Ghazal For Ginsberg
E. S. Cormac
Tell us this story, goddess daughter of Zeus, beginning at whatever point you will.
I have studied your immense enumerations grey beard
I carefully crafted lines in response to shopping list strophes jazz beard
Thrown away to mind’s inner recesses and 182GB of RAM that’s all I have left either way
It is our pleasure to report neon fruit hydrogen jukeboxes the least of worries, father beard
It started off beautiful lines echoing your madness devoured minds of generation
Poseidon’s blinded children air out intimacies despite song of emperor’s fiddle, vigilant beard
It lead away to Troy’s shores and roster of ship’s crews using exacting turn-o-phrase
They snap fingers in cafe bravo to poetic truths of high school journal keepers now, beat beard
Lines stopped weary of flowing thoughts returned to foreign fiord
Struggle self society is it lost in transliteration mouthings, pariah beard
I am tired of them. I am tired of their flying circus. I don’t want to be a clown. I want to look outside
IWW, CCCP, LBGT, your Spartan Phalluses battled Barbara Billinglsy boulevards kabala beard
I will no longer write of the I, the me, the we, the ours.
It is our pleasure to report, sertraline, fluoxetine, replace cerebellum scars now, committed beard
I will become Clipper of Coupons for Packets of Tea. I, soldier of emperors, swear, grand beard.
I am having a slow epiphany beatnik beard.
The beatnik poets as a whole, and Allen Ginsburg in particular, struggled against the norms of society. Through verse and prose they spoke of taboos, railed against mainstream America, and confessed dark desires in a style that also rebelled against the formal literature of the time. Whether through translation or imitation this style is what is most remembered and copied today. Hidden in the human caricature that has become the Beat Writer’s are the real life struggles of men against their society. A society they felt alienated from somehow.