Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
hundred thousand
Hiroshima nineteen forty five
No no not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of Civilization
Guatemala murdered
two hundred thousand
Indians
No no not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of Civilization
200 thousand
slaughtered in Rwanda
Crazed events
on the TV screen
No no not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of Civilization
U.S. Blacks in jail
land of the free
mosta these citizens you & me
No no not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of Civilization
Fossil fuel dust filling heaven
ozone layer hole in the sky
No no not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of Civilization
Oldest trees in the world cut down
Weyerhaeuser Bush wears a cardboard Crown
No no not the end of
Civilization
Not the end of Civilization
Amazon forests cut to the ground
you can still breathe
to the chainsaw’s sound
No no not the end of
Civilization
Only a temporary aberration
No No it’s not the end of Civilization
It’s Nobadaddy’s
old temptation
No no it’s not the end of Civilization
Everybody’s waltzing
to “the Hesitation”
It’s the same damned
President’s Inauguration
No no it’s not the end of Civilization
We’re come to “the fabled
damned of Nations”
No no it’s not the end of Civilization
Slaves wore chains
at the States’ creation
No no it’s not the end of Civilization
sourpuss wantsa stop colored immigration
Nobody’s wearing
hooves & scales
all they wanna do is
kill more whales
No no it’s not the end of Civilization
No no it’s not the end of Civilization
Cayenne saved a little bit of sensation
No no it’s not the end of civilization
No final solution
just gas & cremation
December 18–20, 1996
Bad Poem
Being as Now has been re-invented
I have devised a new now
Entering the real Now
at last
which is now
December 24, 1996, 3 A.M.
Homeless Compleynt
Pardon me buddy, I didn’t mean to bug you
but I came from Vietnam
where I killed a lot of Vietnamese gentlemen
a few ladies too
and I couldn’t stand the pain
and got a habit out of fear
& I’ve gone through rehab and I’m clean
but I got no place to sleep
and I don’t know what to do
with myself right now
I’m sorry buddy, I didn’t mean to bug you
but it’s cold in the alley
& my heart’s sick alone
and I’m clean, but my life’s a mess
Third Avenue
and E. Houston Street
on the corner traffic island under a red light
wiping your windshield with a dirty rag
December 24, 1996
Happy New Year Robert & June
Happy New Year Robert & June
Tho I’d hoped to see you soon
I’d better say Happy Hanukkah too
Till I get your number that’s new—
I’ll be leaving for retreat,
Where they make me salt-free meat
along with Gelek Rinpoche
Who’s got ailments same as me,
in Michigan Camp Copneconic
Where I’ll room with Mr. Harmonic
Philip Glass in our Buddhist Class
Ten days later January 8
I’ll go to Boston, rest & wait
the weekend in anticipation
Maybe a hernia operation
supervised by Dr. Lown
(cardiologist of wide renown
—I’d recommended him to you
elderly trustworthy smart & true)
—Recuperate a week with Ellie
Dorfman, eat yellow fish-yuckh jelly
