We're listening to Ferlinghetti now and we've been crawling around on the floor drinking black whiskey and we're praying to the poetry gods that Ferlinghetti and Corso are looking down on us and praying for whiskey bent visions, pulling Hirschman's beard, and trying to translate Thompson's well known proverbs, all the while singing some old Hank tunes. We can't keep shooting off 12 gauge rounds into the night but Ferlinghetti's poetry lights our way and without him we are lost. When will we see those city lights again. God bless you for keeping the pterodactyls at bay and pelicans in proper footwear. Thank you for posting these most of intelligent notes, on uniquely American trails. Ice your whiskey and sharpen your wits and God bless the USA for giving us Ferlinghetti, Corso, and Hirschman.
also WOW WOW WOW that last poem...... the ideas of birds, flight, the american Eagle for God's sake the imagery is amazingly intertwined... flying, hijacking, the 3rd world, the 3rd world war just WOW what connections, the man has it all the voice and all
Here's a poem for you that is actually incorporated into one of my paintings. Put in psychotic episode 107 then go to the artist web site at the end of the video for thirty more poems, paintings and drawings. Give your evaluations.
My soul, sleeping through a fascist high school was awakened by a poem in a dusty anthology 'Christ Climbed Down" and, with my heart, ran away to San Francisco where, at City Lights, Lawrence presided over a Feast of Beats and Gave Voice to a Vixen -- Freedom! jrs
He was at D-Day too!!! I thought he only clobbered them at Nagasaki!? He really was Popeye! But yeah, that's it--I have to ask myself "why do I hate America so much?"
We're listening to Ferlinghetti now and we've been crawling around on the floor drinking black whiskey and we're praying to the poetry gods that Ferlinghetti and Corso are looking down on us and praying for whiskey bent visions, pulling Hirschman's beard, and trying to translate Thompson's well known proverbs, all the while singing some old Hank tunes. We can't keep shooting off 12 gauge rounds into the night but Ferlinghetti's poetry lights our way and without him we are lost. When will we see those city lights again. God bless you for keeping the pterodactyls at bay and pelicans in proper footwear. Thank you for posting these most of intelligent notes, on uniquely American trails. Ice your whiskey and sharpen your wits and God bless the USA for giving us Ferlinghetti, Corso, and Hirschman.
Just brilliant. And so perfectly DIY… he brings his own little CD player.
RIP to a legend. He died on the same day we honor the 200th year of Keats’ passing. Hail City Lights and literary freedom. Hail San Francisco of old!
:)
my fav book Coney....
what a great treat
I love the way Lawrence reads. Can you believe it, he and Ginsberg, Ed Sanders, and others started the Beat Generation.
also WOW WOW WOW that last poem...... the ideas of birds, flight, the american Eagle for God's sake the imagery is amazingly intertwined... flying, hijacking, the 3rd world, the 3rd world war just WOW what connections, the man has it all the voice and all
Wish I could have been there.
The seagulls were freaky at first. But the poem slowly worked it out.. Very inspiring is poetry that involves astronomy...
what a treat this video was.
blairtoo pp
"with their lives our dreams are sown"
Here's a poem for you that is actually incorporated into one of my paintings. Put in psychotic episode 107 then go to the artist web site at the end of the video for thirty more poems, paintings and drawings. Give your evaluations.
My soul, sleeping
through a fascist high school
was awakened by a poem
in a dusty anthology
'Christ Climbed Down"
and, with my heart, ran away
to San Francisco where,
at City Lights, Lawrence presided
over a Feast of Beats
and Gave Voice
to a Vixen -- Freedom!
jrs
he says exaggerations! the truth from a true poet
what's a mellon list?
does some audio book with his poetry exist?
He was at D-Day too!!!
I thought he only clobbered them at Nagasaki!?
He really was Popeye!
But yeah, that's it--I have to ask myself "why do I hate America so much?"
He like other Beat Poets was very much against bombing Japan.
Popeye's grandpappy shipping the same shop-worm poems and Baloney.
cringe level10000000000000% from that girl at the start
Yawn.