Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 94
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Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”
Righto! The Navaho trail—
Crescent moon setting on low hills West—
Military forces over radio
push bombing N. Vietnam.
Lifelines, sponsored by Henry L. Hunt, Beans.
Dead voiced announcer, denouncing
“a communist conspiracy among the youth …
speakers on campuses / trained to condition
idealistic brains …”
It’s Chase Manhattan Bank lends money to South African
White government—Rockfeller boy!
Unless Chase Bank quits I prophesy blood violence.
Ford has a factory,
Ford has a factory there—
“they’re aw-fly proud
of being South African.”
“… A hotbed of anti Semitism too?”
PAINTED DESERT,
petrified forest
Leslie Howard’s scratchy ’30s image
… eating jurassic steak
Petroglyphs over there the Man in the Moon,
the guy with four fingers …
over there, this is the sun, with two spikes out the North,
two spikes South, two spikes ray East & West
Milky way over here, the Moon,
… and all the animal tentacles
Nebula spiraled “… Roger 1943”
And I hit Julius for eating his avocado cheese sandwich too fast.
Gas flares, oil refinery night smoke,
high aluminum tubes winking red lights
over space ship runways
petrochemical witches’ blood boiling underground—
“Looks like they’re gettin ready to go to Mars.”
Approaching Thoreau—
Fort Wingate Army Depot entrance—
and there’s the Continental Divide.
Anti Vietnam War Demonstrator soldiers sentenced
For Contempt of President:
Hard Labor—
Learn thyself in Shell Refinery’s Oil Storage Seaboard Rackets,
Lying back on the car seat,
eyelids heavy,
legs spread leaned against the table,
Oh that I were young again and the skin in my anus folds rose,
“La illaba el (lill) Allah bu”
Finally bored,
Over a hill, singing Raghupati Raghava Raja Ram
Albuquerque Sparkling blue brilliant
more diamonds & pearls of electricity
running out of power-plants than ever heard of
Turkey or Israel—
intense endless iridescence on black
velvet desert—
Ah what a marvel
orange blue Neon Circling itself Solar System’d
Speed Wash Texaco 19? Famous Hamburgers
Lion House Italian Village Pizza ah!
radio warbles Electronic noise
echo chamber vibrations—
Albuquerque streets’ fantastic Neon Stars
collapsing to bright red blinks
Satellite Globes plunging their
tiny lamps in and out—
the eyeball.
* * * *
Space stretching North dotted with silver gastanks
to Sandia Range
Hitchhiking student
supported by National Defense Fund
with his black horn rimmed glasses,
thin blond hair,
“If your country calls you, would you go?”
“If my country drafted me …
then I would go.”
Selfish young american always interested in his own skin
—and blue car speeding along the highway
sticker on back
“I’m proud I’m an American”
right front seat, a 10 gallon hat
driver a fat car salesman—
Sitting icy tipped
distant earth peaks over Hilltops
& here’s an ugly little oasis, used car tractors
fenced off by barbed wire
below roadside—
Evenings cool clear, sharp
brilliant blue stars—
Just what we needed, State Penitentiary!
Two miles off into the brown furze rolling
East of the highway
“This is Ford Country what are you driving?” Be a Ford dealer?
Great snow meadows roof Sangre De Cristo
clouds, North, dipping misty rivulet tails of pointy fog.
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It’s a hard question …
which would you rescue, your mother-in-law
or the last text of Shakespeare?
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Two hitchhikers, one Cajun dumb mouth
who sang brown voiced
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