For the King of May
It is way past May First, but happy May Day anyway, Allen, the Kral Majales.
Your Prauge springtime has been filmed and framed in more beautiful light then Austin Texas.
1965 the springtime had you draped, coated, crowned, riding high and royal
on the back of a flatbed truck.
Where did all the 1965 flatbeds go, Allen? I deem that year of 1965 a new zodiac - Year of Flatbed.
In San Fransico guitars exploding outward the sheer tenacity of faith from flatbed,
the music of pure intention, a prayer to human in searing feedback and groupmind think,
power flatbed tie-dye backline amps by cord that dangles
from the corner of
wide open
third floor crash pad
windows.
Flatbed revolutionaries 1965, King Allen, King of May.
You, Allen, your words, your life exploded on the page.
Your mindfuck explodes orgasmic and spatters sex
and drugs and punk fucking rock on the clean white wall of America 1956, America 1996, America 2006.
Write what hurts, Kral Majales, 'cause we're at war this May and no one feels the pain no more.
And Austin Texas far from Prauge or 1965.
Your Prauge springtime has been filmed and framed in more beautiful light then Austin Texas.
1965 the springtime had you draped, coated, crowned, riding high and royal
on the back of a flatbed truck.
Where did all the 1965 flatbeds go, Allen? I deem that year of 1965 a new zodiac - Year of Flatbed.
In San Fransico guitars exploding outward the sheer tenacity of faith from flatbed,
the music of pure intention, a prayer to human in searing feedback and groupmind think,
power flatbed tie-dye backline amps by cord that dangles
from the corner of
wide open
third floor crash pad
windows.
Flatbed revolutionaries 1965, King Allen, King of May.
You, Allen, your words, your life exploded on the page.
Your mindfuck explodes orgasmic and spatters sex
and drugs and punk fucking rock on the clean white wall of America 1956, America 1996, America 2006.
Write what hurts, Kral Majales, 'cause we're at war this May and no one feels the pain no more.
And Austin Texas far from Prauge or 1965.
posted by revjustin at Monday, May 08, 2006
3 Comments:
Sometimes writing about what means the most to you produces the best work. No surprise, I know, but it is nice to see that reaffirmed! I luv you!
Yep, this really is Ginsbergy. Have you heard his Hydrogen Jukebox collaboration with Philip Glass? It was a staple in college for me.
I have actually never delved much into the musical side of mr ginsberg. I will check it out :)
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