Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 138
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“Even Jesus Christ couldn’t have
saved me.” Sirhan …
“shed no tears.
His face was ashen” AP
America’s heart Broken,
Chessman, Vietnam, Sirhan.
52% People thought the War
always had been a mistake,
by April 1969. Gallup Poll.
May Day parade canceled for Prague
says Police Radio to
the old King of May faraway—
SDS chanting thru consciousness megaphones
in every university.
By now, Beatles & Beach Boys have
entered the Sublime
thru Acid The Crist of Kali Yuga, thru
Transcendental Meditation, Chanting Hare Krishna climbing Eiffel Tower,
Apollinaire & Mira Bai headless
together with Kabir transmitted
over Apocalyptic Radios, their voice-
vibrations roaring
thru a million loudspeakers in Green
Autos on the world’s roads—
Matter become so thick, senses so sunk
in Chickens & Insulation
“Love aint gonna die, I’m gonna haveta
kill it”
god cries to himself, Christ merging with
Krishna in Car Crash Salvation!
“Prosecutor John Howard called Sirhan a cold-blooded political
assassin with ‘no special claim to further preservation.’ ”
Mao reelected Chinese Premier.
Where the Mullan Rd
meets route 26
by 2 giant Sycamores
approaching Hooper,
Has anyone here any “Special
claim to further preservation”?
These lambs grazing thru springtime
by Cow Creek, quiet in
American yellow light—
“Even J.C. couldn’t have saved me.”
Magpie, Meadowlark, rainbow
apparitions shafted transparent
down from gray cloud.
Dogs see
in black & white.
A complete half-rainbow
hill to hill across the highway
pots of gold anchoring the pretty bridge,
tumbleweed passing underneath
“Saigon (AP) U.S. B52 bombers made their heaviest raids of the Vietnam War last night near the Cambodian border, dropping more than 2,000 tons of bombs along a 30 mile stretch Northwest of Saigon, the US COMMAND reported. ‘They are harassing enemy troops so as not to let them get organized,’ an American SPOKESMAN said.”
Czech student strikes unreported in Prague
Howard Marquette & George Washington U. sit-in:
Hail on new-plowed brown hilltops—
Black rainclouds and rainbows over Albion way—
Drive down valley to Main Street
Seattle First National Motor
next to Everybody’s Bank.
April 24, 1969
Sonora Desert-Edge
“Om Ah Hu? Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hu?”
—Drum H. from Gary S. from Tarthang Tulku
Brown stonepeaks rockstumps
cloudless sunlight
Saguaro green arms praying up
spine ribs risen
woodpecker-holed
nose-pricked limbs
lifted salutation—
orange flower eyes lifted on
needly Ocotillo stalk
Jumping Cholla pistils closing pollened
eyebrow-vagina buds to the
poked pinkie—
Palo Verde smooth forked branch
above prickly-pear ears
Smoke plumed up white
from scratched desert plain,
chemical smoke, military copper
airplanes rotting,
4% Copper Smelter smog
—in wire cage, ivory hook-beaked
round black pupiled
Bald Eagle’s head, tailfeathers
hung below claw’d branch, symmetric
body plumes brown webbed like dollarbills,
insecticides sterilized many
adults
—green duck neck sheen spectral as
moon machines
Raven hopping curious black beaked
Coyote’s nose sensitive lifted to air
blinking eye sharp
as the rose bellied Cardinal’s ivory whistle
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