Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 93
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Children in back of a car
with Bubblegum
a flight of birds out of a dry field like mosquitoes
“… several battalions of U.S. troops in a search and destroy operation in the Coastal plain near Bong Son, 300 mi. Northeast of Saigon. Thus far the fighting has been a series of small clashes. In a related action 25 miles to the South, Korean troops killed 35 Viet Cong near Coastal highway Number One.”
“For he’s oh so Good
and he’s oh so fine
and he’s oh so healthy
in his body and his mind”
The Kinks on car radio
In Riverside,
a 1920s song—
“It’s the only words I know / that you’ll
understand”
For my uncle Max dead 5 years ago
it’s settled—buried
under the blue mountain wall,
Veined with snow at the top
clouds passing
icy remote heights
Palmtrees on valley floor
stick up toothpick hairheads—
Toy automobiles piled crushed and mangled
topped by a hanging crane,
The planet hanging,
the air hanging,
Trees hang their branches,
A dirt truck hanging on the highway—
Spectacle of Afternoon,
giant pipes glistening in the universe
Magic that weighs tons and tons,
Old bum with his rough
tattered pack hunched
walking up the hill hanging
to Ukipah
cloth cap pulled over his head
black fingernails.
A wall, a wall, a Mesa Wall, There’s desert
flat mountain shadows
miles along the pale pink floor
—Indio in space.
The breath of spring, the breath of fear
Mexican border …
The LSD cube—
silence.
There’s those Hellies again,
over hiway, as over Mekong
belly lights blinking red
prob’ly surveying the border—
shotguns stickin’ out all over
—Two birds swoop under car dashboard.
Purple Mist,
motor tire drone.
Sacrifice for Prosperity, says Johnson.
Joshua Tree Monument
Blue dusk.
Bomb China
says Southern Senator Stennis—
Mobil’s neon Pegasus flying overhill.
Colorado River border,
Two lemons an orange seized,
Scaly Mites
and the cube of acid smuggled into Arizona …
“It all comes from Crystal hill”—
The whole countryside’s Quartzite hereabouts—
Huntley’s Perspective on the News
Sukarno a Nut? A wildman?
or potential friend?
Brought to you by Mercury
boasting “sweet
success taste”—
They can go around saying things about people,
and once their policy’s adopted it’ll rule a decade—
Somebody decided “he’s a nut!”
official policy, re-echoed to 14 Million Readers of Time
as we drive along in the Bat-mobile thru Arizona—
Approaching Hope, dream maps unfolded
Waves with larger & larger loops,
Tree-posts flashing auto headlights
hit my retina
I saw what it was
light saw light,
a flash in the pan.
Eyes register, nerves send waves along to the brain
Finger touch is electric waves
carlights glare thru eyes—
Voice repeating itself,
wavering over the microphones—
Meditation passing Hope …
Horrific outskirts’ Eastern Traffic Sign,
Turn backward…
Dull sleep on my eyes
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Morning Phoenix Gazette, editorial January 27, ’66
“No time for probe of CIA
No Good Purpose would be served—
Why poke on the Nose?
… Virtual epidemic of attacks,
Pacifists let Reds take over the world, rather than
Fighting Against Them—
well meaning people … distasteful intelligence
Sacrosanct… scuttle … demand an investigation …
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