TOTALLY inspired by allen ginsberg. hope you like.
Starry Dynamo
I
The potatoes of androgyny seek fortitude in missiles of
lonely gray men eating craps and gambling soups
The liars of waste and temptation scourge the Halls of
Black Mantra, disguised, poised, waiting for sitting ducks
to fly
Every Broadway species, sold lonely crying girlish figures
of apple seedy banquets--you are so beautiful
Down in Orange County the trash compactors mangle
blue pacifism for want of hair on the bald and the
beautiful, "fruit and tie," don't you die before we kill
you
The axis of space rhyme continuum, encircling the holes,
each breathing smoke rings of lung cancer, smiling in
shock at the degradation
The degradation plaguing Hollywood Boulevard, forget the
rice cakes, boys, our women are fat and greasy, just
like cursed and fetid Chicken McWhopper combos on
a flavorless succulent night
We break balls then be break fast. IHOP knows no enemies
There is God in a good blade (slicing into the dark skin
meat befuddled dead dead dead) of grass
Imperialize! Imperialize! Defeat--fifty-four forty or fight!
my good friend, David of Bend
Manifest Destiny did not include: Ronald Reagan, California
Republica, with dreams of liberal South Los Angeles
kill Texas, fucking asshole of history
American jurisprudence down to the Rio Grande
Catholic Mex, Protestant U.S., Northern Ireland,
Pay-Per-View--tits and blood
Hard cock war-mongers we give it hard times in prison
land nation for peaches and banana cream pie pie pie
in the puss
Everyone came from Columbia, settled into the Chelsea
die in D.C. with a Statue of Liberty in one hand,
statue of Eiffel in the other
Walt Whitman is to Allen Ginsberg as The Beatles
are to Marilyn Manson
The love of the sky sinks to solemn destitute kings
of the night time world
Picnic basket lies, handshakes of painful realizations,
eating Reality Sandwhiches from our Naked Luncheon,
specialized catering, dog biscuits, can nip, polyno-meals,
corporate crime cuisine we stuff shit-stained
paychecks in the mouths of hungry salivating working
class pitifuls
Skull and bones, yin and yang, leader of the Club,
Heart of gold, Diamond in the rough, Ace of Spades
Death to the non-living, entity fraud, waste paper
basket serenade, march of the crooked soldiers
We fly the skies in fear of bombs but they
tore us down with one of our own
This is the day of reckoning, friends, the Fall of
Adam, the Son of Man, the God that failed them
II
Free it! soil Free it! water Free it! minerals
Free it all! Free the lives of cell-phone mongers!
Free their souls from their bodies! THEY WON'T SHUT
THE FUCK UP IN THE LIBRARY! Free it!
Free the guitars upon the lonely! Free the belongingness
upon the sacred socialites!
Free Satan from his biblical cage!
Free it! now Free it! forever Free it! now
Free Howard Stern!
Free condoms to the righteous! Free gay porn to the
conservatives! For holy is the cock! And holy is
the asshole!
Free electricity from strangle holds of SCE and the
blind federal government who cannot see light
anyhow!
Free me! FREE THE RIGHT TO EXIST!
Free the wild dogs on those who exist against
this freedom!
Free the free and dumb from exile in the
White House!
Free it! time Free it! space Free it! reality
Spring Jesus from the cross! Two thousand years
would not have been wasted!
Free health care! Recycle the brains of the wise!
Free the truth from the sewers!
Free my body's natural resources!
Free this bitch on her cell phone! She is ruining
the concentration of many, the happy anger of none
but her own! For the love of all that is free,
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
JUSTICE IS SERVED! JUSTICE IS SERVED!
Silence the lunatics... smile for prosperity...
denounce the oblivious, unfortunate idiots...
Free the humans from error and justice is served
III
Sean McCallon, I am with you in Santa Clarita
where fate has bestowed the two of us as wolves
amidst the sheep, outnumbered, waiting to be attacked
...Where dog days are bountiful and cigarette nights
scream, "Where's the angels!?"
...Where T. Rex cruises down Sunset on a
cool summer weekday
...Where the upper middle class smoke pot and we
watch religious programming--where we are more
natural pot-heads and they still go to church.
...Where God has left the jurisdiction to the
state of the Governator (Where is Danny Devito
in his cameo role?)
...Where Hollywood dreams have eluded young boys and
diluted young harlots, the junior high rampage, I
wish they could tell me their truths and I could
rephrase them
...Where shopping malls get me depressed, yet oh, so
superior
...Where the fascists retreat to their living rooms
for their daily dose of injection television
...Where the more intelligent people are not social and
public
...Where alone in a library at College of the Canyons
I think of you, Fred D'Astoli, Mark Rafter, Allen
Ginsberg, Marilyn Manson, and speedily glide my
pen across these Mead college-ruled leaves of paper
in an attempt to pass time and make history
Michael Moore would be proud.
