Golgotha – Moloch- a secret language of poetry? No, just an example that there is nothing simple about poetry. Allen Ginsberg uses these words in more than one poem, however, in “Howl” he invokes Moloch over & over. It wasn’t until I searched for the meaning that I was able to understand his gist – Moloch – an idol to whom children were sacrificed – what better way to call out in anger to a country that is killing Everything?
Readings of Ginsberg. Too much dissonance for our innocence. Rebel yell – is it ever too late to fight, to shake a country from sleep. Is this the song of yesterday or the jazz of today. What action should be taken if 47 equals nothing. Can a candidate inspire a revolution or is it a constitution broken by a floodgate of retro-actions.
A few words inspired after reading the renegades’ wisdom. They survived more than this holy holy holy war. It’s like Robert Creeley’s poem “I know a Man” – listen to it, own it and realize that it too howls about darkness. He reminds us of how darkness surrounds you. Buy a goddamn big car? Will it save us? What if you’re already driving – isn’t that what the other voice is saying. Shut up and remember you’re not the only one on this road.
LInes from the “Outlaw Bible” & “Howl”
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing. (- Walt Whitman) If you’re the type of person who thinks in words – paint! (- Larry Rivers & Frank O’Hara) Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell. (- William Carlos Williams) I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked (-Allen Ginsberg) America why are your libraries full of tears? (-Allen Ginsberg) Shut not your doors to me proud libraries. (Walt Whitman)
Does he mock love – is he for love – what is love for one who taste so much shit in life. Is there really love under the blaze of light of a thousand experiences. This in light of laurels & briars and sanctimonious seraphs who pledge at heavens gate. Oh wait a minute man it’s not heaven you’re entering – you only got keys to Eden’s garden And that That is all the love that we get now.
A bit of musing after listening to this PoemTalk regarding Ginsberg singing William Blake’s Song of Innocence & Experience: “The Garden of Love”. I’ve not paid attention to Blake, but after listening, I’m a bit obsessed. Rather serendipitous, too, for a I just found a folksy song rendition of the poems, too. Ginsberg’s singing however is most interesting…reminds me of Dylan when he is being tonal.
Blake’s understanding is no different from Creeley – darkness surrounds us – the doors are all shut – shut up & drive- someday we shall be nevermore. ~