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a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human
looks out of the heart
burning with purity-
-Allen Ginsberg
Song
at last,
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
-Allen Ginsberg
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
Humanity
What simple profundities
What profound simplicities
To sit down among the trees
and breathe with them
in murmur brool and breeze
Well, humankind,
Im part of you
and so my son
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye
yes, yes,
but neither of us
will believe
your big sad lie
that's what
-Gregory Corso
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.
Three
The street singer is sick
crouched in the doorway holding his heart
Genius
One less song in the noisy night
-Gregory Corso
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
-Gary Snyder
here;
Every pulse of the rot at the heart
In the sick fat veins of Amerika
Pushes the edge up closer--
go down.
From town.
to
you and your children:
-Gary Snyder
Front Lines
-Gary Snyder
is to us
so are we to the trees
as are they
to the rocks and the hills.
-Gary Snyder
Blue Monday
all week.
the crystal
and fedora.
He wore black
Love, I said.
I could tell.
It is blue.
It is blue.
It is blue.
-Diane Wakoski
For Lew
"
"Yeah" he said,
"There's a basic fear between your world and
mine.
The green stocking girl
I bend down
on my knees
-Gary Snyder
No more
Poem to a Dead Pigeon
No more
everywhere I go is beauty
No more
on this earth
-Jack Micheline
poor bird
shall the light
blind you to darkness
No more
She sits at her small desk
poor
bird
No more
-Jack Micheline
Everywhere I go
Lions and Tigers and The Little Mouse Too
Everywhere I go is beauty
trees illuminated
street lights glowing in the darkness
I want to run up to strangers and kiss them
but there is too much noise
men kill each other
I'm sick and tired of seeing sad faces
The lone solitary soul that does her beautiful Who can't say die unless I die
dance for
It is all a mad dream
all to see
The race track full of maniacs
The same buses full of beaten and tired faces Wonder is the young girl in love
I only know when the cock rises and the crow Wonder is love
howls
The concerto
To eat, to drink, to take a leak
The hummingbird
And chicken is good to eat when one is hungry
The clouds moving across the night sky
Money buys everybody, that is why the world is
fucked up
It is raining again
That is why politicians have seventeen faces and
Light against darkness
speechwriters
And waitresses wear lipstick
Why poets hang out in groups for protection Man against the night
And musicians disappear faster than flies
And artists suck the rich quicker than summer The day awakens
watermelon
Let's sing a son
and bourgeois children
For those who chase the night
Why the communists and capitalists
For those that dance with light
Use the same deck of tricks
One speck of light
To hide the miraculous
No matter who is light
The magic of life
Light the unknown
The wonder of children and salamanders and
birds
The unknown, it is all we have
Anything is possible
Like new born colors flashing across the
Universe
The road
The vagabond
Wilbur Ware
The dreamers
Gil Gaulkins
The dancers
Bill Bosio
The unsung
Al Delauro
Sue McGraw
Linda
Charlotte
Banana Boat
Steamboat Jones
Jeremiah
Jerusalem
The light is coming out
I'll give the sun away
It belongs to everybody
It's not mine to give away
Those with the sun
wretched
tattooed
Those in jail
confused
We are one
Those perplexed
agonized
whacked
-Jack Micheline