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Death & Fame

Death & Fame

When I die

I don't care what happens to my body

throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River

bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery

But l want a big funeral

St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in
Manhattan

First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother
96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,

Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sisterin-
law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters
their grandchildren,

companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--

Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche,
there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting
America, Satchitananda Swami

Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche,
Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms

Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau
Roshis, Lama Tarchen --

Then, most important, lovers over half-century

Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich

young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each
other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories

"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand
day retreat --"

"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he
loved me"

"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"

"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly
arms round each other"

"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my
skivvies would be on the floor"

"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master"

"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then
sleep in his captain's bed."

"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"

"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my
stomach

shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- "

"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth
& fingers along my waist"

"He gave great head"

So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commingling
with flesh and youthful blood of 1997

and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"

"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."

"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender
and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,

my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick,
tickled with his tongue my behind"

"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged


chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a

pillow --"

Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear

"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his
walk-up flat,

seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him
again never wanted to... "

"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made
sure I came first"

This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--

Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock
star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical conductors,
unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trumpeters,
bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger
fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin autoharp
pennywhistles & kazoos

Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India,
Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massachusets
surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty
sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American
provinces

Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate bibliophiles,
sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex

"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved
him anyway, true artist"

"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me
from suicide hospitals"

"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my
studio guest a week in Budapest"

Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"

"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "

"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas
City"

"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"

"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"

"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized
others like me out there"

Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures

Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photography
aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural
historians come to witness the historic funeral

Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autographhunters,
distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkers

Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased

who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive

February 22, 1997
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Cosmopolitan Greetings

Cosmopolitan Greetings

Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
Observe what’s vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Catch yourself thinking.
Vividness is self-selecting.
If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
Remember the future.
Freedom costs little in the U.S.
Asvise only myself.
Don’t drink yourself to death.
Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
scientific data.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
world (after Einstein).
The universe is subjective..
Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
Universe is Person.
Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
What’s in between thoughts?
Mind is outer space.
What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
“First thought, best thought.”
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Candour ends paranoia.
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Cezanne's Ports

Cezanne's Ports

In the foreground we see time and life
swept in a race
toward the left hand side of the picture
where shore meets shore.


But that meeting place
isn't represented;
it doesn't occur on the canvas.


For the other side of the bay
is Heaven and Eternity,
with a bleak white haze over its mountains.


And the immense water of L'Estaque is a go-between
for minute rowboats.
525

A Desolaltion

A Desolaltion

Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
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An Asphodel

An Asphodel

O dear sweet rosy
unattainable desire
...how sad, no way
to change the mad
cultivated asphodel, the
visible reality...

and skin's appalling
petals--how inspired
to be so Iying in the living
room drunk naked
and dreaming, in the absence
of electricity...
over and over eating the low root
of the asphodel,
gray fate...

rolling in generation
on the flowery couch
as on a bank in Arden-my
only rose tonite's the treat
of my own nudity.
523

Syllables at Rocky Mountain Dharma Center

Syllables at Rocky Mountain Dharma Center

Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks.
Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- Thistles blossomed late afternoon.
Put on my shirt and took it off in the sun walking the path to lunch.
A dandelion seed floats above the marsh grass with the mosquitos.
At 4 A.M. the two middleaged men sleeping together holding hands.
In the half-light of dawn a few birds warble under the Pleiades.
Sky reddens behind fir trees, larks twitter, sparrows cheep cheep cheep


cheep cheep.
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Identification and basic context

Allen Ginsberg was an American poet and writer, widely considered one of the most influential figures of the Beat Generation. He was born on June 3, 1926, and died on April 5, 1997. He was a significant voice in 20th-century American literature, known for his confrontational, prophetic, and deeply personal style. He was openly gay and a lifelong advocate for various social and political causes. His nationality was American, and he wrote primarily in English.

Childhood and education

Ginsberg was born in Newark, New Jersey, to Jewish parents. His mother, Naomi Ginsberg, suffered from mental illness throughout his childhood, a theme that would profoundly influence his poetry, particularly in "Howl." He attended Columbia University, where he began to develop his literary interests, though he was often at odds with the academic establishment. During his university years, he was exposed to various literary and philosophical currents, including modernism, surrealism, and Eastern mysticism, which would later shape his unique poetic vision.