Starry Dynamo
Hi Teratogen ~
Your poems tend to be lengthy, so I scrolled before starting to see how long this one would be. When I saw it, I knew I would need to read slowly to 'get it.' So, I read slowly and I 'got it' and I 'get it' ~ what you're doing, what you're saying. If you had been of age in the Sixties, and met Ginsberg and the rest, I believe you'd have been one of them. I believe they'd have liked you. You may have even been enjoying some of their fame now.
You speak for many who can't, don't know how, or don't know that they ought to be. Despite the image of wealth and opportunity, this country isn't all it's portrayed. You get behind the gilding of the gold-lined streets, and point to the rust and broken, sewer lines. You do it in a very direct, confrontive, and outraged fashion. Your dissent is important. I could never write like you, or put these realized thoughts into words. However, please keep writing. Not because Michael Moore would be proud [though he would], nor because fame awaits you [it may or may not], but because you are recording a perspective of history [as it's in-the-making] that is valid. They're never an 'easy' read ~ with their presentation or their content. We'll never look for your to be Leonard-like in the way you express yourself, but that's fine
. It's not what you're attempting to do, anyway 
. Your poems aren't flailing in nature, as they may appear; but compactor versions, focusing on the garbage that lies beneath the American Standard sink and Kohler fixtures.
~ Lizzy
A side note ~ I was stunned in disbelief when, within the past year, I went to a public library, and witnessed the change in the decorum of public behaviour, consideration, and respect that had occurred there ~ and the staff's apparently oblivious and non-caring attitude toward it. It used to be a place where people spoke in whispers, if they held conversations, at all. I found the aisles of the local Winn-Dixie or Publix to be quieter.
Your poems tend to be lengthy, so I scrolled before starting to see how long this one would be. When I saw it, I knew I would need to read slowly to 'get it.' So, I read slowly and I 'got it' and I 'get it' ~ what you're doing, what you're saying. If you had been of age in the Sixties, and met Ginsberg and the rest, I believe you'd have been one of them. I believe they'd have liked you. You may have even been enjoying some of their fame now.
You speak for many who can't, don't know how, or don't know that they ought to be. Despite the image of wealth and opportunity, this country isn't all it's portrayed. You get behind the gilding of the gold-lined streets, and point to the rust and broken, sewer lines. You do it in a very direct, confrontive, and outraged fashion. Your dissent is important. I could never write like you, or put these realized thoughts into words. However, please keep writing. Not because Michael Moore would be proud [though he would], nor because fame awaits you [it may or may not], but because you are recording a perspective of history [as it's in-the-making] that is valid. They're never an 'easy' read ~ with their presentation or their content. We'll never look for your to be Leonard-like in the way you express yourself, but that's fine
. It's not what you're attempting to do, anyway . Your poems aren't flailing in nature, as they may appear; but compactor versions, focusing on the garbage that lies beneath the American Standard sink and Kohler fixtures.~ Lizzy
A side note ~ I was stunned in disbelief when, within the past year, I went to a public library, and witnessed the change in the decorum of public behaviour, consideration, and respect that had occurred there ~ and the staff's apparently oblivious and non-caring attitude toward it. It used to be a place where people spoke in whispers, if they held conversations, at all. I found the aisles of the local Winn-Dixie or Publix to be quieter.
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thank you for your kind comments. but i laughed when you said "i could never write like you," because the way i wrote this poem i don't believe is me. sure, it's me, but i tapped into someone else's style and went with a flow, with uncertainty as to where it would take me. i basically ripped off "howl," but i think the actual content is something that is more relevant today than "howl" is (but i'm not saying that "howl" is not). sometimes i have a lot to say on certain subjects, but i think as a poet, or any kind of writer, one ought to stray from his or her norm of writing and take up something different. there are MANY styles of poetry, many genres, styles based upon length of lines, how many lines there are, how much it rhymes, meter, symmetrical verse, stanza, lyric, all kindsa shit. haha. a lot of them are fun to tamper with. if a writer, not just a poet, can master the various kinds of writing styles and techniques, i believe he or she will become quite successful, knowledgeable, and praised.
i want to see a journalist write poetry. i want to see a poet write an advertisement. i want to see an advertiser write an obituary. i want to see an obiturist (is that a word?) write a play. i want to see a playwright right a sitcom. i want to see a comic write a greek tragedy. i want to see a philosopher write a biography. i want to see a biographer write song lyrics. i want to see a lyricist write a politican's speech. i want to see a speach-writer write a fiction novel. and i want to see a novelist be a journalist. can it be done?
maybe in the starry dynamo...
i want to see a journalist write poetry. i want to see a poet write an advertisement. i want to see an advertiser write an obituary. i want to see an obiturist (is that a word?) write a play. i want to see a playwright right a sitcom. i want to see a comic write a greek tragedy. i want to see a philosopher write a biography. i want to see a biographer write song lyrics. i want to see a lyricist write a politican's speech. i want to see a speach-writer write a fiction novel. and i want to see a novelist be a journalist. can it be done?
maybe in the starry dynamo...
