Showing posts with label Allen Ginsberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Allen Ginsberg. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

A fly's shadow 11.17.2021





​Against red bark trunk
     A fly's shadow
lights on the shadow of a pine bough
              ---Allen Ginsberg, from Mostly Sitting Haiku, 1978​

 

​nothing but the shadow of dungarees 11.17.2021






who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind ​​nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago --​Allen Ginsberg, Howl, ​​in reference to John Hoffman, whose poems were read by Philip Lamantia at The Six Gallery San Francisco 3119 Fillmore Street Cow Hollow October 7, 1955

 

a dead grey shadow against the sky 11.17.2021









​​Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust— ​Jack Kerouac speaking to ​Allen Ginsberg, ​in Ginsberg's poem ​Sunflower Sutra (1955)

 

shadow changes into bone 11.17.2021







“Shadow changes into bone,” was my Kerouackian motto, 1948, intending to say that eternal prophetic poetic intuition (shadow) will turn out to be real (bone). --Allen Ginsberg, Refrain (1948)
 

yes, a hundred years ago, two hundred years ago 12.10.2021

a thundering ear ago, two hungry ears ego eyes, yes, an egg