Literary trajectory

Ginsberg's literary journey began during his university years, where he met key figures like Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs. His breakthrough came with the publication of "Howl and Other Poems" in 1956. The poem's explicit content and anti-establishment themes led to an obscenity trial, which Ginsberg ultimately won, establishing a landmark victory for freedom of speech in American literature. He continued to write prolifically throughout his life, producing numerous collections of poetry, essays, and letters. His work evolved over time, incorporating elements of Eastern philosophy, jazz rhythms, and a continued engagement with social and political issues.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Ginsberg's major works include "Howl" (1956), "Kaddish" (1961), "Reality Sandwiches" (1963), "Planet News" (1972), and "White Shroud" (1986). His dominant themes encompass spirituality (often influenced by Buddhism), homosexuality, drug use, madness, social injustice, war, and the critique of American capitalism and conformity. His style is characterized by long, Whitmanesque lines, a confessional and prophetic tone, vivid and often shocking imagery, and a rhythmic intensity that evokes spoken word performance. He embraced free verse and experimented with form, often structuring his poems as epic narratives or ecstatic outpourings. His poetic voice is intensely personal, yet seeks a universal resonance, speaking truth to power and lamenting the spiritual desolation of modern society. He was associated with the Beat Generation and influenced by figures like Walt Whitman and William Blake.

Cultural and historical context

Ginsberg lived and wrote during a period of immense social and political upheaval in the United States, including the Cold War, the Civil Rights Movement, the Vietnam War, and the counterculture of the 1960s. He was a vocal critic of these events and the prevailing social norms. He was closely associated with other Beat writers like Kerouac and Burroughs, forming a significant literary circle that challenged conventional literary and social values. Ginsberg's work directly engaged with the cultural anxieties and aspirations of his time, becoming a voice for those marginalized or disillusioned by mainstream American society.

Personal life

Ginsberg's personal life was marked by intense relationships, including his lifelong love for Peter Orlovsky. His mother's mental illness deeply affected him and fueled much of his early writing. He was an outspoken advocate for gay rights and spiritual exploration, often incorporating his personal experiences with drugs, meditation, and travel into his poetry. He maintained friendships with many artists and writers and was known for his passionate engagement with political activism.

Recognition and reception

While initially controversial, Ginsberg's work gained significant recognition over time. "Howl" is now considered a seminal work of 20th-century American literature, and he received numerous awards, including the National Book Award for Poetry in 1974 for "The Fall of America." He was celebrated both by countercultural movements and in academic circles, though his work continued to challenge conventional tastes. His influence extended internationally.

Influences and legacy

Ginsberg was heavily influenced by Walt Whitman, William Blake, and Eastern spiritual traditions, particularly Buddhism. His legacy is immense; he inspired generations of poets and artists with his courage in confronting difficult subjects, his innovative use of language, and his commitment to social justice. He is a key figure in the American literary canon, and his works continue to be studied, translated, and performed worldwide. His impact on spoken word poetry and performance art is also significant.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Ginsberg's poetry has been interpreted as a spiritual quest, a cry against conformity, and a profound exploration of the human condition in the modern age. Critics have analyzed his use of confessional elements, his engagement with social and political issues, and his spiritual dimensions. Debates often center on the balance between his radical politics and his spiritual aspirations, and the raw, often disturbing, nature of his imagery.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Ginsberg was a prolific letter writer and kept extensive journals. He had a lifelong fascination with Tibetan Buddhism and was a practicing Buddhist. He was also a talented photographer, documenting his life and the lives of his friends. Despite his often wild public persona, he was also known for his intellectual curiosity and his deep compassion.

Death and memory

Allen Ginsberg died of liver cancer at the age of 70. His death was mourned by literary and activist communities worldwide. His literary estate continues to be managed, and his works remain widely available, ensuring his continued presence and influence in literature and culture. His papers are housed at Stanford University.