outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Allen Ginsberg
Howl
To - Karl - Solomon
I
I saw the most outstanding minds of this generation destroyed by madness, next to the hungry and hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the dawn
Streets looking for the black points of a blasted,
Manchester holy angel eager Xibo machines that starry night, the generator of communication between the beauty of simplicity,
Their deep poverty, the sleepy eyes and shabby apartment in the cold darkness of that beyond the natural floating through the city over Xizhe Yan
Chapter jazz meditation through the night,
Under the elevated railroad tracks that they bare the truth of God, the angels found in Muhammad's house lights on the roof Yaoyao Yu
Fall,
Cold shiny with open access to their university group of academics in the study of war in the case of Arkansas, and Black Magic revealed tragedy
They were expelled from school because of crazy because in the skeleton-like window obscene odes published,
They cover the shorts huddled in a room without shaving, the burning of paper money in the trash in the wall to listen to the voice of terror,
They returned to New York with a bundle of marijuana across the Laredo was caught naked with pubic hair,
They applied face powder in the hotel swallow fire or to "park Youjing" drink pine oil, or dead, or night after night degrades their
Body,
With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and numerous testes,
Trembling unmatched to the dead end and the clouds build in the minds of lightning impulse to Canada and Peite Sen, light died between these two extremes
Quiet time world
Morgan, general credibility of the hall, the dawn of the backyard cemetery trees on the roof, drunkenness, passing through town on a drive addicted to tea
When the general store that dazzling neon lights, the sun and the moon and the evening in Brooklyn roar shaking the trees, trash
The roar and the light of the most moderate of thinking,
They chained themselves to the amphetamines in the subway from the Battery to the Bronx base for no end until the wheels and travel
They wake up the sound of a child, broken and trembling lips, in the light of the zoo miserable brilliant brain haggard wore off
And sad,
They all night immersed in the sea Bickford cafeteria lighting, floated out and sat in the bar and drink a sparse of Fu Jiaji
Ma niu afternoon beer, listen to the fate of the hydrogen jukebox Zhi Ya sound,
They talk to seventy hours a row from the park to the bed to the bar to Bellevue Hospital to the museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
Platonic group lost at home to talk about the fire escape moonlight jumped jumped jumped off the Empire State Building window,
Ramble and screamed with vomiting whispering facts and recall, and anecdotes and the glare off the confrontation and hospitals
Grams and the cells and the war
Generation of people to grow luminous eyes sunk deep in the memories of seven days and nights, worship halls brick lamb thrown into the road,
They disappear on non-existent town of Zen New Jersey leaving a picture of the postcard ambiguity, the above cited the Atlanta City Hall
Scenery,
Newark furnished in a dark room to endure the pain after the drug go away, the East of hard labor, Tangier milling and bones
China, migraine,
They hovered in the middle of the night go a railway marshalling yard where I do not know, before the trip, still not put off the sorrow,
They lit cigarettes in the cargo compartment noise with the ancestor of the night through the snow Chi Wang lonely farm
They studied the so Aspen Lu, Yi Lun between Singapore and the spirit of St. John in the Jewish sense of the mysterious knowledge of jazz by
The foot of the universe is in Kansas instinctively tremor,
They alone walk through the streets looking for love in the Idaho Indian fantasy angels because they are fanciful Indian
Angel,
They just feel great joy because the ecstasy of Baltimore in the supernatural looming,
They got into with a car in Oklahoma feel the Chinese town of winter rain stimulus lights,
They were hungry wandered lonely looking for sex in Houston looking for jazz looking for soup, they followed the Spaniards who distinguished
He discussed with the United States and the eternal, but the ambition hopeless, they Yuandu Africa
They disappeared in a pair of volcanic Without a care in Mexico, leaving only the shadow of the coarse frock of Chicago will be scattered over the fireplace melting of poetry
Rock and ash,
They come and go in the west coast of the FBI to trace a beard and dressed in shorts, their skin dark anti-war advocates who Chende
Very sexy eyes opened wide dissemination of their incomprehensible leaflets,
Their arms full of cigarette hole burned to protest capitalism's tobacco regulation intoxicated haze,
Distribution of their ultra-communist Union Square, brochures, crying, strip and 洛塞勒摩斯 siren was swept down to them,
Swept down the wall, Staddon Island ferry also cry together,
They burst into tears in an empty gym naked, shivering in another frame of the machine before
They bite the neck detective in the police car was shrieking with excitement because of the crimes but had their own wild
Sodomy and drug abuse,
They fell to his knees in the subway, howling, trembling, waving the manuscript was dragged lower genital roof
They advance to the divine hand of his motorcycle rear, also issued a happy cry,
