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[Chemical]

Since no one replies much to these anyways I'm going to make a single thread that holds all the writing I do.

Lots of double posting - but I think we can make an exception.

[Chemical]

(A little poem I blocked out/revised )


I love you
but I must damn your beautiful

I love your ice
into its rot I drowned alone

With your not even knowing
the time and mystery
of genius interreputed

the essential luxury of the night

and the old north
that caugh his own feast

swimming in the lake in grief

the water would not hold
the sky deep maelstrom

free,
but I must say
your whirlpool breaks us one by one

we stretch like curtains
on a cool morning onto a red sun

onto the black bottom
our days defined in the root and fire
of that wind

your evening moved across my wall
and cried, let go
and found their secret would not ever let go

[Chemical]

Filthy Tight
– Ode to Allen Ginsberg





Homosexual sex, the drugs and war time politics,

His social outburst cried “Atomic Oppression!” at the authorities.

Arresting the voice they soon understood that they couldn’t silence the protest,

And instead found themselves in a biography; then a student’s bibliography.

Graphical and spiritual; the dirty, nasty hardcore; the chemical elevation,

Gave birth to the legend; not the man, not the lover.

And in his presence the lost souls snapped to their own beat,

Listening to his anti-anti-homosexual, anti-war war cries as they cried, yes!

And in front of them his words flowed freely through them,

He changed and altered man in his own image before them.

He was not a prophet but his words hit like lightening,

Scorching the tradition of the fore-father and nesting in the gaping hole a whole community.

Confirming his sweaty, anal love for the forbidden sex, everyone knew he was married,

And now he rests as part of the Earth as if to state this is where we all return.

Now as the poets snap to their own beat they remember his pulsating spirit,

And the best minds of his generation destroyed by madness.

[farplaner]

I wanted to reply to your post, because I think you're doing something interesting. However, I really am no aficionado.

That said, here are my (perhaps not worthwhile) offerings

I like your use of language. Some of the imagery just pulls you into the experience of it- doesn't give you any opportunity to let the vision unfold in your mind (which is good, is what I'm saying)
example:

we stretch like curtains
on a cool morning onto a red sun

for one.


I can't speak about your tribute to Ginsburg, because I don't know his work. However I like these lines:

And in front of them his words flowed freely through them,

He changed and altered man in his own image before them.

I like that his words (in my mind, at least) take form, and take flight, and dive into and out of the readers or listeners or etc.

It's like he's impacting their souls with the power of his words.

"He changed...." the effects are happening in "real time."

When I think of "changing and altering man" I think of evolution, which normally takes hundreds of thousands of years, but here it is happening in the present, all at once. That's how I see it, anyway.

[Resha]

The Ode to Allen Ginsberg was especially beautiful. I loved it. A beautiful ode for a great man

[Chemical]

Thanks for your comments

Allen Ginsberg was a poet of the 70's and he is acredited to playing a large part in the fight for sexual liberation; he was gay.

He was very much into politics, expression, peaceful protest, human rights... I suggest going here:

http://www.rooknet.com/beatpage/writers/ginsberg.html

[Araciel]

dood...good job on the writing and such.

[farplaner]

Thanks for the link, Chemical. I glanced at the page long enough (so far) to read through America, and I'm intrigued.

The imagery just smacks you in the face- it's somewhat invigorating. I'm definitely going back to that page, though it may take me a few years (knowing my habits) to attain any kind of familiarity with Ginsberg. Anyway, judging from just that first poem, I think you really captured something of his style.

By the way: can you define "Troskyites"?