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nUkiEmOLe poetRy of Others #21/ 23 Jan 2021 ShoRt, bRief, poems by Famous Allen GinsbeRg fRom 1959

nUkiEmOLe poetRy of Others #21/ 23 Jan 2021

ShoRt, bRief, poems by Famous Allen GinsbeRg fRom 1959

   

Sept. 25, 1959 poem (by Allen Ginsberg)

Beauty the Murderer is left alone,

        Beauty knows the score

though the judges sit & ponder & perplexed

         by flesh

Pound gavels and condemn the suffering

          criminal

to immediate Beauty with their heads

          chopped off

gas, electricity, poison, rifle,

          A-Bomb, Tiger Tooth, Bacteria

bring us back to Beauty”

 

Nov. 4, 1959 (poem by Allen Ginsberg)

America is covered with lies

The young thinkers are bad men

         full  of nasty ideas

America created the atom bomb and

         dropped it on the world

Ezra Pound is right the nation is

         an insane asylum

 

Dec. 23, 1959 (poem by Allen Ginsberg)

the nameless gives names

…the Conceptless gives concepts

that whish is sans identity created identities

 

Dec. 28th 1959 poem: “shot in the Back by a fallen Leaf”

  We will widen our consciousness till

      it includes knowledge of Death—

…Man shall be Death, Man was but life…

Man shall be—

                      and no ands ifs buts—

himself Beginning & the end

      and man will not be Man

till mankind ends and the new God is Born

      by our invention—

take over Great Buster—Come on Big Babe!

I inseminate thee Universe in thine own sweet

                    asshole: Death

   that’s why I’m queer

to make birth obsolete

               ************************************

I like this poem for the awkward surreality evolved into a pitch for truth? Plus Allen never had much time to chew the fat, due the nature in the depth of lacking-Partiality the public had taken for understanding where the insouciance of man-Kind was when laid side-by-Side with the rhetoric of truth allowed, or being spoken. We never had an awkward moment as his answers were concise w.i. the premise of concept understood, although once in St Louis at his reading he’s not into rapping about the bomb’s being made and the wastelands being ‘dumped’ so we sat on the tracks at R-Flats several years in-a-row. I’d done my poetics sonambulently, and the prose I read on the tracks made him get up and stretch—righteous “R” is? Dig.

The personal sidelights of marches, protests, vigils, demonstrations, politics known, socio-Polity renown, and phonetics to shout down the adversaries who have been dunce-Boomers, no! The impersonal concatenations, oftentimes scares novices from getting involved, but that’s only scaring one’s good-Intimation (why intimate), procurement of “sleaze” or as my uncle who never protested because he like ciggy-Butts too much said “or degeneracy” and so those small features made for great UN-spoken: turns—as an direct-Action: activist, as Allen Ginsberg was one, too!

                      


ShoRt, bRief, poems by Famous Allen GinsbeRg fRom 1959

    Sept. 25, 1959 poem (by Allen Ginsberg)

“Beauty the Murderer is left alone,

        Beauty knows the score

though the judges sit & ponder & perplexed

         by flesh

Pound gavels and condemn the suffering

          criminal

to immediate Beauty with their heads

          chopped off

gas, electricity, poison, rifle,

          A-Bomb, Tiger Tooth, Bacteria

bring us back to Beauty”

Nov. 4, 1959 (poem by Allen Ginsberg)

America is covered with lies

The young thinkers are bad men

         full  of nasty ideas

America created the atom bomb and

         dropped it on the world

Ezra Pound is right the nation is

         an insane asylum

Dec. 23, 1959 (poem by Allen Ginsberg)

the nameless gives names

…the Conceptless gives concepts

that whish is sans identity created identities

Dec. 28th 1959 poem: “shot in the Back by a fallen Leaf”

               We will widen our consciousness till

      it includes knowledge of Death—

…Man shall be Death, Man was but life…

Man shall be—

                      and no ands ifs buts—

himself Beginning & the end

      and man will not be Man

till mankind ends and the new God is Born

      by our invention—

take over Great Buster—Come on Big Babe!

I inseminate thee Universe in thine own sweet

                    asshole: Death

   that’s why I’m queer

to make birth obsolete

I like this poem for the awkward surreality evolved into a pitch for truth? Plus Allen never had much time to chew the fat, due the nature in the depth of lacking-Partiality the public had taken for understanding where the insouciance of man-Kind was when laid side-by-Side with the rhetoric of truth allowed, or being spoken. We never had an awkward moment as his answers were concise w.i. the premise of concept understood, although once in St Louis at his reading he’s not into rapping about the bomb’s being made and the wastelands being ‘dumped’ so we sat on the tracks at R-Flats several years in-a-row. I’d done my poetics sonambulently, and the prose I read on the tracks made him get up and stretch—righteous “R” is? Dig.

The personal sidelights of marches, protests, vigils, demonstrations, politics known, socio-Polity renown, and phonetics to shout down the adversaries who have been dunce-Boomers, no! The impersonal concatenations, oftentimes scares novices from getting involved, but that’s only scaring one’s good-Intimation (why intimate), procurement of “sleaze” or as my uncle who never protested because he like ciggy-Butts too much said “or degeneracy” and so those small features made for great UN-spoken: turns—as an direct-Action: activist, as Allen Ginsberg was one, too!

                      

Bio-sketch (2-27-16)…

I started into believing that I would be able to show my data and my photogRapHics in 1996. By 1998 I was learning computers would gain ascendant methods thru technics of programming for a future connected to data and information. That was nuclear-Molecular finding(s) to share and my personal-Activism w first account specifics and engendering(s).

As cameras went 'digital-Tech' I fond that editing was also to follow in 2004. Then, in 2005 my first digital camera had replaced usage(s) of s.l.r. 35 mm's. I have no mercy nor pity for the thieves who have stolen my hard werk, as anxiety of what I allowed was mid-stReam--anyway! Those asshole-Pukes have cost me $1,000's on a fixed income and I remain single, sole-Survivor of two-Families w.o. offspring!

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