Archive For The “Poets I Like” Category
I like Blake’s poetry and got into him through the Doors who were also influenced by his “the Marriage of Heaven and Hell” which speaks “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite….”. I chose to add music to the “Introduction” to Blake’s “Songs of Innocence”…
“Howl” (extract) I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, Dragging themselves through the Negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat…
“Curses And Invocations” Weird, bait-headed mongrels, I keep expecting one of you to rise. Large, buxom, obese queens, Garden hogs and cunt veterans, Quaint, cabbage saints, Shit hoarders and individualists, Drag-strip officials, Tight lipped losers And lustful fuck salesmen. My militant dandies, All strange order of monsters Hot on the trail of the wood vine,…
“Songs Of Innocence – Introduction” Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me, “Pipe a song about a lamb”; so I piped with merry chear. “Piper pipe that song again” -so I piped, he wept to hear. “Drop thy pipe…
“Mid-Term Break” I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o’ clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying- He had always taken funerals in his stride-And big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed…
“Because I Could Not Stop For Death” Because I could not stop for death- He kindly stopped for me- The carriage held but just ourselves- And immortality.We slowly drove-He knew no haste And I had put away My labour and my leisure too, For his civility-We passed the school, where children strove At recess-in the…