Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen. Страница 138

“Even Jesus Christ couldn’t have

saved me.” Sirhan …

                    “shed no tears.

                    His face was ashen” AP

                    America’s heart Broken,

Chessman, Vietnam, Sirhan.

52% People thought the War

                         always had been a mistake,

                                        by April 1969. Gallup Poll.

May Day parade canceled for Prague

                         says Police Radio to

                                   the old King of May faraway—

SDS chanting thru consciousness megaphones

                                   in every university.

By now, Beatles & Beach Boys have

                         entered the Sublime

thru Acid The Crist of Kali Yuga, thru

                         Transcendental Meditation, Chanting Hare Krishna climbing Eiffel Tower,

Apollinaire & Mira Bai headless

               together with Kabir transmitted

over Apocalyptic Radios, their voice-

               vibrations roaring

thru a million loudspeakers in Green

               Autos on the world’s roads—

Matter become so thick, senses so sunk

               in Chickens & Insulation

“Love aint gonna die, I’m gonna haveta

               kill it”

god cries to himself, Christ merging with

               Krishna in Car Crash Salvation!

                    “Prosecutor John Howard called Sirhan a cold-blooded political

assassin with ‘no special claim to further preservation.’ ”

                                             Mao reelected Chinese Premier.

Where the Mullan Rd

               meets route 26

                         by 2 giant Sycamores

               approaching Hooper,

Has anyone here any “Special

                    claim to further preservation”?

These lambs grazing thru springtime

                                             by Cow Creek, quiet in

               American yellow light—

“Even J.C. couldn’t have saved me.”

Magpie, Meadowlark, rainbow

                              apparitions shafted transparent

                    down from gray cloud.

                              Dogs see

                                             in black & white.

A complete half-rainbow

               hill to hill across the highway

pots of gold anchoring the pretty bridge,

               tumbleweed passing underneath

“Saigon (AP) U.S. B52 bombers made their heaviest raids of the Vietnam War last night near the Cambodian border, dropping more than 2,000 tons of bombs along a 30 mile stretch Northwest of Saigon, the US COMMAND reported. ‘They are harassing enemy troops so as not to let them get organized,’ an American SPOKESMAN said.”

Czech student strikes unreported in Prague

Howard Marquette & George Washington U. sit-in:

Hail on new-plowed brown hilltops—

Black rainclouds and rainbows over Albion way—

Drive down valley to Main Street

                         Seattle First National Motor

                         next to Everybody’s Bank.

April 24, 1969

Sonora Desert-Edge

“Om Ah Hu? Vajra Guru Padma Siddhi Hu?”

—Drum H. from Gary S. from Tarthang Tulku

Brown stonepeaks rockstumps

                                             cloudless sunlight

Saguaro green arms praying up

                    spine ribs risen

                                             woodpecker-holed

                    nose-pricked limbs

                                   lifted salutation—

orange flower eyes lifted on

                    needly Ocotillo stalk

Jumping Cholla pistils closing pollened

                    eyebrow-vagina buds to the

                              poked pinkie—

Palo Verde smooth forked branch

                    above prickly-pear ears

Smoke plumed up white

          from scratched desert plain,

               chemical smoke, military copper

                    airplanes rotting,

                         4% Copper Smelter smog

—in wire cage, ivory hook-beaked

                         round black pupiled

               Bald Eagle’s head, tailfeathers

               hung below claw’d branch, symmetric

body plumes brown webbed like dollarbills,

               insecticides sterilized many

                                        adults

—green duck neck sheen spectral as

                         moon machines

Raven hopping curious black beaked

Coyote’s nose sensitive lifted to air

                         blinking eye sharp

as the rose bellied Cardinal’s ivory whistle