Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 156

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     Redeemed in Paradise, ah Laborer

          Meany hatted with Milkweed

                         & Day Lilies,

Chiefs Nixon Agnew crowned with

          Pigweed & snowballs’ tender blue blossoms

     sent with Jersey Greeting,

Governor Wallace flowered with Mushrooms, magic

          amanita & psilocybin, & Morning Glory halo’d

McGovern McCarthy ringed with Roses & Laurels,

ourselves all decked with Common Grass,

          plebeian pleasures, ah

Ah! Normal voiced & Future President

          Whoever Ye Are True Ah to Thee

Ah! to the Republic how it fare, Ah

          sad flag, color transmuted

               into all Three Worlds

                    This prayer to All Souls in America

               Citizens of Body Mind & Speech

                              Ah! Ah! Ah!

July 9, 1972, 10:15 P.M.

Xmas Gift

I met Einstein in a dream

Springtime on Princeton lawn grass

I kneeled down & kissed his young thumb

like a ruddy pope

his face fresh broad cheeked rosy

“I invented a universe separate,

something like a Virgin”—

“Yes, the creature gives birth to itself,”

I quoted from Mescaline

We sat down open air universal summer

to eat lunch, professors’ wives

at the Tennis Court Club,

our meeting eternal, as expected,

my gesture to kiss his fist

unexpectedly saintly

considering the Atom Bomb I didn’t mention.

New York, December 24, 1972

Time Wheel Mandala (Tibetan Buddhist XX Century Woodblock). Six worlds, with Heaven and Angry Warrior Realms consolidated upper left section. At center, Cock Pig Snake eating each other’s tails. Twelve-fold chain of interdependent co-origination represented on wheel rim, held in hands of Time.

Thoughts Sitting Breathing

OM—the pride of perfumed money, music food from China, a place to sit quiet

MA—How jealous! the million Pentagon myrmidons with dollar billions to spend on Rock & Roll, restaurant high thrones in sky filled with Electric Bombers—Ah! how jealous they are of the thin stomached Vietnamese boy.

NI—Lust in heart for the pink tender prick’d school-boy upstairs bedroom naked with his books, high school locker shower, stretching on the bed, the young guitar player’s ass

PA—Impercipience, cat meows natural words at the window, dog barks cheerful morn, cockroach feelers touch the wall, the fly buzzes long long on the sunny windowsill lying upside-down in deathly prayer exhausted, man bends over oblivious books, buds stick forth their heart-tips when ice melts New Year’s eve, green grass shoots show ’neath melted snow, screams rise out of thousands of mouths in Hanoi—

DMI—alone the misery, the broken legs of carcrash alcohol, gimme another cigarette, I ain’t got a dime for coffee, got no rupee for rice ain’t got no land I got hunger in my gland my belly’s swollen potatoes my knees got cut on the Tanks—

HUM—the pigs got rocks in their head, C.I.A. got one eye bloody mind tongue, fiends sold my phonograph TV set to the junkman, Hate that dog shat my rug, hate Gook Heaven, hate them hippies in Hell stinking Marijuana smog city.

OM—Give it all away, poetry bliss & ready cash for taxicabs, walk Central Park alone & cook your beans in empty silence watching the Worm crawl thru meat walls—

MA—sit down crosslegged and relax, storm Heaven with your mental guns? Give up let Angels alone to play their guitars in Hollywood and drink their Coke-snuff in mountainside bathroom peace—

NI—Light as ashes, love for Neal sublimed into Poesy, love for Peter gone into the Vegetable garden to grow corn & tomatoes—

PA—Dog bark! call the mind gods! scream happiness in Saigon behind the bar my mother in throes of Police vomit rape! that garbage can I threw in Atlantic Ocean floats over Father Fisheye’s sacred grave—

DMI—I forgive thee Cord Meyer secret mind police suborned the Student Congress Cultural Freedom & destroyed Intellect in Academe Columbia Harvard made great murder Indochina War our fantasy-bomb gutted New York’s soul— HUM—Miserable victims flashing knives, Hell’s Angels Manson Nixon Calley-Ma, all the cops in the world and their gangster lovers, car salesmen Wall Street brokers smoking in rage over dwindling oil supplies, O poor sick junkies all here’s bliss of Buddha-opium, Sacred Emptiness to fix your angry brains—

March: Thoughts Sitting Breathing

Copyright © 1978 by May King Poetry Music Inc., Allen Ginsberg

OM—the Crown of Emptiness, relax the skullcap wove of formal thought, let light escape to Heaven, floating up from heart thru cranium, free space for Causeless Bliss—

MA—Speech purified, worlds calmed of alcoholic luxury & irritable smoking, jealous fucking rush thru taxicab cities, mental cancer pig war fever machines—Heart through throat, free space for Causeless Bliss!

NI—How vast, how brightly empty and how old, the breath within the breast expands threefold, the sigh of no restraint, sigh love’s release, the rest and peacefulness of sweethearts’ ease, from Heart to Heart —free space for Causeless Bliss!

PA—Dog bellies crying happy in the snow, worms share mind’s heaviest part, elephants carry Angels whose animal trumpets blow from abdomen deep navel up into the heart—free space for Causeless Bliss

DMI—Down in the pecker, the empty piece of wood—Everyone I fucked is dead and gone—everyone I’m gonna fuck is turning to a ghost— All my penis blessedness never’ll get lost, but rise from loins & come in my heart—free space for Causeless Bliss

HUM—I shit out my hate thru my asshole, My sphincter loosens the void, all hell’s legions fall thru space, the Pentagon is destroyed

     United States armies march thru the past

     The Chinese legions rage

     Past the Great Wall of Maya

     And scream on the central stage

     I loose my bowels of Asia

     I move the U.S.A.

     I crap on Dharmakaya

     And wipe the worlds away

White House filled with fuel gas bombs

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