whose ev cry t Ir and ~hakes it alíve
and
Like who is writing
the picture aQ
on a: l'~:~" box
a box 0", and ,h,." 'o
h ir 'pe,",
h
t shows a fip'ure holding up e is a car w o crecps ar night
t at : hi h is-;. picture of a figure ano ,¡"p, hi, buddh<thoodin 'he violer hou-
holding up a box 11
upon W re and li""" for the sound of 'hcee hands abour 'o clap
and the figure smaller a?d sma er and reads the script oEhis brainpan
and further away each t1m~ , lf his heiroglyph of existence
tsc
a picture of shrínking reality lb ¡. :fe is a talking asshol on a stick
h
He is one of t e pro , d report e
phets come ac (, í he is a walkie-talkie on two legs
to see to hear to file a revrse and he holds his phone to his ear
on the present state and he holds his phone to hís mouth
Heofhas thebuttonhooks
shrinking world' hi,s eyes
in and hears Deatb deatb
1,"•.~ W hi
\\",'.'1, . r.h h" fasrcns
• on
e has onc hcad with une tongue hung
to every foot of existence
in the back of rus mouth

¡
don to every shoestring rumor
an li and he speaks wírh an animal tongue
of the nature of rea ty
and man has devised a language
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LA WRENCE PERLINGHEl'l'I

that no other animal understands

anfd she.esligh! ligh! and hears death L _,l.
and bis tongue sees and y.,;~ tongue speaks o w ich b rl "·'''fJ
'J
F' no o_y c¡:eaks
and his own ear hears what is said or he 1Sa head \Virh a bead's '.
and clings to his head and hi . h VlS10n
,IS 15 ~.• e lizard' s 1001"
and hea-s Death deatl: and his unbutto d '. '
and he has a tongue to say it
1
.' : . t • '. ne visron is the d' .
1' rn, \VnJcn he st an ds and waits 1"d hOO! ..
that no other animal understands 1 the hand thar J...nocksand 1 '''' ear ,
He is a forked root walking I ~ hi,s Dea!/; De.:;!h 'uaps and c1aps and knocks
'1'
with a knot-hole eye in the middle of his head !, ./:"01:1le 1S l1S ox.n ecstatic illurni .
and his eye turns outward and inward and h ' hi natlOn
" e IS 18own hallucination ~.
and sees and is mad and h~ is his own shrinker
and is mad and sees and his eye turns in the shrinkino- .
And he is the mad eye of the fourth persol1 singular and hears his or b head of tue world

of which nobody speaks J f . gan speak Dea!h Dea!h

a uea mUS1C
and he is the voice of the fourth person singular
FOa~~ehha~COlme~t the end of the worla
in which nobody speaks
1,,· d h e 1S t re Rlppy Ares h made word
-::-r~~-==='---==-
and which yet exists
with a long head and a foolscap face ! :~d theeS!~:~si:he word he hears in his flesh
and the long mad hair of deatb I Dea.f,b
of which nobody speaks
And be speaks of himself and he speaks of the dead
of his dead mother and his Aunt Rose
with their long hair and their long nails
that grow and glOw
and they come back in his speech without a manicure
¡
)¡
And he has come back with his black hair
and his black eye and his black shoes
and the big black book of his report
And he is a big black bird with one foot raised
to hear the sound of life reveal itself
on the shcll of hiJ scnsorium
and he speaks to sing to get out of bis skin
and be pecks with his tongue on the shell of it
Ii
and be knocks with his eye on the shell
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LA WRE;,CE FERLINGBET'l'I

Underwear 1 ~ Uod"w,""" ,ll we have b"""n us

1 dido't g" much sleep last night

.hirru1,inO'
L

Have :r
. ", about
ou
ever stoppe
underwear
d
LO con
sider " t,
I
"

j
You have seen the three-color
;;:i~=:~e:t:::~:~:t"
and three-way cirerch
j~¡-cUJ..i,llJ~iUll treedom of action
picr'Jres
'''engt),

I
I
underwear in the abstraer Don't be d("reived
When Syou
sorne 1O \.-reaíly • c!lg into
, it . ----------=¡I _t' ~·~e¿¡:::e;n-1Je wo-party system
U.Ll
l .king problerns-are •
raised which doesn't aUow much freedom of choice
r : .derwear is sornething the way things are ser up
we all nave to deal with
Evervone wears
sorne kind of underwear
I America in ;ts Underwear
strug.'3'les thrn [he nighr
Undcnvca, coot",i, ey"ything in the eod
Even Inciians ¡ Take fou;¡dation garments {O! ins~atlce
w-ar unclerwear
Even Cubans
I They are real1y fascist forms
of underground government
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wear underwear 1h ie t making people believe.

