Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 159

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destroy Empire State’s dead Life Time smog

Masturbate in peace, haunt ancient cities for boys, practice years of chastity, save Jewels for God my own ruddy body, hairy delicate antennae

Vegetable, eat carrots, fork cabbage, spoon peas, fry potatoes, boil beets, ox forgiven, pig forgotten, hot dogs banished from celestial realms cloud-roofed over Kitkitdizze’s green spring weeds—milk, angel-Milk

Read Dostoyevsky’s Brothers Karamazov I laid down half-finished a dozen times decades ago

Compose last choirs of Innocence & Experience, set music to tongues of Rossetti Mss. orchestrate Jerusalem’s quatrains—

War’s over, soft mat wood floor, flower vase on inkstand, blue oaks gazing in the window.

London, August 1973

On Illness

Lord Heart, heal my right temple bang’d soft pain the bookshelf

rising to fuck Peter embrac’d naked on big wooden couch mattress sheeted blanketed

My broken leg Lord Heart heal crooked bone above stiff ankle, straight tibia tender sore

Lord Heart, more near, lax abdomen muscle, nausea hiatus hernia

That I never eat too much Lord Heart eat Lord’s parts sick with solar plexus pain,

deep breath your airy body tingling empty pleasur’d skin kissed cock surrender’d rising buttock entering yr Lord Heart—

Entered I surrender to Lord Heart himself disguised Krishna Ke Jai yr blue lingam—Hey Bom Shivaye!

Lord Heart your female poetry bottom, penis female sensitive—

ass kissed & tongued by Jove Jupiter Zeus

Ganymede-ass or Tara ladybelly

Om Saraswati Hrih Sowha

MOM

Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom

Lord Heart my baldness cure thru confident eye my lover’s open pupil

My teeth Lord Heart keep clean as I do brush them twice daily. Keep me from pain.

My hernia rupture paunch healed no pain these coughs—soft muscle stomach-fold sewn insentient muscle skin.

Lord Heart not smoke cigarette butts anymore—

Keep me Lord Heart for yr Works & Destruction

Body meat cries, sighs, sits immobile Ah, pain passed over—

Lord Heart, my aged father’s hand is cool, legs stumbling

defend us from Death Fear, Matter-formed fear faces, disgrac’d mere Flesh

Gone known Lord Heart ourselves defend from Foul Fiend

Grant peace this body Lord Heart, this Soul, this Spirit hand & tongue—

this Great Presence defend Lord Heart your silent Inviolable Witness—

Lord Heart the Great Planet defend this Space Mirror of our Vast Emptiness

Lord Heart come fill my Soul with Mountain snow & Glacier-melt slow Aeon’s Gnosis—

ancient voice Lord Heart, your thousand arms & eight, of preservation & compassion

Conch Shell, Lotus, Diamond Sceptre, Book of Memory, Umbrella, Fish & Mirror & Machine Wheel

Eternal One Lord Heart accept my soul and body as your own

Free play of causeless bliss.

London, August 29, 1973

News Bulletin

“Criminal possession of a controlled substance—

     Marijuana” came over the radio

I got mad & sent Gov. Rockefeller a

     crystal skull postcard

Abbie Hoffman just got busted

     million pounds of Cocaine

I wrote the wrong essay & combed burrs

     out of a Godly dog’s hide

A lady asked text on Jewish Holocaust

     I filed her letter and made sugar borscht

Tim Leary silent Folsom Jail’d I jacked

     off with a plastic cock in my ass

Catastrophe everywhere today propane

     shortage prophesied I answered my mail

I stuck my head out the edge of

     Universe wheels in starry wheels

while Supreme Court struck down pornography

     for the umpteenth time

It’ll begin all over dope raids

     sex flick police assassinations

     mass Television in Vietnam

Mugging on streets your favorite

     policeman peddling junk

your favorite President falling falling falling

     endlessly the dream cliff

receding into Heaven Vice

     President falling falling

stars flying by the earth

     oceans awash with blue

galaxies spinning past I washed

     my big toe

I exercised my painful ankle smoked

     a joint I came I wrote letters

     scratched my head

Populations flee the flood, crowds

     move downstreet in teargas clouds,

camel riders footweary skeletons

     walk away from drought

desert burning, sea screaming,

     Bacteria frothing mouth preserve

     jars

I made toast I fried mushrooms I ate

     raw corn

Armies moved on Phnom Penh I

     watched a new born butterfly

     flutter orange-winged in circles

     round me on the grass

Nixon met Agnew papers said Resign

     I resigned I sat and stared at

     a flat gray cloud over the roof—

Three boys in jail on trial in

     Brussels for translating Anarchist’s

     Cookbook I held the cloth

thru which Peter poured boiling beet

     juice into an Aluminum pot.

Cherry Valley, September 1, 1973

On Neruda’s Death

Some breath breathes out Adonais & Canto General

Some breath breathes out Bombs and dog barks

Some breath breathes silent over green snow mountains

Some breath breathes not at all

Teton Village, September 25, 1973

Mind Breaths

Thus crosslegged on round pillow sat in Teton Space—

I breathed upon the aluminum microphone-stand a body’s length away

I breathed upon the teacher’s throne, the wooden chair with yellow pillow

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