Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 45
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Back to the same old smiling
dentist—
The Bloomfield police car
with its idiot red light
revolving on its head
balefully at Eternity
gone in an instant
—simultaneous
appearance of Bankrobbers
at the Twentieth Century Bank
The fire engines screaming
toward an old lady’s
burned-in-her-bedroom
today apocalypse
tomorrow
Mickey Mouse cartoons—
I’m disgusted! it’s Unbelievable!
What a funny horrible
dirty joke!
The whole universe a shaggy dog story!
with a weird ending that begins again
till you get the point
‘It was a dark and gloomy night…’
‘in every direction in and
out’
‘You take the high road
and I’ll take the low’
—everybody lost
in Scotlands of mind-consciousness—
Adonoi Echad!
It is not One, but Two,
not two but Infinite—
the universe be born and die
in endless series in the mind!
Gary Snyder, Jack, Zen thinkers,
split open existence
and laugh & Cry—
what’s shock? what’s measure?
when the Mind’s an irrational
traffic light in
Gobi—
follow the blinking lights of contrariety!
What’s the use avoiding rats
and horror, hiding from Cops
and dentists’ drills?
Somebody will invent
a Buchenwald next door
—an ant’s dream’s
funnier than
ours
—he has more of them
faster and seems
to give less of
a shit—
O waves of probable
and improbable
Universes—
Everybody’s right
I’ll finish this poem
in my next life.
II
…….with eye opening
slowly to perceive
that I be coming out
of a trance—
one look at the lipstick
it’s a nurse
in a dentist’s office
that first frog
thought leaping out of
the void
… a glimpse
out of which the whole
process unfolds this
universe & logically
and symmetrically next
unbuilds it in exact
reverse till you arrive
back at the Nothing
in which one chance
note was originally
struck…
, the Czardas
of Creation, the first banal chord
establishing Music forever in
its mechanical jukebox
… and the whole
structure unfolds
itself inevitably and
folds back into
Nothing again …
—the same man
crossing the street looking
both ways watch out for
the cars—
and each time, returning
with a jerk of the face
(p’raps a dental touch)
dictated by the sinking
sensation, Oof! I’ve
been hoodwinked—
again like
someone in the Circus
defying death, got thrown
into the orchestra—
Note the music blaring
with an indifferent flourish of Triumph
a nightmare Razz
—as the acrobat leaps
out into the void—
Me! I made that Last Chance
jump off the wire
way high up in the Big Top
long ago …
it’s happening again!
I wake up dazed …
it being the dream
of someone in a dentist’s
chair in a Universe he
imagines—coming out
of gas—
it’s only happening
in the closed universe of
illusion
III
A nice day in the Universe on Broad Street—sun shines today as it never shone before and never will again—stillness in the blue sky—the church’s gold dome across the park sending and receiving flashes of light—I feel heartsick to destroy this all—
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