The Pope wears underwear op 1 something but the truth
Underwesr is worn by Negroes teiling you what you can or cari'r do
The Governor of Louisiana Did you ever try to get around a girdle
wears underwear Perhaps Noa-Violent Action
1 saw him on r'y is the only answer
He must have had tight underwear Did Gandhi wear a girdle?
He sauirmed a lot . bind Did Lady Macneth wear a girdle?
Und';"'= can really get you m, ; W" that why "'Obcth ",",de"d sleep >
Negroes often wear , And that spot she was a1ways rubbing _
white underwear : Was it real1y in her underwear?
which may lead to trouble Modern anglosaxon ladies
You have seen the underwear ads ¡must have huge guilt complexes
for rnen and women alwaysw",hing and "'''hing and ''',hing
alike but so different s¡:ct _ ruu úon't blot-
(\,;t 8,1tP.:1.<'<1
;o,nen" un<l-~",,,hdd, 6ing" "p IUndctwe" with spors v"y,u'piciou,
"en', underwear holds things down Iund"w~, with bu!g" ve,> 'hocki"g
d women
Underwear thingin common
is onehave IUndcnve" on c1oth"line a grear fl'g of f"edom
men an _ 69-
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LA WF.ENCE FERLINGHET'!I

Sorneone hgS escaped his Underwear

May be naked .""'ewhere
Come Lit witb Me a:zd Be A:fy Love
Helpl
Come lie with me and be my love
But don't worry
Evcrybody's still hung up in it
Love lie with me
There won't be no real revolution
And :~oetry still the underwear of the soul Líe down with me
And undcrwear still covering ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a multitude of faults
Uneler thecypress tree
in the geologicai ser.se -
strange sedimentary stones, ínscrutable cracks 1
In the sweet grasses
And that only thc beginning
For does not the body stay alive
\líIhere the wind lieth
after death
and still need its unelerwear
\líIhere the wind dieth
or outgrow it .
some oq~ans said to reach full maturity
As night pass es
only after the heael stops holding them back?
If I were vou l' el keep aside
Come He with me
an oversi~e pair of winter underwear
Do not go nakeel into that g:Jod night
AlI night with me
Anel in the meantime
keep calm and warm anel ury
A.nd have encugh of kissing me
No use stirring ourselves up prematurely
'over Nothing'
And have enough of making love
Move forward with elignity
hand in vest
And let my lizard speak to thee
Don't get emotional
And death shall have no elominion
And let our two selves speak
There's pIenty of time my darling
.l.lrt we uot ::::~il!/0nD.g and easy
All nigi,~ nnder the cypress tree
Don't shout
\líIithout making lo ve

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• PENGUIN MODERN POETS ) LA WP..E.K'CE
Orte Thousand Pcarfu/ Words for
Fide! Castro
1am sitting in Mike's Place trying to figure out
what's going to happen
without Fidel Castro
Among the ~,l~<lm; sandwiches and, s.?ittoon...•
1 see no solution
s-=:..,,;;
It's going to be a tragedy
1see no way out
among the adrcen and slumming models
and the brilliant snooping columnists
who are qualifi.edte call Castro psychotic
because they no doubt are doctors
and have examinen hirn personally
and know a parancid hysterical tvi ant when they see 0r:e
because they have it on firsr hand
frorr. personal observation by the Cl~
and the greaL disinterested news ~ervl~e.s
And Hearst is dead but his great Cuban wire stili stands:
'You get the pictures, 1'11 make the War'
1see no answer
1see no way out
among the paisanos playing pool
it looks like Curtains for Fidel
They're going to fi.x his wagon
in the course of human events
In the back of Mike's rhe pinball machines
shudder and leap frorn rhe floor
when Cuban Charlie shakes them
and tries to work his will
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!
on one named "Independence Sv.'e-::l)~t:!!:-::s'
Each pinball waudered lonely as aman
siphons thru .ind sinks
no matter how he twists and turns
A billiardball falls in ? felt pocket
l.ke a !:",e?:z,;1t
in a r,reen landscape
~""'~-===-----
You're whirling around in your little hole
'--""~F~id~elL~·~~~~--":==:::======:::;
and you'lI soon sink
ir; the course of hurnan events
On the nickelodeon a cowboy ballad groans
'Got myself a Cadillac' the cowhand moans
He didn't get it in Cuba, baby
Outside in the night of Nortb Beach' Amerje
the new North American cars flick by
from Moto:::arna
their headlights never bright enough
to dispel this night
ir. the course of human events
Three creepy rnen con.e in
One ís Chinese
One is Negro
One is sorne kind of crazy Indian
They look like they may have been
. walking up and down in Cuba
but they haven't
AlI three have hearing aids
It's a little deaf hrotherhood of Americans
The skinny one screws his heanilg aid
in his skinny ear
He's also got a little transistor radio
the same size as his hearing aid box
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 I'E!\:GU;N \\fODERN POET3 5 LA \VRENCE
For a mornenr T confuse the two
The radio squawl:s
s..rne kind of memorial progtam:
e \\"hen i 11 (he course of human events
it bcrorncs ncccssary for one people
t() d issolve the political bonds
which havc connccted the:n with another -'
1 see no way out, "
no escape
Hc's r uncrl ;n on yon! frequcncy, Fidel
but can't hear it
There's interference
It's going to be
a big evil tragedy
They're going to fix you, Fidel
with your big Cuban cigar
which you stole from us
and your army surplus bat
which yC111probably also stole
and your Beat beard
History may absolve you, Fidel
but we'll dissolve you first, Fidel
You'll be dissolved in-historv
We've got the solvent J 'My Country or-Death ' you told thern
we've got tbe chaser
and we'll have a líttle party
somewhere down your way, Fidel
lt's going to be a Gas
As they say in Guatemala
Outside of Mike's Place now
an ambulance sirens up
It's a midnight murder or something
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t Some young bearded guy stretched on the sidewaJk
with blood Siickiúg cut
Here's your little tragedy, Fidel
They're coming to pick you up
and stretch yon..9n their Stre.chcr
Thar's what happens, Fidel
when in ihe course of human events
it becomes necessary for <?nepeople to rlissolve
the bonds of Intemational Te! & Tel
and United Fruit
Fidel
How come yO;}dori't answer anyrnore
Fide!
, Did they cut you off our frequency
'We've closed down our station anyw~y
i' We've turned you off, Fidel----
t
r
l
1was sitting in Mike's Place, Fidel
waiting for someone else to act
like a good Liberal
1 hadn't quite finished reading Carnus' Rebel
so 1 couldn't quite recognize you, Fidel
walkirig up and down your island
whcn they carne for you, Fidel
Well you've got your little death, Fidel
like old Honest Abe
one of your boyhood heroes
who also had his little Civil War
and was a diflerent kind of Liberator
(since no one was shot in bis war)
and also was murdered
in the course of human events
 PE~GUI-", MCDERN POETS
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Fide! ... Fid.J . J
your coffin passes by f

