Showing posts with label Ferlinghetti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ferlinghetti. Show all posts

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Blah. Blaah

Fuck You Blah. Blaah. 






















" Nowadays most people kick with the pricks." 
Theodor Adorno Second Harvest

Sometime during eternity
some guys show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
like Galilee
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hip
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad
And moreover
he adds
It's all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you wont find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
nineteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter

You're hot
they tell him
and they cool him
They stretch him on the Tree to cool
And everybody after that
is always making models
of this Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning His name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is the king cat
who's got to blow
or they can't quite make it

Only he don't come down
from His tree

Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also according to the roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
real dead


Ferlinghetti

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Je Rodais, Je Flanais, Je Planais


"And all the days and all the women in the cafes and all the glasses, I would have liked to drink them all and break them...and all the windows and all the lives, and all the wheels of carriages turning and turning on the, on the mauvais paves. And I wanted to plunge them all in a furnace of swords" Ferlinghetti



In Search of Being Intellects

Our story has been told already we will not be there when the buildings are wrapped in flames crumbling crumbling the establishments burning one by one the street will look and feel and taste like the christmas tree we stole but set too close too close to the fireplace each little little little light exploding showering electricity over the bare floor and you thanked God we skipped gifts that year. I.E.L