I love these two poets. The first time I read a Ginsberg poem, it was like reading
in a burst of sunshine. The fabled Kerouac just enchanted me, then and now, even
with all the brilliant poets working today. God love us, they both bring champagne
to the party.
EPIPHANY
Grey sunflowers, and poets
Sitting in old railway sidings
Alongside huge locomotives,
The clattering and banging
Of wrecked machinery
A perfect backdrop to a new world
In the making.
Kerouac and Ginsberg
Loving the whole, the tiniest bit of it.
Ginsberg breathing in grey sunflowers,
Remembering them for all those coming after.
Imprinting them on the fabric
Of that new world
Waiting just around the corner.
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Love this.
Grey sunflowers, and poets
Sitting in old railway sidings
Alongside huge locomotives,
The clattering and banging
Of wrecked machinery
A perfect backdrop to a new world
In the making.
Just copying that here as a way of rereading these lines!
What images clattering and banging in the rail yard!
Old engines wrecked and abandoned. But something new is in the works.
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