I
thru lanes and streets you never knew
thru 2ay and night, Fidel
\Villle lilacs lest i11 the dooryarcl bloom, Fidel
yUUI ÍUL;;C: 1rip is done
yet is not done
and ís not futile
1give you my sprig of laurel
 ALI EN GINSDERG

A Stlpermarket in California
lt \\1hat thoughtsI havc ofyou tonight, Walt Whitman, fOI
II walkcd down the si<:lestreetsunder the trees with a head-
f'..~~:
rcl2e self-conscious l?okir::; ~t th" :T..C0i1.
i n rny hungry fatigue, and shopping for lmages, 1 went

t to the neon fruit supermarket,_drea:ning

eracionsl
r What peaches and what'
of yourenu- --

penumbras! Whole farnilies

~hopping at night! Aisles fu11 of husbands! Wives in
e avocados, babies in the tomatoes! - and you, Garcia
orca, what were )"0U doing down by tl.e watermelons?

t 1 saw you, \'V'altWhltman, childless, ionely old gr:u~b~b~e~r,~

oking among the meats in the refrigerator-and-eyeing t le
.rocery boys.
1 hcard yon asking questions of each: \\7ho killed the
=,.-.---=,...,-====

rk chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

1 wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans
llowing you, and followed in my imagination by the stcre
tective,
We strode clown the open corridors together in our
litary fancy tasting artichokes, pcssessing every frozen
licacy, and never passing the cashier.
,\X/here are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close
an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the
ermarket and feel absurd.)
W'illwe walk all night through solitary streets? The trees
shade to shade, Jights out in the h8USe." we'll both be
iely.
i'v'ill we stroll clreaming
t blue automobiles in driveways,
tage?
 ,
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pF..1'-'GUIN ~!ODERl'~ POETS 5 1

Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old cou~age-t~ache~, Jr Sufra a

I
what America did you have when Charon qUlt poling his
ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watelt- 1 wa1ked on the bb e tincan banana dock and sat
ing the bozt disappear on the black waters of T.ethe? clown under th)de of a Souther., Pacific jo~o-
motive to lookl'u::::set over the box house hills
and cry, /
I ]ack KerOlla ''Oleon a buste-i rusty iran pole,
t companiol' c sa~
i o

~_>,tthe same.rthcughts of the sou1,

."'"'.!.:~. olue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the
fgnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
e oily water on the rivcr mirrored the red sky, sun sank
on wp of final Prisco peaks, no íish in that stream, no
ermit in those mounts, ¡ust ourselves rheumy-eyed
no hungover like old bums or, the riverbank, tired
.nd wily.
,ok at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gra
haciow against the sky, big as aman, sittiog dry on top
, fa pile of ancient sawdust -
rushed up enchanzed - it was my first sunflower,
emories of Blake - my visions - Harlem
Heils of the Eastezn rivers, bridges c1anking loes
reasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black tread-
ess tires forgotten and unretreaded, the poeffi of the
iverbank, condoms & pots, steel knives, nothing stain-
~ss, only the dank muck and the razor sharp artifacts
assing into the past -
¡, the gray Sunílower poised against the sunset, crackly

leak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of
lden loco motives in its eye -
'ila of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a
lattered Cf0\O:U, seeds 'c::lien (.:1: cf its Í::.ce, scon-to-
-tootwessmouth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on

I
hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb,
es stuck out Iike arms out of the stem, gestures from
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I ALLEN GINSBERG

the sawr'ust root, broke pieces of plaster fallen out of r y ou were never no 1ocomotive,
the black t\Vib~' a dead fly in irs ear, Sunflower.
1 sunfl.ower! - you were a
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my
soul, 1 loved yon then i
¡-
~1you Loeomotive, you are a Iocomotive, forzet me not I
The grime was no man's grime but death and human loeo- o - gr~bbe~ up the skelp.ton thick sunflower and stuek it a~
motives,
a11that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad skin,
I :UY, ~lde like a scepter,
ano ceuver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul too and
anyone who'Il listen ''
,

