Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 96

     Vibrato of Buffy Sainte-Marie?

     Doom call of McGuire?

The heavenly echo of Dylan’s despair

               before the silver microphone

     in his snake suit,

               a reptile boy

                    disappearing in Time—

     soft shoe dancing on the Moon?

It’ll be a relief when the Chinese take over Texas!

     Lifeline pumping its venom “Communist Conspiracy”

     Secret documents Infiltrate & smash Vatican—

          broadcast to these empty plains,

          Isolate farmhouses with radios

               hearing the Horror Syndicate

                  take over the Universe!

Radiostations whistling & crashing against each other on autoradio—

Full moonlight on blue snow

Loudspeaker blasting midnite static

               thru some European Swansong,

     Dit dat dits of outerspace communication

               blanking out Ear’s substance

Vatican whistles undertone

     bloops and eeeeeps, trillion-antennae’d

        grid of the Shabda

If it’s silent it isn’t there—

*   *   *   *

Entering Kansas

     little red towers blink distance,

          Lifeline, continued over 7 stations—

H. L. Hunt his books read,

          Cold reasoning voice over Kansas plains—

O that’s Liberal Spread before us!

Truck stopped by roadside Weighing Station

*

Heavy Jewish voice heard over Kansas Radio

     Varning the Jews, Take safety in Christ

          —Dr. Michaelson

          and the Hebrew-Christian Hour

               —P.O.B. 707 Los Angeles 53—

In 1866 & 1881 the Carbon Companies paid

$2,500,000 for the bones of Buffalos

     Representing 31,000,000 Buffalos.

Handful of Buffalo, lightbrown back shining in the sun

     Grazing at the edge of River Ginnesca—

Peter says Oooo! What

          visions they must have of human beings—

          silent tolerant, head bent,

                         cropping grass—

‘Right now they’re trying to take the Indian territories

                         away, near Hopiland.’

     Wanna build subdivisions,

                              Mineral rights—

               The last lands of the redskins—

Saw it in the paper t’other day

               on the Highway near Tucson—

Blue morning in Kansas,

     black lambs dotted in snow

     Ice gleaming in brown grass at roadside

          Corn stacks, small

          lined up around tree groves—

Kingman Salvage, rusty autos under rusty hill,

Jodrell Bank reporting Sensational pictures Rocks on the Moon,

            “it’s a hard surface—”

    information about Hog Scallops at Birth,

Meat prices, Grain prices

Steer Meat Dollar values,

    Appeal to end Property Tax

Green signs,

    Welcome to Wichita

    Population 280,000

January 28–29, 1966

Chances “R”

Nymph and shepherd raise electric tridents

    glowing red against the plaster wall,

The jukebox beating out magic syllables,

A line of painted boys snapping fingers

    & shaking thin Italian trouserlegs

        or rough dungarees on big asses

        bumping and dipping

ritually, with no religion but the

        old one of cocksuckers

naturally, in Kansas center of America

      the farmboys in Diabolic bar light

    alone stiff necked or lined up

    dancing row on row like Afric husbands

& the music’s sad here, whereas Sunset Trip or

Jukebox Corner it’s ecstatic pinball machines—

Religiously, with concentration and free

        prayer; fairy boys of the plains

        and their gay sisters of the city

step together to the center of the floor

    illumined by machine eyes, screaming drumbeats,

          passionate voices of Oklahoma City

               chanting No Satisfaction

Suspended from Heaven the Chances R

     Club floats rayed by stars

          along a Wichita tree avenue

     traversed with streetlights on the plain.

Wichita, February 1966

Wichita Vortex Sutra

   I

Turn Right Next Corner

     The Biggest Little Town in Kansas

                    Macpherson

Red sun setting flat plains west streaked

               with gauzy veils, chimney mist spread