AG: And (Jack) Kerouac’s favorite (Shakesperean Sonnet) was Sonnet 73 (page 215) which is the same thought but even more beautifully and more mellowly expressed, as an appeal, actually an appeal to his boyfriend that “You’d better… Let’s make it now. We ain’t got much more time. We can only have it now and if we delay and if we confuse the matter, that time is going to pass and the possibility of the bliss that we might have had on earth is going to go by. So we’d better do it.” , or “You’d better..better listen to me” … Read More
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal, slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat’ry main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate —
That Time will come and take my love … Read More
AG I’ll begin with a recent song, similar to what we started with, in the sense that it has a rest in it, like “Lie Down you lie Down”. Actually I was thinking, while writing this thing, of Thomas Campion in his measure of vowels and the rests, where he breaks time, like dancers
[Beginning at approximately forty-two-and-a-half minutes in (with harmonium accompaniment and with an extended sequence of nonsense syllables – baddadum-bom-ba – and … Read More
The Best Minds of My Generation– Very pleased to announce a new Allen Ginsberg publication (due out in April) from Grove Press – “A Literary History of the Beats” – (“A unique and compelling history of the Beats, in the words of the movements most central member, Allen Ginsberg, based on a seminal series of his lectures”), edited, (as judiciously and informatively as ever), by Beat scholar, and our good friend, Bill Morgan
That God forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th’ account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer (being at your beck),
Th’ imprison’d absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of … Read More
Allen Ginsberg on Shakespeare’s Sonnets continued.
AG: Then, a very poignant one that …number 64…well, no, no, no, number 57 (which you don’t have), where he really gets so pushed in the love affair that he gets into a sort of sado-masochistic relation and will give anything if his boyfriend will be nice to him – number 57, which you don’t have, so I’ll read it, beginning, ominously “Being your slave..” (So, actually, it’s a slave-master relation that he’s setting up)
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
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No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
(Thy adverse party is thy advocate)
And ‘gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That … Read More
Celebrating Herbert Huncke‘s birthday today. “Godfather of the Beats”, he would have been one-hundred-and-two! – See here for our posting on the occasion of his Centennial. Today, courtesy of our friend Laki Vazakas , footage of the great story-teller, raconteur, recorded in New York, at the Chelsea Hotel, February 7, 1994. Evoking the notion of “the invisible body”, Huncke recounts and recalls his time in India, witnessing the burning ghats.
HH: Well, it’s sort of strange, you know, one is always I think intrigued by the idea of the invisible body at a funeral (I’ve always felt that … Read More
Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky read and sang a selection of their poetry at Warwick Arts Center on November 6th, 1979. The performances were recorded (along with a further performance at the University of Warwick that night, featuring English poet, Tom Pickard). Steven Taylor was also on hand to provide guitar accompaniment.
The recording from the Arts Center is our feature this weekend and may be listened to – here