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Pages 5&6
Posted: November 13th, 2010, 7:45 pm
by Artguy
Division of-3
Kerouac-Ginsberg-Burroughs
Father-Son-Holy Ghost
This is no trinity
Riding waves of words
Cut and paste
Haiku
Haiku
Haiku
Cuts with a diamond sword
Blurred speeding vision
Howling at the 6
Thumb to the American road
Ol' Mexico
Naked lunch Tangiers derision
Benzedrine nights
Peyotl dreams
Bending wrists
Under foggy north beach lights
"Strange Cottage in Berkeley'
"Hid my marijuana..."
Madness in Rockland
Naomi's Kaddish
Allen is free
Pomes
Streams of rocky consciousness
Father
Son
Holy Ghost
Re: Pages 5&6
Posted: November 13th, 2010, 9:57 pm
by Doreen Peri
I LOVE the painting!
would make a great banner....
not sure what 'Naomi's Kaddish' is ...
fine reflections or an era gone by... interesting to 'worship' them by calling Kerouac, Ginsberg, & Burroughs the Holy Trinity... the metaphor interests me
I've always been baffled by celebrity status.
I love Kerouac's works! LOVE him! And I also REALLY love his speaking voice.. his recitations are fabulous! Many of the other poets (from any generation, the beat generation or ANY generation, really... some of them drone .. it just sounds like droning. Kerouac doesn't drone! He was a great reader and writer!
Ginsberg has some really great pieces but I somehow turn my eye from reading much of his stuff because of his personal affection toward underage boys... makes me cringe. I guess I'm missing some good poetry! But I did read his poem "Underwear" in a college oral interpretation class and got some good response from the audience. That was a really good poem. First 2 lines are pricelessly funny.... "Ever stop to consider underwear?/ Some shocking problems come up when you really dig into it." I memorized that. Hah!
Gotta admit I haven't read a whole lot of Burroughs, just bits and pieces, but the movie where the typewriter turned into a really weird alive being (based on one of his books), now that was really cool! But I get the feeling from what i've read about him that a lot of his topics are focused on narcotics and getting high... I may be wrong. Maybe I'm mixing him up with Hunter Thompson. If that's the case, well, although there's nothing wrong with the topic, it sorta bores me. I saw a movie recently on a Hunter Thompson novel... trying to remember the name of it... writer guy, high all the time, gets drunk with his girlfriend and they hang out in a hotel drinking themselves into oblivion. It had some great lines in it... but otherwise, the plot was boring. Trying to remember the name of it. If I do, I'll post it.
Anyway, I love the artwork and the concept of alluding to the 3 authors as "the holy trinity" is interesting..... so the poem was rather captivating in that respect.
BTW, I owe you a snail mail and I haven't forgotten... "life got in the way of all my plans". I think John Lennon said that. (paraphrased)... I treasure your painting and when people come to visit, they often praise it! Thank you.
Let me know if I can make a banner from this one. I'll either need a higher resolution or to turn it 90 degrees.
Re: Pages 5&6
Posted: November 13th, 2010, 10:52 pm
by judih
doreen,
ginsberg wrote his poem 'Kaddish' to his mother, Naomi
(Kaddish is the prayer said for the dead)
Re: Pages 5&6
Posted: November 14th, 2010, 9:47 am
by Artguy
Sure Doreen just turn it sideways. Ya I keep looking in my mail box....I feel like Charlie Brown waiting for a valentine from the little red headed girl. As far as little boys goes, it was Burroughs who had that penchant. Ginsberg fought with his sexuality his whole life. I was reading Burrough's Soft Parade got into it about 50 or so pages and stopped as he was enjoying sex with a Mexican boy. The painting comes from a series I did in the late 90's and will be the first chapter of my book. The chapter like the series will be called Subterraneans. Kerouac read with song in his voice...
Re: Pages 5&6
Posted: November 14th, 2010, 5:44 pm
by jim turner
There is more here, I think, than meets my old eye. Thought I was well-read, but no. Have searched 3 versions of Oxford's American verse; Ginsberg is the only one I found. No Jack--how strange. Strange, too, your poem, of which bits and pieces emerge for me. jim