Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen (книги серии онлайн .TXT) 📗
Vibrato of Buffy Sainte-Marie?
Doom call of McGuire?
The heavenly echo of Dylan’s despair
before the silver microphone
in his snake suit,
a reptile boy
disappearing in Time—
soft shoe dancing on the Moon?
It’ll be a relief when the Chinese take over Texas!
Lifeline pumping its venom “Communist Conspiracy”
Secret documents Infiltrate & smash Vatican—
broadcast to these empty plains,
Isolate farmhouses with radios
hearing the Horror Syndicate
take over the Universe!
Radiostations whistling & crashing against each other on autoradio—
Full moonlight on blue snow
Loudspeaker blasting midnite static
thru some European Swansong,
Dit dat dits of outerspace communication
blanking out Ear’s substance
Vatican whistles undertone
bloops and eeeeeps, trillion-antennae’d
grid of the Shabda
If it’s silent it isn’t there—
* * * *
Entering Kansas
little red towers blink distance,
Lifeline, continued over 7 stations—
H. L. Hunt his books read,
Cold reasoning voice over Kansas plains—
O that’s Liberal Spread before us!
Truck stopped by roadside Weighing Station
*
Heavy Jewish voice heard over Kansas Radio
Varning the Jews, Take safety in Christ
—Dr. Michaelson
and the Hebrew-Christian Hour
—P.O.B. 707 Los Angeles 53—
In 1866 & 1881 the Carbon Companies paid
$2,500,000 for the bones of Buffalos
Representing 31,000,000 Buffalos.
Handful of Buffalo, lightbrown back shining in the sun
Grazing at the edge of River Ginnesca—
Peter says Oooo! What
visions they must have of human beings—
silent tolerant, head bent,
cropping grass—
‘Right now they’re trying to take the Indian territories
away, near Hopiland.’
Wanna build subdivisions,
Mineral rights—
The last lands of the redskins—
Saw it in the paper t’other day
on the Highway near Tucson—
Blue morning in Kansas,
black lambs dotted in snow
Ice gleaming in brown grass at roadside
Corn stacks, small
lined up around tree groves—
Kingman Salvage, rusty autos under rusty hill,
Jodrell Bank reporting Sensational pictures Rocks on the Moon,
“it’s a hard surface—”
information about Hog Scallops at Birth,
Meat prices, Grain prices
Steer Meat Dollar values,
Appeal to end Property Tax
Green signs,
Welcome to Wichita
Population 280,000
January 28–29, 1966
Chances “R”
Nymph and shepherd raise electric tridents
glowing red against the plaster wall,
The jukebox beating out magic syllables,
A line of painted boys snapping fingers
& shaking thin Italian trouserlegs
or rough dungarees on big asses
bumping and dipping
ritually, with no religion but the
old one of cocksuckers
naturally, in Kansas center of America
the farmboys in Diabolic bar light
alone stiff necked or lined up
dancing row on row like Afric husbands
& the music’s sad here, whereas Sunset Trip or
Jukebox Corner it’s ecstatic pinball machines—
Religiously, with concentration and free
prayer; fairy boys of the plains
and their gay sisters of the city
step together to the center of the floor
illumined by machine eyes, screaming drumbeats,
passionate voices of Oklahoma City
chanting No Satisfaction
Suspended from Heaven the Chances R
Club floats rayed by stars
along a Wichita tree avenue
traversed with streetlights on the plain.
Wichita, February 1966
Wichita Vortex Sutra
I
Turn Right Next Corner
The Biggest Little Town in Kansas
Macpherson
Red sun setting flat plains west streaked
with gauzy veils, chimney mist spread