that smog of check, that eyelid of black mis'ry, that

sooty' hand or phallus or protuberance cf .artificial dustv Inot OUT ski ;'~~'ít1~·m~~iftFn~~~~~~bj¿~;;;;;;;;;;;::
We're .- , . rfCl our rea - J,
usty lmageIess loeomotíve, we're a11 beautiful golden
worse-than-dirt -- industrial - modern - al1 that
sunfiowers inside we're blesseci b
civilization spotting your erazy golden erown - Id hai y our own seed &
and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless eyes ~o en a1.ry naked aecomplishment-bodies growing
and ends and withered roots below, in the home-pile on b mad blac:k formal sunflowers in the sunser spied
0.t: . y o~r eyes under the shadow of the rnad loco-
oí sand and sawdust, rubber dollar bilis, skin of
rnachinery, the guts ar.d innards of the weepin n:ouve rJ:~rbank sunser Frisc"Ü hilly tincan evenin
sltdown vision. g
coughing car, the empty lonely tineans with their rus., __ ;,
tongUl~s alack, what more eould 1 name, the smoke-
ashes of some eock cigar, the eunts of wheelbarrow-
and the milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of
chairs & sphineters of dynamos - a11these
cntangled in your mummied roots - and you there standing
before me in the sunset, al1 your glory in your form!
A perfect beauty of a sunfluwer I a perfeet excellent lovely
sunfl.ower existeneel a sweet natural eye to the new hip
moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sun-
set shadow sunrise golden monthly breezel
How many flies buzzed round you innoeent of your grime,
while you cursed the heavens of the railroad and your
flower soul?
Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?
whcn ~iLIyou look at yeu! ski.i and decide you were an
impotent dirty old .loco motive ? the ghost of a loco-
motive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad
American locomotive?
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ALLEN GINSBERG

America ~merica I fee1 sentimental ab _ .

~'iroerica l used to b CUt the Wobolies.
America. I've given you all and now I'm nothing. e a commun' t L
sorry is W.eenI was a kl'd l'
America two dcllars and twenty-seven cents January 17, • . n:: not
1956. : ::~;ce m~ijuana every chance 1gct,
-- my illJUSefor da s ~
1 can't stand my own mind .
the closet. y on end ~nd stare ar ;~,e toses in
.America when will we end the human war? Wnenl
Go fuck
. up·there's o- ' get
1don't feel good don't bother me. You sbould have bOJ.ng to be trouble.

Lwon't write r"y poem tr'U"1m m my ngnt'" min d . -My psychoanalyst seen
thinksmel' rpading
- _M arx,
.America whcn will you be angelic? I won't say the T ord' p rr- perfectly right.
\'7hen will you take off yOTIrclothes? r have mystical vision: anr~:er. . ,
When will yon look at yourself throngh the grave? America J still hav' oSUUcvlbration~.
~m~~bew~~~purmi~~U ..~k~y_=~~_s_~_~~_a_~~~:r~h:e~a~m~e~~e~n~tm~al~dRY~OBu~,.w~hpa_t~y.o.u.~~~~~~~~_~~~~~~~_
America why are your libraries fuU of tears? -"
Ame-rica when will you send your eggs to India?--- l' d .
I'm sick of vour insane dernands,

wit
,

world,
.
When can 1 go into the supermarket and buy what 1 need
' h my goo d 1ooks ~
, ,
i
. .
I . Aro a dressIng you,

l'
America after all it lS you and 1who are perfect not the next . Id'
re you
M.

tU o sessed b Y"

. rea it every week.

.
'
,lsolng to let your emotional Iif b
agazme;>'
L
,.
Y 11118J.V[agazine.
1e

,
e run by Ti"''!
,,,.

, , Its Cover stare

Y our machinery IS too much for me, 'd s ar me every time I slí k
y ou made me want to be a saint, I can, y~tore. In' past the COIner
read rt In th b
There rnust be some other way to settle this argu.:nent. "It's al _ e, asement oE the Berke1e Pi bl' '
Burroughs is in Tangiers 1 don't think he'll come back it's.· .ways telling me about responsibiJty ~ I~ Llbrary.
sinister. senous. Movie prod . USlnessmen are
Are you being sinister or is this sorne form of practica . :r serious bu t me. Ucers are serious. Bv ery b ody ' s
joke? < t occurs to me that 1arn A .
. T lk' merlca
I'm trying to come to the point. . arn ta lllg ~o myself again. .
1refuse to give up my obsession.
j,mer:lca stop pushing 1know what I'rn doing. sia Is rising against me.
America the plum blossoms are falling. haven't g t h'
,, o a e Inaman's chan
1haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday som ? d better consider m ' ceo
body goes on trial for murder, y national' y natlOnal resources.
resources consist oE tw ' ,
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¡¡
Ai,LEN GINSBERG
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millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature t.. The Russía wants to eat us alive, The Russía's power •..nad.
that goes 1,400 miles an hour and twentyfive thousand I\, She wants to tcke our can: from out our gar~ges.
mental institutions, l Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a h.ed Readers'
1 say nothing about my prisoris nor the millions of under- ¡, Digesc, Her wants our auto plants mSiberia, Him big
. privileged who live in my flowerpots under the light ¡ bureaucracy running out fillingstarions.
of íive hundrcd suns. ·t That no good. Ugh. Him makc Indians learn read. Hirn
1 have abolished the whorel.cuses of France,l anglers is the l. need big bhek niggers. Hah. Her make us all work
nextto go. ~w>n-
\iy ambition is to be President despite the~fx(:r-tmrt I'm a
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~Sl~·x~t~ee~n~h~o~l~lr~s~a~d~aly~.~Hfe~J~p~.
.l.I.merieathis 18 quite serious.
Catholie. America this is the impression 1 get from looking in the
I television set.
Ameriea how can 1 write a holy litany in your silly mood? I America is this correet?
1 will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as indi-
vidual as bis automobiles more so rhey're all difíerent
I
¡
l' d better get right down to the job.
It's true 1 don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in
sexes. , precision parts faetG.t1es l2m-aea'fsighted aftd psyeho-
America I will sell you strophes $2.500 apieee $500 downc, parhi o ••

on your old strophe America I'm putting my queer shoulcler to the wheel,
America free Tom Mooney
Ameriea save the Spanish Loyalists
Ameriea Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist
Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per
ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeehes were free
everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a
good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a
grand oId man a real menseh Mother Bloor made me
cry I onee saw Israel Amter plain, Everybody must
have been a spy.
.America :,ron don't really want to );0 te- war.
AmerÍca it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians thern Russians and them Chinamen. And
them Russians.
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ALLEN GINSBERG

