Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg
Jan21

Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg

“Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg” at the Grey Art Gallery New York University January 15 – April 6, 2013, New York, NY By GK Stritch “Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg” at the Grey Art Gallery New York University are familiar to those acquainted with the Beats, iconic photos that have been seen by the world. However, to view them closely and inscribed in Ginsberg’s open, curious hand makes them...

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going places

going places where are you going with your body which never really came here in the first place there is a three foot bubble around me and only the animals are tame but some of them are wild as russian tigers which i avoid assiduously as a human your alibi is tight as air a migrating bird got lost in a restaurant i picked it up with only one hand and showed it to the door it rejoined its comrades in a parking lot you would do the same...

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how unique you

how unique you this moment in time is molded by entropy it never will happen it already happened the other day there was no other day are you aware of other animals or people watch them come out of their burrows then hide a handful of nuts might attract them or pheromones you proliferate thank you jesus they lick your brain oboy it feels good taste it yourself often imitated never duplicated the unique you and unique they funny little...

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A Super Supermarket in North Jersey
Jan17

A Super Supermarket in North Jersey

by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon Why, Allen Ginsberg, thoughts of you fill my head as I go out in cold sun winter morn to supermarket. Not any supermarket, but a super supermarket. A supermarket as sterile as hospital.  A supermarket sans smells of fish or cheese, cheese so hermetically packaged no smell dare escape, but no wafting scents of bread or cakes baking, either. A super supermarket with five-and-twenty sad lobsters on...

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the book of fury

the book of fury the sweet lords came who wished to harm us which seemed unnatural and strange. we reconstructed page by page the book of fury they were reading our scholars went on holiday familiar linguists we all loved usurped by comic clown poseurs who jest of fury and its pain earth to mother ship mayday mayday sweet lords are attacking with bullwhips essentially clock springs and we are running out of grapes clocks and more...

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block party

block party in the zig zag festival of nothing frantic debauchery is the norm mounted police on roller skates chased the zig zag pie through gridlike streets i gave liberty a useless bus schedule she ran along the winding road with streaming hair then fanned by chaotic wings of butterflies died ecstatic in a ditch above the steaming fields of glory her monuments appear and slowly fade disoriented bees and hornets chase the sun which...

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fruity with a hint of bacon

i think I will join the other gentlemen in the smoking parlor they are trying to put out a fire there did i mention the government my bad i will go eat a brillo pad no good deed goes unpunished if vinegar doesnt work use baking soda but we wont stand on formaldehyde is it ever safe to eat bacon except after the pig is slaughtered and he lived in a pasture with a buffalo and he never took any wooden nickels just the metal ones if you...

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Paterson
Jan06

Paterson

by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon   A criminal — car thief, wife beater, sociopath — told me about the Great Falls in Paterson, New Jersey, when I was seventeen. Probation mandated that the thug enlist in a state-funded rehab program there for a minor drug offense. It seemed odd, a waterfall in the center of an old New Jersey drug-riddled city. I was ignorant of Paterson, but knew Newark and tried imagining Newark...

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