The Cantos
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- a leaf in the current condom full of black beetles hate is not born in the trenches i cannot make it cohere i have tried to write paradise indulge the banter pound for pound pull down thy vanity she is an octopus the great ball of crystal the hells move in cycles the temple is holy because it is not for sale the vines burst from my fingers thought is a labyrinth unexpected excellent sausage
sus
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Benito was fifteen when he went off to college
I stayed home and tried to go with his best friend
He told me he was gonna cut my neck right across
Then he read Rousseau
Where did he go?
Master comes to me while I'm sleeping
Gives me hell for my overeating
Tells me how I should cut my hair
You think I am only dreaming
But I've arms of bronze and bone
I was born into a loving home
And of all the promises that I have made
There's one I'll never break
Write his name on your chest in a fever
Sing his song to the boats on the river
Heaven's number is seventy-one
I stayed home and tried to go with his best friend
He told me he was gonna cut my neck right across
Then he read Rousseau
Where did he go?
Master comes to me while I'm sleeping
Gives me hell for my overeating
Tells me how I should cut my hair
You think I am only dreaming
But I've arms of bronze and bone
I was born into a loving home
And of all the promises that I have made
There's one I'll never break
Write his name on your chest in a fever
Sing his song to the boats on the river
Heaven's number is seventy-one
luka
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I'm reading that one, yeah, but on Poetry Foundation.
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Canto LXXXI
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell, What thou lovest…
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luka
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I'm reading that one, yeah, but on Poetry Foundation.
Canto LXXXI
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell, What thou lovest…
Ezra Pound - Background to Canto LXXXI - The Allen Ginsberg Project
AG: …..And then I mentioned.. we had that little poem by Chaucer- “Your two bright eyes will slay me suddenly,/I may the beauty of them not sustain” [Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,/I may the beautè of hem not sustene”]– Remember? “Merciles Beautie” (it’s on page fifty-three).. and I...
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He seemed completely broken by the time Ginsberg met him;
Yes, he replied finally, and then mumbled, “but my own work does not make sense” (or “but I haven’t made sense’).
I had asked him before if he’d like to give a reading in the US, at Buffalo, or S.F., say, he replied, “Too late” –
Yes, he replied finally, and then mumbled, “but my own work does not make sense” (or “but I haven’t made sense’).
I had asked him before if he’d like to give a reading in the US, at Buffalo, or S.F., say, he replied, “Too late” –
sus
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You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but
Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but
Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander
sus
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It's Bernadette Mayer.