* I

I
* * Wbat monstrn,,~ n~w ecclesiastical design on the en tire
un ¡verse unfolds in the dying Pope's brain?
POEM Scíentist alone ís true poet he gives us the moon
Rocket ,bec~::i~,):Sth::e stars hc'll make us a new universe if it

¡o E.instein 1should ha Ve sent you my flaming mss.

F EInstein 1should nave p¡l::;rimaged ro you- white hair¡
w
pI Cosnlos
fcllo ,,,.,11<,, 1 w,;" you, po,," io A,""crJrun in the

t ere
, ... h Spinozú grounJ his rnagic .Icnses long ago
write yOL! a poem long ago

"'*,,,.'",
'ewer -
,., 1= 1'm n'k'd Withou,id,o,¡,y
'Be a Siar-scz with human fa..l
.... ..... l' *****-** . ,
o~~~~e~a~d~Y~~mY;ff,e~e~t:a~r;e~w~~a~S~h~e~di~nd~e~a~th~~:::;;;;;:;~;¡;;¡::::::::::::::::::::::
G:cegory Corso 'l't'1110 Q1;~li>€Tclv t:han lEe h en mark
" ncw rooon . ,~ . .
O'lGlonger
j10 '
my'y"",:
• moonRomeo

- ey ebrow , goof moo

. dnmk,o nv'H""", 1 col'uyriad
Sadtace 1D
n f age ess
. H aven \V, e g" to h," o ,
O ossible moon in ie
t ".
00' fold of th, umvcroe whcr,
.
was "
'o srar muJOpl,Lcrun, of 'Unligh,all the
''''' "",,thought

Wh,,,,,,",
ch ot nhkc and S"dl" saw M,ltoo dwdhog as m a ""tty
. "'m,

;'cll"'oo, of o"o'~ll is possible so we'Il reac "O ,""pl, brooding in hi, blindn", '''iog all "
as T

God is possible as Jw at last 1 can speak to you be10ved brothers of an

life. n,;:nown rooon
d r f .
politician
. . , s earth weepmgd b' screarru
an wa
ingring
madmen
in eter r ~ apors
Yous ofsquatting
EterUlty in whatever form amidst Platonic
Moon tar disturbe Y anoth" Star,
Ho
tho notllywood
onef s . .rnaking secret deals with fla you ear roy poeros or read them
i1 tyooons coro , . " . d'
Rornania "Zc with "lurolnumblind pl",,, 00 ,uul", P"Il"?
o s=» p1u~: ians $,,,,,n- Cuban revol~'~::hoH,
. church 'oopluS'
on M",. ''''u,l", & '""p' data Wlt" m '6"cr,o,
"u,'o",,?
ou d''''mof o,
e life
slave
Old camp'd
an ne,W side by side, wr ceptabl n,"lec h",,', <o
", ycur ffIow,'Yg,,,u
G d~ ,,,,,pto, 'Y''"'k,ts?
',t OD rave
hl- mmed [uniter
in '11Buddha be ac you ave VlSlOns o o,

Mothe
1J.L • Uranus
a stolid -planets . temples
wi h way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions
. on Nept 'un,?
flowering
. find Zoroastnan
or will we _ 88 ~
 PENGUIN MODERN POETS 5 ALLEN SINS::JERG

I
This is my rocket my personal rocket 1 send up my message k:
r
I
Europe! Europe/
Beyond I

\~.
. Someoue to hear me there W orld world world
My imrnortality 1 sít in my rocrn
without steel or cobalt basalt or diamond gold or mercurial imagine the future
fire sunlight rails 011 París
wíthout passports filing cabinets bits of pjJer warheacls 1am alone there is no
without myself finaliy ------------------------~~-----------Gne whQs~~~·~p~~~'f,~e~=;~~~~~~~~~~~~~=
-pure thought . t-- man has been mad man's
. message all and everywhere the same leve is 110t perfect 1
1 send up my rocket tú land on whatever plauet awaits it have not wept enough
preferably religious sweet planets no money my breast will be heavy
fourth dimensional planers where Death shows movies !, till death the cities
plants speak (courteously) of ancient physics and poetry
itself 1S manufactured by the trees _
L
the final Planetwhere the Great Brainof th TJ'n1v.@rse-sits,---t';¡;¡..------~'""'~~~;k;~.w.I.Q¡;;&. _
waiting for a poem to land in His golden pocket
.•..
(.". smoke of the furnace of
joining the other notes .mash-notes íove-sighs complaints- selfhúod makes tearless
musical shrieks of despair and the million unutterable eyes red in London but
thoughts of frogs no eye meets the sun
1 send you my rocket of amazing chemical
more than my hair my sperm or the cells of my body Flashed out of sky!!
the speeding thought that flies upward with my desire as hits Lord Beaverbrook's
instantaneous as the universe.and faster than Iight.; white modern solid
and Ieave all other questions unfinished for the moment to paper building leaned
turn back to sleep in my dark bed on earth. in London's street to
" bear last yellow beams
old ladies absently gaze
thru fog toward heaven
poor pots on windowsills
snake flcwers to strcet
Trafalgar's fountains splash
on noon-warmed pigeons
M yself beaming in ecstatíc
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 PE~GUIN MODERN POETS
1 ALLEN GINSBERG

