Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen. Страница 159
destroy Empire State’s dead Life Time smog
Masturbate in peace, haunt ancient cities for boys, practice years of chastity, save Jewels for God my own ruddy body, hairy delicate antennae
Vegetable, eat carrots, fork cabbage, spoon peas, fry potatoes, boil beets, ox forgiven, pig forgotten, hot dogs banished from celestial realms cloud-roofed over Kitkitdizze’s green spring weeds—milk, angel-Milk
Read Dostoyevsky’s Brothers Karamazov I laid down half-finished a dozen times decades ago
Compose last choirs of Innocence & Experience, set music to tongues of Rossetti Mss. orchestrate Jerusalem’s quatrains—
War’s over, soft mat wood floor, flower vase on inkstand, blue oaks gazing in the window.
London, August 1973
On Illness
Lord Heart, heal my right temple bang’d soft pain the bookshelf
rising to fuck Peter embrac’d naked on big wooden couch mattress sheeted blanketed
My broken leg Lord Heart heal crooked bone above stiff ankle, straight tibia tender sore
Lord Heart, more near, lax abdomen muscle, nausea hiatus hernia
That I never eat too much Lord Heart eat Lord’s parts sick with solar plexus pain,
deep breath your airy body tingling empty pleasur’d skin kissed cock surrender’d rising buttock entering yr Lord Heart—
Entered I surrender to Lord Heart himself disguised Krishna Ke Jai yr blue lingam—Hey Bom Shivaye!
Lord Heart your female poetry bottom, penis female sensitive—
ass kissed & tongued by Jove Jupiter Zeus
Ganymede-ass or Tara ladybelly
Om Saraswati Hrih Sowha
MOM
Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom
Lord Heart my baldness cure thru confident eye my lover’s open pupil
My teeth Lord Heart keep clean as I do brush them twice daily. Keep me from pain.
My hernia rupture paunch healed no pain these coughs—soft muscle stomach-fold sewn insentient muscle skin.
Lord Heart not smoke cigarette butts anymore—
Keep me Lord Heart for yr Works & Destruction
Body meat cries, sighs, sits immobile Ah, pain passed over—
Lord Heart, my aged father’s hand is cool, legs stumbling
defend us from Death Fear, Matter-formed fear faces, disgrac’d mere Flesh
Gone known Lord Heart ourselves defend from Foul Fiend
Grant peace this body Lord Heart, this Soul, this Spirit hand & tongue—
this Great Presence defend Lord Heart your silent Inviolable Witness—
Lord Heart the Great Planet defend this Space Mirror of our Vast Emptiness
Lord Heart come fill my Soul with Mountain snow & Glacier-melt slow Aeon’s Gnosis—
ancient voice Lord Heart, your thousand arms & eight, of preservation & compassion
Conch Shell, Lotus, Diamond Sceptre, Book of Memory, Umbrella, Fish & Mirror & Machine Wheel
Eternal One Lord Heart accept my soul and body as your own
Free play of causeless bliss.
London, August 29, 1973
News Bulletin
“Criminal possession of a controlled substance—
Marijuana” came over the radio
I got mad & sent Gov. Rockefeller a
crystal skull postcard
Abbie Hoffman just got busted
million pounds of Cocaine
I wrote the wrong essay & combed burrs
out of a Godly dog’s hide
A lady asked text on Jewish Holocaust
I filed her letter and made sugar borscht
Tim Leary silent Folsom Jail’d I jacked
off with a plastic cock in my ass
Catastrophe everywhere today propane
shortage prophesied I answered my mail
I stuck my head out the edge of
Universe wheels in starry wheels
while Supreme Court struck down pornography
for the umpteenth time
It’ll begin all over dope raids
sex flick police assassinations
mass Television in Vietnam
Mugging on streets your favorite
policeman peddling junk
your favorite President falling falling falling
endlessly the dream cliff
receding into Heaven Vice
President falling falling
stars flying by the earth
oceans awash with blue
galaxies spinning past I washed
my big toe
I exercised my painful ankle smoked
a joint I came I wrote letters
scratched my head
Populations flee the flood, crowds
move downstreet in teargas clouds,
camel riders footweary skeletons
walk away from drought
desert burning, sea screaming,
Bacteria frothing mouth preserve
jars
I made toast I fried mushrooms I ate
raw corn
Armies moved on Phnom Penh I
watched a new born butterfly
flutter orange-winged in circles
round me on the grass
Nixon met Agnew papers said Resign
I resigned I sat and stared at
a flat gray cloud over the roof—
Three boys in jail on trial in
Brussels for translating Anarchist’s
Cookbook I held the cloth
thru which Peter poured boiling beet
juice into an Aluminum pot.
Cherry Valley, September 1, 1973
On Neruda’s Death
Some breath breathes out Adonais & Canto General
Some breath breathes out Bombs and dog barks
Some breath breathes silent over green snow mountains
Some breath breathes not at all
Teton Village, September 25, 1973
Mind Breaths
Thus crosslegged on round pillow sat in Teton Space—
I breathed upon the aluminum microphone-stand a body’s length away
I breathed upon the teacher’s throne, the wooden chair with yellow pillow