AG: Okay, I’ll finish this (poem) [“Psalm”], it’s not that much, I’m going to read it through and we’ll have it – “And I write shadow changes into bone/To say that still Word, the prophetic image/Beyond our present strength of flesh to bear./ Incarnate in the rain as in the sea./Watches out for us out of our eyes/What sweet dream to be some incorruptible/Divinity, corporeal without a name,/Suffering metamorphosis of flesh/ Holy are the Visions of the … Read More
[“But Jack as I warned you back in 1945, if you keep going back to live with ‘Memére’ you’ll get wound tighter & tighter in her apron strings till an old man you can’t escape…” William S. Burroughs acting the André Gidian sophisticate camping lecturing the earnest All-American Thos.Wolfean youth Jack Kerouac listening soberly dead-pan to “The most intelligent man in America” for a funny second’s charade in the living room 206 East 7th Street, Apartment 16, New York, one evening Fall 1953. (AG Caption) photo c. Allen Ginsberg]
AG: Yes. (John) Dryden. “In Memory of Mr. Oldham” [“To The Memory of Mr. Oldham“] by John Dryden, is just one single poem that gives you his quality. There is a long poem, the name of which, I’ve forgotten, which ends “Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall/ And universal darkness buries All”. [Allen is confused here, this is actually the concluding couplet of Alexander Pope‘s “The Dunciad”] Do you know what that is?