Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 262

Am I God after all, made the universe, we dreamed it up together

or got tumbled out of the Chute onto the Planet, looking for progenitors?

I know I’m not God, are you? Don’t be silly.

God? God? Everybody’s God? Don’t be silly.

February 25, 1994

Ah War

Ah War bigness addiction

Alchemized thru meta-industrial

Labor-Intensive permanent tree

Crop protein energy system

recycling Urban Wastes

in Meditative Egoless non

Theistic Space

Lisner Auditorium

Monday, March 21, 1994, 8:00 P.M.

Excrement

Everybody excretes different loads

To think of it—

Marilyn Monroe’s pretty buttocks,

               Eleanor Roosevelt’s bloomers dropt

     Rudolf Valentino on the seat, taut

                    muscles relaxing

Presidents looking down the bowl

                         to see their state of health

     Our White House rosy-cheeked dieter,

               One last, gaunt sourpuss

                    striped pants ankle’d

                         in the Water Chamber

Name it? byproduct of

          vegetables, steak, sausages, rice

     reduced to a brown loaf in the watery tureen,

                    splatter of dark mud on highway

                         side cornfields

          studded with peanuts & grape seeds—

Who doesn’t attend to her business

No matter nobility, Hollywood starshine, media

               Blitz-heroics, everyone at

                    table follows watercloset

                         regulation & relief

An empty feeling going back to banquet,

               returned to bed, sitting for Breakfast,

     a pile of dirt unloaded from gut level

          mid-belly, down thru the butthole

                    relaxed & released from the ton

                         of old earth, poured back

                              on Earth

It never appears in public

     ’cept cartoons, filthy canards,

          political commix left & right

The Eminent Cardinal his robes pushed aside,

     Empress of Japan her 60 pound kimono,

          layered silks pushed aside,

The noble German Statesman giving his heart ease

     The pretty student boy in Heidelberg

          between chemic processor abstractions,

     Keypunch operators in vast newsrooms

                         Editors their wives and children

          drop feces of various colors

          iron supplement black

               to pale green-white sausage

                    delicacies the same

                         in tiny bathroom

                              distant suburbs,

          even dogs on green front lawns

                    produce their simulacra of

                         human garbage

               we all drop

Myself the poet aging on the stool

     Polyhymnia the Muse herself, lowered to this throne—

                    what a relief!

March 24, 1994

New Stanzas for Amazing Grace

I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place

Where I was lost alone

Folk looked right through me into space

And passed with eyes of stone

O homeless hand on many a street

Accept this change from me

A friendly smile or word is sweet

As fearless charity

Woe workingman who hears the cry

And cannot spare a dime

Nor look into a homeless eye

Afraid to give the time

So rich or poor no gold to talk

A smile on your face

The homeless ones where you may walk

Receive amazing grace

I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place

Where I was lost alone

Folk looked right through me into space

And passed with eyes of stone

April 2, 1994

Composed at the request of Ed Sanders for his production of The New Amaz

ing Grace, performed November 20, 1994, at the Poetry Project in St. Mark’s

Church in-the-Bouwerie.

City Lights City

On Via Ferlinghetti & Kerouac Alley young heroes muse melancholy 2025 A.D.

Musicians brood & pace Bob Kaufman Street and practice future jazz on Rexroth place

Spiritual novelists sit rapt in contemplation under the street sign at Saroyan Place before they cross to Aram Alley

Loves’ eyes gaze sparkling on Bay waters from McClure Plaza at the foot of Market

Old Market itself as Robert Duncan Boulevard teems with theosophic shops & Hermetic Department Stores

& crossing Duncan Blvd.: First DiPrima Second Henry Miller Third Corso Street

Fourth Jeffers Street & Fifth on John Wieners Street the Greyhound Terminal stands

surrounded by Bookstore Galleries, Publishers Rows, and Artists lofts