Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
Rainbow horn, Silence!
So sings the laborer under the rock bridge,
so pipes pray to the Avalanche.
Big Sur, June 16, 1968 (grass)
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
judgment… psychiatric 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
thru photo basement,
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?
June 19, 1968
Smoke Rolling Down Street
Red Scabies on the Skin
Police Cars turn Garbage Corner—
Was that a Shot! Backfire or Cherry Bomb?
Ah, it’s all right, take the mouth off,
it’s all over.
Man Came a long way,
Canoes thru Fire Engines,
Big Cities’ power station Fumes
Executives with Country Houses—
Waters drip thru Ceilings in the Slum—
It’s all right, take the mouth off
it’s all over—
New York, June 23, 1968
Pertussin
Always Ether Comes
to dissuade the
goat-like
sensible—
or N2O recurring to
elicit ironic
suicidal pen marks—
Parallels: in Montmartre Rousseau
daubing or Rimbaud arriving,
the raw Aether
shines with Brahmanic cool moonshine
aftertaste, midnight Nostalgia.
June 28, 1968
Swirls of black dust on Avenue D
white haze over Manhattan’s towers
midsummer green Cattails’ fatness
surrounding Hoboken Marsh
garbage Dumps,
Wind over Pulaski Skyway’s
lacy networks
Trucks crash Bayonne’s roadways,
iron engines roar
Stink rises over Hydro Pruf Factory
Cranes lift over broken earth
Brain Clouds boil out tin-cone scrap burners
Newark sits in gray gas
July heat gleams on airplanes
Trailer tyres sing toward forests of oiltowers,
Power grids dance in th’Iron Triangle,
Tanks roast in Flatness—
Old Soybean-oil-storage Scandals
echo thru airwaves,
the family car bumps over asphalt toward Bright Mexico.
July 10, 1968
Violence
Mexcity drugstore table, giant
sexfiend in black spats
Sticks knife in a plump faggot’s
sportscoat seam;
at Teotihuacan in blue sunlight, I slap
my mocking blond nephew
for getting lost on the Moon
Pyramid.
In Oakland, legendary police shoot a
naked black boy running out
of his political basement