wilderness 0[1 St Paul's dome

seeing the light on LOQ.dofi
l. salad arms & 1
loudmouth
'
egs In Africa
devou-s A ibi
l'

or here on a bed in París negro and white '''0_'': ra la

agai:1st the -d "uuuig

I
sunglow through the high goi en n '1 í
.R ussía m r upna ~
window on phster walls _,"" anuracture fe d J
J..LJ.lHlüns b e s
ut no dr k
Meek crowd ur~derground -,-----dream Ma~o un can
rainbow "yaK~~V~s~~' <y s~~,~~;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'
sUlCide .'.
SJ.l'lts ?erish ereeps over ma hi -
and ba . ac inerv
~treetwomen-roeet lacklovc cktalj, to th• e SUD
unde.: gaslamp ano neon
no woman in house t-Jves r1lie in bed .n E urope
í

husoanu in fiower unity a one in old red un d er

nor boy leves boy soft wear symbolir' of d '
for' ,eSlr'"
fire in bi:e3.stpolities 1, umon with ' ..
but man's 1 ,lmmortality
electricity seares downtown . Oye s not rf
In Februar' . pe ect
radio sereams for mooey y lt razns
police lignt on TV screens as once for Baudelaire
1aughs at dim lamps in one hundred
planes roar ;!ethars ~go
empty rooms tanks erash ..I.L.l e al!
thru bombshell no dream ~~rs racc. thru streets
of man's joy is made movie t cnow where they go
think faetory pushes junk o death but th t '
it is that d ha lS O K
autos tin dreams of Eros b eat comes
mind eats its flesh in efore life that
has 10ved p .. no man
geekish starvation and no erreetly
1, gets bliss in ti no one
man's Euck is holy for
man's work is most war
¡ m k' me new
an ind is not born
1! 1 weep for this . ~at
and herald the a~tlqulty
Bony China hungers brain for 1 Ml11ennium
\"15h over power darn and L saw rbe Atl .
rayed d - autrc sun
America hides mad meat own frorn
at Dover o h a vast c10ud
in refrigerator Britain tanl-er' n t e sea dilfs
cooks J erusalem too long up
~ size of ant h
eaved
France eats oil and dead on ocean under shininO'
b
 \ ALLEN GINSBERG

\
\ Yo Autlt Ros:?
un. fl.yirO' 1
doud and seag . ,'0 Aunt Roce - now - might 1 see you
" a
't'S enOless with your thin face and l:::.:dc tooth smile and pain
tlu:U sun ug . inEtetnity
\
1adde!S st!eatnIDg,.. d fields , of rheurnatism - and a long black heavy shoe
. the n1y1.1'<l
to ants 1n f1.üwers l for your bony left leg
f Eng1and to sun ., limping dcwn the long hall in Newark 00 the-
O Ilt- 1i"\~t:lt\T e
.•. ......+- un to t ----
J 1 • o- ~asHhe-bb.ck gran,a piafl
pel.'· r , . d 1 hins ''''apln""
•
nunu.~o
"~ rr nlCl oP
u rainbo-w . ID th:e aay room
."'~u
u.u Mediterranea.J ~tearn in '\ndes .
H ,J..
where the parties were
Whi>e srnoke anu , .. and 1 sang Spanish loyalist songs
. s glittenug
Asi,,'s rlVer . 1 in a high squeaky voice
d t) l!l one
blind pocts e~L e 00 hillsides (hysterical) the committee listening
Apollon\c radlanc . bs while you lirnped around the room
littered. witb ernpty torn collected (he money -
Aunt Honey, Uncle Sarn, a stranger with a cloth arm
in his pocket
and huge :¡'oung bald head
of Abraham Lincoln Brigade

your long sad faee

yúur tears of sexual frustration
(what smothered sobs and bony hips
under the pillows of Osborne Terrace)
- the time 1 stood on the toilet seat naked
.1,
and you powdered rny thighs with Calornine
against the poison ivy - my tender
and shamed first black curled hairs
what were you thinking in secret heart then
knowing me a man already -
nd I an ignorant girl of family silence on the thin pedestal
I of my legs in the bathroom - Museum of Newark.
 \
ALLE~l GINSBERG
F. RN pOETS 5 \,
PBNGUIN MOD "
The Lion for Real
-: nt.ROS~ . El'der is witb l· , Soyez muerte pOi.U moi, conternplative Iclvle , .. '

Bíder is dead, B1t e" d Ernily"Broe.te 1 carne home and found a lion in my living room
, 1ane
Ta01burl r is an
in Eternlty
. , Osborn Terrac'e "",.
Rushed out on the fire-escape screaming Lion! Lion!
e
11' still,
o- a gbos t
on,
'fhough 1see yo',}wa dJ1b n dark ha!l LO 1.lle ••u"· ~
r . - _. ,.lC8! l', Two stenographers pulled their brunette hair and banged

down the l~ g , 'hed smile

limpwg a r1ttle wltb ba plfi
,
, w~at O1ust a
m·
C
ve been a Sll"k en
flower dress , '
---
Newark
r' the window shut ~~;:;;~~=~~~~~~~~¡¡i!!!~iiiiiiiiiiiii
1hurried horne to Pat~d=l t-ay

