The red sun drops
below a slate gray sea
three brush-stroke clouds
bright calligraphy
above the ruby horizon
like firewhite geese
in flight
I am salt air and
naked sky
foam on wet sand
and reflection of godwits
in shallow surf
standing on a single leg
01 December 2006
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Vividly convincing.
I am moved to choose a Ginsberg book as a finish to this busy day.
Thank you for writing.
I wonder which Ginsberg book that would be?
The night cafe -- 4AM
Cuba Libre 20c:
white tiled squares,
triangular neon lights,
long wooden bar on one side,
a great delecatessen booth
on the other facing the street
In the center
among the great city midnight drinkers,
by Aedama Palace
on Gomez corner,
white men and women
with standing drums,
mariachis, voices, guitars --
drumming on tables,
knives on bottles,
banging on the floor
and on each other,
...
from Havana, 1953 by Allen Ginsberg
in Reality Sandwiches, The Pocket Poets Series #18
I forgot again that formatting is destroyed. Oh well.
Wow. Thanks for sharing that!
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