Archive for February 2008

HOWL…. In Your Own Back Yard

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 Update:   i suggest this link in lieu of the recording from the dormitory at reed…. foremost for reasons of logistics, but not a far second to avoid the giggles of freshmen who have no fucking idea what ag is talking about.

Discovered in the bowels of a Reed College archive is a cleanly recorded reel-to-reel rendition of Howl read by the poet in a Reed College dormitory lounge, proclaimed as the first recorded reading of the poem as yet unearthed.  “One” cannot help but wonder if Ginsberg got laid that night at Reed.  Swallow hard and dl quicktime, and Enjoy.

http://www.reed.edu/news_center/multimedia/2007-08/ginsbergreadings1.28.08.2.html

(thanks to Reed, and to Allen)

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a winter song

The Rose

with compliments to and appreciation for the PGMC

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose.

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