A. Ginsberg – Television Was a Baby Crawling Toward That Deathchamber

Here I am—Old Betty Boop whoopsing behind the skull-microphone

wondering what Idiot soap opera horror show we broadcast by Mistake

—full of communists and frankenstein cops and

mature capitalists running the State Department and the Daily News Editorial

hypnotizing millions of legional-eyed detectives to commit mass murder on the Invisible

 

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In art, no rights for the wicked

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I was wondering what to post about today and then I got this brilliant idea that I should just make another  post about art. You just can’t go wrong with that.

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All the Pretty Flowers

No flower like that flower, which knew itself in the garden, and fought the knife—lost

A. Ginsberg – Kaddish

It’s time get this blog back on track, a little more time and a little more summer outside. That helps.  The quote above caught my eye lately. This isn’t a surprise but let’s make it clear. Allen Ginsberg has a lot more to offer than just Howl.

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