G Hed up my old Reichian analyst

his V1Sltto ' who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana
f ther rbe Poet, on "
welcorning rny a "". g in the üvmg room "It's happened' 1 panted "There's a Lion in my room'
- sec you arnVl!l CI1'
npled leg
, on your r 'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value ' he hung
dancmg· ,'b ok
, hanas 1ns o , up.
anJ. dapp¡ng .' d b . Lívertght
bad been aceepte )
, out of business ,
d Líverigbt s gone. . e out of pnnt
}líder is dead an E erlasting f,1mute ar , , , 1 kissed him ano announced 1 had a lion with amad
The Attic oj tbe Past and v 'd his last silk stock¡ng 'L
gleam in my eye
Dnele Bart:y SOl, d cing schoo1
, . terpretIve an , Old We wound up fightíng on the floor 1 bit his eyebrow & he
Claire qU1tlfi , kl.ed rnonutnent in , kicked me out
Buba sit~ a wrtn blioking at new bables 1 ended masturbating in his jeep parked in the street rnoan
Lad1es Borne
ing 'Lion.'
u was the hospital kin
Iast time 1 saW yo otrud¡ng uoder as~en s ,~Found Joey my novelist friend and roared at hirn 'Lion!'
p<.leskull P: d
blue velfie une
ooscious glIl He looked at me interested and read me his spontaneous
, ygen tent 1, ignu high poetries
in an ~x d d long ago [ listened for lions all 1 heard was Elephant Tiglon Hip-
. Spalfi has en e
the war 111 • pogryph Unicorn Ants
Aunt Rose
ut figured he really understood me when we made it in
, 19na:'. \l(TtSdOC1'S batb room.

ut next day he sent me a leaf from his Smokey Mountain

retreat

1
 P!:.NGl.'IN MODERN POETS 5
ALLEN GINSBERG
'1 leve you little Bo-Bo with four delicate golden lions
But there being no Self e nd No Bars tberefore the Zoo of stopped eat!!:!g r,J,yselfb
",1-.;1 T, ,
.•une .L "laa nightm
e got weake d
r an roared • '
your dear Father hath no Lion Eat b "ares a, rugbt
You saíd your mother was mad don't expect me to produce __'r
en y lían In b 00 k store on C "
the Monster for your Bridegroom.' ~C"" starved by> P c. OsmlC Campus a 1"
Ho ,roleSSor Kandi "Ion my-
" phouse clrCu!!, sky, dY1ng in a lion's
1 woke up ,
Confused dazed and exaired bethougbt me oí real iion motrungs th Ii
Bo 'T' e Jon
starvc . In 15 sun ' _lr.LLl _
di hi " Lr.~err~~~~~~~~~~~=+;¡;;;¡;¡~!!IIiiII.oiirii-_5e~rr~1~bl~e~u,~s~~~l::i:ru$~~mi~~~~iliI-=;¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡'¡¡¡¡:=
J,-
k' • -

Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast I It or cue ¡'
of his anzer ,', got up that afternoon - lk
~ on the ';\'a11• wa ed to tbe doo . ,
He roaring hungriIy at the plaster walls but nobody couId L '.0 steady its trembr r w1th rts paw
hear him outside thru the window et out a sou] rendin =s body
bis mouth g creak from the bottom1
:M,' eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment h . ess roof nf
building standing in deafen ing stillness t undering . from lny fl - oor te hea h
ar rugbt in Mexico ven cavier than a vol
Pushed the d cano
\YIe gazed at each other his implacable yello '~-"--t->--t ' oor ORen ancl '..E!'
red halo of fur
- hlS"'fj
me Baby - uut 1\villsai b In a=gJ:"aveUy .~m:~~;:::========
voice' ot
e back again,'
\YIaxed rheumy on my own out he sropped roaring and
Líoo that eats my mi d
bared a fang greeting. n now for d
1 turned my back and cooked broccoli Ior supper on an your hunge! a ecade knowing .onl
Not the blí . Y
iron gas stove ss of yonr satisf: '
how arn 1 chosen actlOn O roar of tbe Un¡'
boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tub under rhe ·1 hi ' verse
sink board. in t s life 1bave heard our '
. bave served y proflllse 1arn ready to die 1
your starv d d
He didn't eat me, tho 1 regretted him starving in rny I e an andent P
. room at you- Merey. ' resence O Lord 1 wair in my
presence,
Next week he wasted away a sick rug full ofbones wheaten
~ hair falling out
enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge hairy
j head on his paws
by the cgg-crste bookcase filled up witb rhin volurnes of
Plato, & Buddha.

I
I

Sat by his side every night averting my eyes from

hungry motheaten face
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Eecause this world is 011 the

MODER¡"

Magic Psalm
I'oF.rS

wi!l3 and what cometh no man

I Tbat whicb 1 b' 1"
do
A.LLEN

D ,g eye - EmIr a1ways 1 l. --~

es~retbat ereated me. 0'"
GINSBER

e leve - haw>
OOon

1 ,-
G

k
,
' '.

se\::- eud1ess1y in 1 af
a~: ~ 1"~~1e~makes me tbink _e
can know
O Phantom that my mind pursues from year to year deseend
frorn heavcn to this shakinz flesh
I th '
Man, know Death,'
posslb.l~ wC)~lrl
. a., makes my Besh sh k
"-'.
D;::;~ s. r~lQe
1~my bOdy, Desire all
surpaSslllg the Bab'1 .
} On1an
carch up my Beeting eye in the vast ~\.ay that knows no do ' k a e oro-asm
bounds --Inseparable~Master ~~ - ~ ~~~~n~t~,~·n~0~w~~e~,~~~.~;·~n.~--~~~~;;~;;~~~
~

