Anyone here fond of Ginsberg's work. I had the last few days off from Spring Break and I spend a significant chuck of it just reading through his prose and poems. I've rarely read anything quite as raw and powerful. And the style/delivery of words are insane, chucking them together in a grammatically incorrect but transcendent. And there's always great wit and irony etched into the lines. The Lion For Real by Allen Ginsberg "Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days Called up old Reichian analyst who'd kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana 'It's happened' I panted 'There's a Lion in my living room' 'I'm afraid any discussion would have no value' he hung up I went to my old boyfriend we got drunk with his girlfriend I kissed him and announced I had a lion with a mad gleam in my eye We wound up fighting on the floor I bit his eyebrow he kicked me out I ended up masturbating in his jeep parked in the street moaning 'Lion.' Found Joey my novelist friend and roared at him 'Lion!' He looked at me interested and read me his spontaneous ignu high poetries I listened for lions all I heard was Elephant Tiglon Hippogriff Unicorn Ants But figured he really understood me when we made it in Ignaz Wisdom's bathroom. But next day he sent me a leaf from his Smoky Mountain retreat 'I love you little Bo-Bo with your delicate golden lions But there being no Self and No Bars therefore the Zoo of your dear Father hath no lion You said your mother was mad don't expect me to produce the Monster for your Bridegroom.' Confused dazed and exalted bethought me of real lion starved in his stink in Harlem Opened the door the room was filled with the bomb blast of his anger He roaring hungrily at the plaster walls but nobody could hear outside thru the window My eye caught the edge of the red neighbor apartment building standing in deafening stillness We gazed at each other his implacable yellow eye in the red halo of fur Waxed rhuemy on my own but he stopped roaring and bared a fang greeting. I turned my back and cooked broccoli for supper on an iron gas stove boilt water and took a hot bath in the old tup under the sink board. He didn't eat me, tho I regretted him starving in my presence. Next week he wasted away a sick rug full of bones wheaten hair falling out enraged and reddening eye as he lay aching huge hairy head on his paws by the egg-crate bookcase filled up with thin volumes of Plato, & Buddha. Sat by his side every night averting my eyes from his hungry motheaten face stopped eating myself he got weaker and roared at night while I had nightmares Eaten by lion in bookstore on Cosmic Campus, a lion myself starved by Professor Kandisky, dying in a lion's flophouse circus, I woke up mornings the lion still added dying on the floor--'Terrible Presence!'I cried'Eat me or die!' It got up that afternoon--walked to the door with its paw on the south wall to steady its trembling body Let out a soul-rending creak from the bottomless roof of his mouth thundering from my floor to heaven heavier than a volcano at night in Mexico Pushed the door open and said in a gravelly voice "Not this time Baby-- but I will be back again." Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the universe how am I chosen In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your Mercy. ---------- Post added 14th Mar 2011 at 05:12 PM ---------- Allen Ginsberg Two Sonnets ( After reading Kerouac's manuscript The Town and the City) I I dwelled in Hell on earth to write this rhyme, I live in stillness now, in living flame; I witness Heaven in unholy time I room in the renowned city, am Unknown. The fame I dwell in is not mine, I would not have it. Angels in the air Serenade my senses in delight. Intelligence of poets, saints and fair Characters converse with me all night. But all the streets are burning everywhere. The city is burning these multitudes that climb Her buildings. Their inferno is the same I scaled as a stupendous blazing stair. They vanish as I look into the light. II Woe unto thee, Manhattan, woe to thee, Woe unto all the cites of the world. Repent, Chicagos, O repent; ah, me! Los Angeles, now thou art gone so wild, I think thou art still mighty, yet shall be, As the earth shook, and San Francisco fell, An angel in an agony of flame. City of horrors, New York so much like Hell, How soon thou shalt be city-without-name, A tomb of souls, and a poor broken knell. Fire and fire on London, Moscow shall die, And Paris her livid atomies be rolled Together into the Woe of the blazing bell - All cities then shall toll for their great fame.
I was lucky enough to randomly run across him as an 11 year old when this song got on the triple J hottest 100 CD in 1996. [youtube]Lrc96uGWyrE[/youtube] Loved him ever since!
