Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
and many another toy volume of orient lore, poetry crap;
Poe sober knew his white skull, tranquil Stein
repeated one simple idea Making Americans on Space Age’s
edge whiten thought to transparent Place. Peace!
Done, finished with body cock desire, anger
shouting at bus drivers, Presidents & Police.
Gone to other shore, empty house, no lovers
suffering under bedsheets, inconceived babies calm.
Surge, a little abdomen warmth, the bus grinds
cobbles past red light, garbage trucks uplift iron
buttocks, old meat gravy & tin cans sink to bottom
in the Airfield. City edge woods wave branches
in chill breeze darkness under Christmas moon.
December 14, 1966
Holy Ghost on the Nod over the Body of Bliss
Is this the God of Gods, the one I heard about
in memorized language Universities murmur?
Dollar bills can buy it! the great substance
exchanges itself freely through all the world’s
poetry money, past and future currencies
issued & redeemed by the identical bank,
electric monopoly after monopoly owl-eyed
on every one of 90 billion dollarbills vibrating
to the pyramid-top in the United States of Heaven—
Aye aye Sir Owl Oh say can you see in the dark you
observe Minerva nerveless in Nirvana because
Zeus rides reindeer thru Bethlehem’s blue sky.
It’s Buddha sits in Mary’s belly waving Kuan
Yin’s white hand at the Yang-tze that Mao sees,
tongue of Kali licking Krishna’s soft blue lips.
Chango holds Shiva’s prick, Ouroboros eats th’cobalt bomb,
Parvati on YOD’s perfumed knee cries Aum
& Santa Barbara rejoices in the alleyways of Brindaban
La illaha el (lill) Allah hu—Allah Akbar!
Goliath struck down by kidneystone, Golgothas grow old,
All these wonders are crowded in the Mind’s Eye
Superman & Batman race forward, Zarathustra on Coyote’s ass,
Lao-tze disappearing at the gate, God mocks God,
Job sits bewildered that Ramakrishna is Satan
and Bodhidharma forgot to bring Nothing.
December 1966
Bayonne Turnpike to Tuscarora
Gray water tanks in gray mist,
gray robot
towers carrying wires thru Bayonne’s
smog, silver
domes, green chinaworks steaming,
Christmas’s leftover lights hanging
from a smokestack—
Monotone gray highway into the gray West—
Noon hour, the planet smoke-covered
Truck wheels roar forward
spinning past the garbagedump
Gas smell wafting thru Rahway overpass
oiltanks in frozen ponds, cranes’ feederladders &
Electric generator trestles, Batteries open under heaven
Anger in the heart—
hallucinations in the car cabin, rattling
bone ghosts left and right
by the car door—the broken camper icebox—
On to Pennsylvania turnpike
Evergreens in Snow
Laundry hanging from the blue bungalow
Mansfield and U Thant ask halt Bombing North Vietnam
State Department says “Tit For Tat.”
Frank Sinatra with negro voice
enters a new phase—
Flat on his face 50 years “I’ve been a beggar & a clown
a poet & a star, roll myself in July
up into a ball and die.”
Radio pumping
artificial rock & roll, Beach Boys
& Sinatra’s daughter overdubbed microphone
antennae’d car dashboard vibrating
False emotions broadcast thru the Land
Natural voices made synthetic,
phlegm obliterated
Smart ones work with electronics—
What are the popular songs on the Hiway?
“Home I’m Comin Home I am a Soldier—”
“The girl I left behind…
I did the best job I could
Helping to keep our land free
I am a soldier”
Lulled into War
thus commercial jabber Rock & Roll Announcers
False False False
“Enjoy this meat—”
Weak A&P SuperRight ground round
Factories building, airwaves pushing …
Trees stretch up parallel into gray sky
Yellow trucks roll down lane—
Hypnosis of airwaves
In the house you can’t break it
unless you turn off yr set