Hi Teratogen ~
I can't really speak to the success issue, even in the face of total 'accomplishment' of the various genres. It seems still to do with being in the right place, at the right time, in connection with the right people ~ as much as anything else, say, oh.......skills and abilities ?
I like and agree with what you're saying about mastering, or at least attempting, other arenas. I must say
, on the current scene, that these are already being done, in their way :
I can't really speak to the success issue, even in the face of total 'accomplishment' of the various genres. It seems still to do with being in the right place, at the right time, in connection with the right people ~ as much as anything else, say, oh.......skills and abilities
?I like and agree with what you're saying about mastering, or at least attempting, other arenas. I must say
, on the current scene, that these are already being done, in their way :" . . . i want to see a lyricist write a politican's speech. i want to see a speach-writer write a fiction novel. and i want to see a novelist be a journalist . . . "
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midnight you are just jealous because you never got to graduate junior high school. or maybe you forgot what it's like. maybe your bright intellect and high i.q. made you pass by your years of raging hormones and puberty, set aside to rot behind your false pride of A+ science projects and twisted beliefs of success. your coming-of-age was coming apart. i pity you. and that's the light of it.
T~
You openly chose to adapt/adopt a seminal beat poet's style and voice.
Youth. He spoke to the young.
Youth. Aimed at the dawn of a revolution composed of most all young people.
If this piece is 'accused' of sounding youthful maybe it is not as big an insult as you seem to have taken it (or maybe it is).
The anger from you and the anger from your counter-self-posing-as-ginsburg...all reek of youth. Embrace it. Look back at it years from now and laugh and cry. Try not to mistake youthful awakenings as gospel and as never wandered upon before notions.
Keep writing. This is history.
ciao.
You openly chose to adapt/adopt a seminal beat poet's style and voice.
Youth. He spoke to the young.
Youth. Aimed at the dawn of a revolution composed of most all young people.
If this piece is 'accused' of sounding youthful maybe it is not as big an insult as you seem to have taken it (or maybe it is).
The anger from you and the anger from your counter-self-posing-as-ginsburg...all reek of youth. Embrace it. Look back at it years from now and laugh and cry. Try not to mistake youthful awakenings as gospel and as never wandered upon before notions.
Keep writing. This is history.
ciao.
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thank you, laurie. i admire your enlightenment. i can't tell you exactly why i wrote it, except for my love of ginsberg. but you shed some light on something i did not see in it after reading it so many times myself. there is a youthful quality about it, perhaps in the sense that the style of using odd words to create a sort of marcel duchamp dadaistic/abstract/cubism (haha) imagery is something wild and crazy like kids most often can be. but it's with the hatred and disgust and knowledge of an adult. perhaps that describes dadaism. hm....
but anyway, midnight sees to it that his obligations of insulting nearly every poet here are fulfilled. my comments to him are nothing more than a chance to give him HIS due shit, as we have all seemed to recieve once or twice from him. my disgust toward his bitter soul is minor and only temporary, and is nothing for anyone really to give two shits about. haha. it's just an opportunity to add fuel to his eternal fire. it's his future, not mine.
but anyway, midnight sees to it that his obligations of insulting nearly every poet here are fulfilled. my comments to him are nothing more than a chance to give him HIS due shit, as we have all seemed to recieve once or twice from him. my disgust toward his bitter soul is minor and only temporary, and is nothing for anyone really to give two shits about. haha. it's just an opportunity to add fuel to his eternal fire. it's his future, not mine.
Hi T~
i'm glad you were able to take something of value away from what i said. You took the high road (the road less travelled around the poetry section lately). So much bitchinandmoanin sadly going on around here, i can't keep track of who is instigating trouble for troubles sake....
BTW, i did very much enjoy your poem. The cadence and attitude match well with the words/ideas exposed. And there is an underlying intelligence that allows for the raw anger to be heard and listened to. Nice piece.
L
i'm glad you were able to take something of value away from what i said. You took the high road (the road less travelled around the poetry section lately). So much bitchinandmoanin sadly going on around here, i can't keep track of who is instigating trouble for troubles sake....
BTW, i did very much enjoy your poem. The cadence and attitude match well with the words/ideas exposed. And there is an underlying intelligence that allows for the raw anger to be heard and listened to. Nice piece.
L
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just curious, laurie, have you read anything else i have posted here? there's a few in particular i am curious to hear your thoughts on. one is called "spiritual milk for american babes," and that ought to be the title of the thread. another is called "i am your butcher," which some people gave me crap about. and the last is "we are untitled," which was in a thread i posted with a few other poems as well. i think it was the first post i made in here... it might be a few pages back. if you liked this i'd like to know what you think of those other ones in particular. thanks.