Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen. Страница 167
There ain’t no Lord to call on, now my youth is gone
Sickness blues, don’t want to fuck no more
Sickness blues, can’t get it up no more
Tears come in my eyes, feel like an old tired whore
I went to see the doctor, he shot me with poison germs
I got out of the hospital, my head was full of worms
All I can think is Death, father’s getting old
He can’t walk half a block, his feet feel cold
I went down to Santa Fe take vacation there
Indians selling turquoise in dobe huts in Taos Pueblo Square
Got headache in La Fonda, I could get sick anywhere
Must be my bad karma, fuckin these pretty boys
Hungry ghosts chasing me, because I been chasing joys
Lying here in bed alone, playing with my toys
I musta been doing something wrong meat & cigarettes
Bow down before my lord, 100 thousand regrets
All my poems down in hell, that’s what pride begets
Sick and angry, lying in my hospital bed
Doctor Doctor bring morphine before I’m totally dead
Sick and angry at the national universe O my aching head
Someday I’m gonna get out of here, go somewhere alone
Yeah I’m going to leave this town with noise of rattling bone
I got the sickness blues, you’ll miss me when I’m gone
Boulder, July 19, 1975
Gospel Noble Truths
Gospel Noble Truths
Born in this world
You got to suffer
Everything changes
You got no soul
Try to be gay
Ignorant happy
You get the blues
You eat jellyroll
There is one Way
You take the high road
In your big Wheel
8 steps you fly
Look at the View
Right to horizon
Talk to the sky
Act like you talk
Work like the sun
Shine in your heaven
See what you done
Come down & walk
Sit you sit down
Breathe when you breathe
Lie down you lie down
Walk where you walk
Talk when you talk
Cry when you cry
Lie down you lie down
Die when you die
Look when you look
Hear what you hear
Taste what you taste here
Smell what you smell
Touch what you touch
Think what you think
Let go Let it go Slow
Earth Heaven & Hell
Die when you die
Die when you die
Lie down you lie down
Die when you die
New York Subway, October 17, 1975
Lay Down Yr Mountain
Rolling Thunder Stones
I
LAY DOWN YR MOUNTAIN
Lay down Lay down yr mountain Lay down God
Lay down Lay down your music Love lay down
Lay down Lay down yr hatred Lay yrself down
Lay down Lay down your nation Lay your foot on the rock
Lay down yr whole creation Lay yr mind down
Lay down Lay down yr empire Lay your whole world down
Lay down your soul forever Lay your vision down
Lay down yr bright body Down your golden heavy crown
Lay down Lay down yr magic hey! Alchemist lay it down clear
Lay down your practice precisely Lay down yr wisdom dear
Lay down yr skillful camera Lay down yr image right
Lay down your brilliant image Lay down light
Lay down your ignorance Roll yr wheel once more
Lay down yr empty suffering Lay down yr Lion’s Roar
October 31, 1975
II
Sunrise Ceremony Verse
Improvised with Australian Aborigine Song-Sticks
at Request of Medicine Man Rolling Thunder November 5, 1975
When Music was needed Music sounded
When a Ceremony was needed a Teacher appeared
When Students were needed Telephones rang.
When Cars were needed Wheels rolled in
When a Place was needed a Mansion appeared
When a Fire was needed Wood appeared
When an Ocean was needed Waters rippled waves
When Shore was needed Shore met Ocean
When Sun was needed the Sun rose east
When People were needed People arrived
When a circle was needed a Circle formed.
Plymouth
III
SNOW BLUES
Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine
Jiggling yr knees blankeyed in the rain
When it snows in yr nose you catch cold in yr brain
Danbury, November 10, 1975
IV
TO THE SIX NATI ONS AT TUSCARORA RE SERVATION
We give thanks for this food, deer meat & indian-corn soup
Which is a product of the labor of your people