, 1" d
reo e ou s -
T

,
- . h II

-
Giant outside ime wit a its falling eaves -
1 G'
the Universe - Magician in Nothingness where appear

Unspeakable King of the roads that are gone - Unintel-

eruus o

.
f

! 1 I
",
iron bale'
T
l' an -lnd to sav h

arn hy hroph~t
bearabl 1\¡
that l.-no "Th
1:" -

el\a111.::t' r:
eom~
y t e great bell tolis
onres in every ly¡jlij
hon on unlVerse
h'
1e t 1Swor1d t
11 U rny 5 senses hideo'
,
a goldl'n toneon

o seream
an un-
, í', S v Hand '. US sl:x:th
ligible Horse riding out of the graveyard - sun~set eleetrie b lb J

' on lts Invisible phall

, , ~ u s of cleath us, c)Vered wí h

' X'
spread over Cordillera and insect - Gnarl Moth - Peaee, Resolver h - 1t
G rrever
. _.. Laug h Wlíth no mout,h H eart t h at ne=e . =t-uat=:effi~~w~~er~e~I~~::!if3t:::i'q';·eñ""!'ffim~=.T~=========II
'.L... s " 111 h
flesh to die - PrOl111Sethat was not rrrade - Rdi:eve , ,oughb of Death~ my rain f1;k¡fl'¡ out )lag' -
-Dov'
' a rruillion anima
w h ose b100 d b urns m . 1s woun d e d"- l. e w1th a
O Merey, Destroyer of the World, O Merey, Creator of
Breasted Illusions, O Merey, cacophanous war-
, Drive
, d111eerazy-,o
nUn ,disgraee 111 '
G d l'
h
m ready e di
" ror sintegration f
mouthed doveling Come attaek my hairy' h e In t .e eye of the earth o my
, , earj w1th ter '

with corruption's iníinite caress, ,

1
invade my body with the sex of God, ehoke up my nostrils , eroak of deathfrog J
sal'!Vatlng
' 1ight
ror ear 111yccck lnvi 'b1'
"eap on 111e pac k oE heavy dSI e
. elevo . ' ogs
transfigure me to shmy wor111Sof pure sensate transcen- ur my bra1tl One Ho f
se" d W o end1
dency I'm still alive, ,_re of your promise ess consciousness, I'm
, . h l' . . : 10 fear - 111Ustmake ser
croak my voice wit üg ier than reality, a psyclue tomat D earn my prayer
speaking Thy million mouths, escend O Light Creator & E t f
Myriad-tongued my Soul, Monster or Angel, Lover tha \r ' worId
1 in it s 111aness
d ofbombsa el' od Mankind ' di srupt the
, o canos of B h an murder
comes to fuck me forever - white gown on the Eyeless t k1 es over Londoll p' '
ruc oads oE ,on ans a rai E
Sguid - -h k 11 ange1hearts besme ' n o eyes ;
f' "e s u e'!') fl' . anng Kreml'
AS8ho1e of the Universe into which I ~is~"'F:a~ - El;;c:I ,y.... d' 1 o !gh! ro N:,-,l' Yo .. l ln w:;!J~_
r - <1,-1 JeWelled f, . Lo' -
Hand that spoke to Crane - Musie that passes into t eleet' 1 eet on the terraees f P ki
rrca gas d di o e n '1
phonograph of years from another Millennium - E invadin, h eS,een lOg OVer India _ ci ' - Ve1 s of
g
of the building s oE NY - Waving t ehbralO - the Soul eseaping .t1esof Rleteria
mout s oE Paradise _ lnto the rubber
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 PENGDIN MODERN POETS 5

This is the Great Cal!, this is the Tocsin of the EternaI War,
this is the cry of Mind slain in Nebulae,
this is the Golden Bell of tbe Churchthat has never existed,
this is the Boom in the heart of the sunbeam, this is the
trumpet of the Worm at Death,
Appeal of the handless castrate grab Alm golden seed of
Fururity thru the quake & volcan of the world -
Sh~cl~~etun~~~~~~httcr~~.~~n~o~~t~h~e=~~~~~~~ _
~hl~~~~~~~~~~cr~~~@~~====--~------~~~~~~-~------~~~~~
Building,
covcr my belly with hands of moss, BU ulo my ears with your
lightning, bEnd me with prophetic rainbows
That 1 taste the shit of Being at last, that 1 touch Thy
genitals in the pal.ntree,
that the vast Ray of Futurity enter my mout.h to cound Thy
Creation Forever Unborn, O Beauty invisible to my
Centuryl
that my prayer surpass my understanding, that 1lay my
vanity at Thy foot, that 1 no longer fear Judgement
over Allen of this world
born in Newark come into Eternity in New York crying
again in Peru for human Tengue to psalm the Un-
.speakable,
that 1 surpass desire for transcendency and enter the calm
water of the universe
that 1ride out this wave, not drown forever in the flood of
my imagination
that 1not be slain thru my own insane magic, this crime be
punished in merciful jails of Death,
men understand my speech out of their own Turkish heart,
the prophets aid me with Proclamation,
the Seraphim acclaim Thy Name, Thyself at once in one
huge Mouth of Universe make meat reply.
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