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Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg

Crossing Nation

Under silver wing
San Francisco’s towers sprouting
thru thin gas clouds,
Tamalpais black—breasted above Pacific azure
Berkeley hills pine—covered below—
Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence
Declaration
typewriter at window
silver panorama in natural eyeball—
 
Sacramento valley rivercourse’s Chinese
dragonflames licking green flats north—hazed
State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields
to Sierras—past Reno, Pyramid Lake’s
blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands’
brown wasteland scratched by tires
 
Jerry Rubin arrested! Beaten, jailed,
coccyx broken—
Leary out of action—"a public menace...
persons of tender years... immature
judgement... pyschiatric examination..."
i.e. Shut up or Else Loonybin or Slam
 
Leroi on bum gun rap, $7,000
lawyer fees, years’ negotiations—
SPOCK GUILTY headlined temporary, Joan Baez’
paramour husband Dave Harris to Gaol
Dylan silent on politics, & safe—
having a baby, a man—
Cleaver shot at, jail’d, maddened, parole revoked,
 
Vietnam War flesh—heap grows higher,
blood splashing down the mountains of bodies
on to Cholon’s sidewalks—
Blond boys in airplane seats fed technicolor
Murderers advance w/ Death—chords
Earplugs in, steak on plastic
served—Eyes up to the Image—
 
What do I have to lose if America falls?
my body? my neck? my personality?

Otras obras de Allen Ginsberg...
Wild Orphan

Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river —he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel—
Hospital Window

At gauzy dusk, thin haze like ciga… ribbons past Chrysler Building’s… tapering delicately needletopped,… taller antenna filmed milky lit am… black and white apartmenting veil’…
The Lion for Real

I came home and found a lion in my… Rushed out on the fire escape scre… Two stenographers pulled their bru… I hurried home to Patterson and s… Called up old Reichian analyst
A Desolaltion

Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but
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Those Two

That tree said I don’t like that white car under… it smells gasoline That other tree next to it said O you’re always complaining
September on Jessore Road

Millions of babies watching the sk… Bellies swollen, with big round ey… On Jessore Road—long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel r… Millions of fathers in rain
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War Profit Litany

These are the names of the compani… money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomi… eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who ha…
My Sad Self

Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
Written in my Dreams by W. C. Williams

“As Is you’re bearing a common Truth Commonly known
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Father Death Blues

Hey Father Death, I’m flying hom… Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m g… Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor
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Transcription of Organ Music

The flower in the glass peanut bot… kitchen crooked to take a place in… the closet door opened, because I… kindly stayed open waiting for me,… I began to feel my misery in palle…
Hum Bom!

Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb?
New Stanzas for Amazing Grace

I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless… Where I was lost alone Folk looked right through me into… And passed with eyes of stone O homeless hand on many a street
In Society

I walked into the cocktail party room and found three or four queer… talking together in queertalk. I tried to be friendly but heard myself talking to one in hiptalk.
To Aunt Rose

Aunt Rose—now—might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth… of rheumatism—and a long black hea… for your bony left leg limping down the long hall in Newa…



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