Monday, September 25, 2006

The Terms in Which I Think of Reality, by Allen Ginsberg

Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's an angel. It's Heaven's mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity changes! Cars are always going down the street, lamps go off and on. It's a great flat plain; we can see everything on top of a table. Clams open on the table, lambs are eaten by worms on the plain. The motion of change is beautiful, as well as form called in and out of being. Next : to distinguish process in its particularity with an eye to the initiation of gratifying new changes desired in the real world. Here we're overwhelmed with such unpleasant detail we dream again of Heaven. For the world is a mountain of shit : if it's going to be moved at all, it's got to be taken by handfuls. Man lives like the unhappy whore on River Street who in her Eternity gets only a couple of bucks and a lot of snide remarks in return for seeking physical love the best way she knows how, never really heard of a glad job or joyous marriage or a difference in the heart : or thinks it isn't for her, which is her worst misery.
* Victor Hugo, literary lions, spied on by French police PARIS - Victor Hugo was a miserly money-grubber, poet Rimbaud “a monstrosity”, and Verlaine “a worthless human being” -- such are the verdicts on 19th-century French literary lions found in long-forgotten police files recently published in Paris. Even more startling than the unflattering portraits, says Bruno Fuligni, an employee at the National Assembly, or French parliament, who discovered the dust-covered files and compiled them into a book, is the vigor and thoroughness with which the most revered writers of that era were spied upon by snitches and secret police. “Beyond criminals and political figures, there are files on writers and artists. In some cases, they go quite far in their indiscretions,” he said. Some of the tidbits in Fuligni’s book, entitled “The Writers’ Police”, were collected from 1879 through 1891 under police chief Louis Andrieux who -- irony of ironies -- was to father one of France’s most famous novelists and poets of the next generation, Louis Aragon. As Andrieux wrote in his memoirs, “All of Paris, in the end, is on file.” ...

Comments:
I've never seen that before- where did you find it?
 
Good Morning, It was a random poem on www.poemhunter.com.

I assume you meant the poem & not the picture or news item...

Thanks for the comment,
-Alice
 
excellent poem, Alice

who knew Ginsberg was so accessible ... a pre-cursor to Bukowski ... in that poem

very interesting stuff about police reports, artists,...and the old daze

i hope you're having a great day :)

good luck with the kitties ...
 
Hi Sir Real!
Glad you like it.
Here's a site about his poems I just found - http://www.ginzy.com/Poems.html
Patterson, Spring, 1950- That's the only info shown for that poem, under his Early Works. The two links they have don't work. I was trying to find out more about that particular poem...

Love,
-Alice
 
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