They swallow lick themselves to others by those human seraphim and aquatic stroked, it is love from the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean
Stroke,
They made love in the morning in the evening at the Rose Garden at the park and the cemetery grass, and their joyous to be thrown into any liquid which can be
Climax of the people,
Their bathroom wall in Turkey after the hiccups kept trying to squeeze the last princess giggle but only choked sobs, and blond
Blue-eyed angel naked sword piercing pounced to come to them,
They lost their lovers all because of that the fate of three old hamster, a dollar is a one-eyed out of heterosexual
The other went ahead uterine blink artisans weaving the wisdom of cutting the money
They are fanatical and greedy intercourse hand a bottle of beer, a pack of cigarettes a candle lover out of bed and rolling, and the floor
And in the living room to continue until the last in the eyes of the vulva and emerge out of the final wall collapsed in the last moment of consciousness dissipated
Orgasm
They make a million girls trembling in the sun_set_ to enjoy the sweet moments, sweet bloodshot eyes in the morning but still
Ready to enjoy the sunrise of joy and fleeting barn and lake nude ass,
They hang around in Colorado all night in a stolen car places rape prostitutes, Nepal - cards, the protagonist of these verses,
A rooster and the Denver Tony - his pleasant memories, he throws the girl numerous bases and buildings in the open after the dining car
Department
Rickety chair in the cinema, at the top of the hole, or in a familiar Youjing haggard waitress lifted the skirt of Health
, Especially in gas stations, home alley in the toilet there is a subjective theory,
They gradually disappeared in the huge dirty movie theater, in the dreams are turned away, suddenly woke up in Manhattan,
Cold stone wine and dream of the Third Avenue terrorist dispersed them in the cellar of a hangover, subsequently a fall into the unemployed
Relief by the door,
Penetration of the blood in their shoes to walk in the snow all night waiting for piece of the East River docks opened the door leading to a reservoir full of steam
The room heat and opium,
They climbed on the roof of the Hudson River shore cliffs apartments mercury in the war years as the blue moonlight staged bitter tragedy of suicide
They will play in the nether world crown head to crown,
They eat mutton or imagined burning dirty canals in the package at the bottom of Warri digested crab,
They hold the onion and inferior music filled the cart facing the street Romances cry
They sat in desperate sucked into the darkness under the bridge, then climb your loft building grand piano,
They wore a crown fire in the Ha Leimu the sixth floor of cough, tuberculosis, the sky was orange grove theology siege
They remembered all night Scribble rock for the dastardly spell profound morning left a piece of paper gibberish nonsense
They cooked perishable Borscht in lung and heart foot tail corn bread abstract plant kingdom dreams,
They got into a meat trucks looking for an egg,
They dropped from the roof to watch the time count as they cast a vote outside of the eternal, from ten years after the alarm sounds daily
No peace
They succeeded in three unsuccessful cut wrists, hands forced to quit skiing to open antique stores them in the store secretly sad old self
Qi,
Madison Avenue dressed in their innocent flannel suits much suffering, witnessed the low-level poetry carnival and popular Tiehan
They dream life of laughter and screaming ads fairies and insidious nitroglycerin and wise editors of mustard gas, also
Absolute reality taxi knocked to the ground,
They jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happening and then quietly walked away and fled to the fine mist of water dragons forgotten alleys in Chinatown
In the spirit of trance, or even attend a free glass of beer,
They sing in despair on the windowsill, turn the subway window, jumped into the dirty Pasek River, toward blacks, along wail
In the dance barefoot on broken glass, and broke the German nostalgia thirties jazz album in Europe drank whiskey moan
The spit into the bloody toilet, whispered lament the deafening siren suddenly sounded,
They are maneuvering along the road past the broken car to each other martyrs in prison-like solitude of waiting or Birmingham jazz
Body,
They drove for several seventy-two hours non-stop across the field to see if you are a beauty I found him, they were looking for eternal
,
They travel to Denver, who died in Denver, Denver, waited in vain for their return, they keep looking at the Denver and lonely contemplation
In Denver, the last to leave to find time, and now Denver has lost their hero because of the loneliness,
A hope of the church they knelt relief for each other and pray for the light and breasts, but only temporarily soul inspiration,
They are restless in prison waiting for the blonde villain, waiting for them to sing in front pelicans and the sweet blues
Real heart charm
They reclusive self-cultivation in Mexico, or to convert the Rockies Yuanshe Buddha or Tangiers to find old friends or go to the South Pacific search
To find the black locomotive or Harvard to find the first or to Wu Delong Narcissus looking daisy or grave,
They demanded a fair trial, accusing the radio narcotic, and their chaotic limbo state of mind, their hands and
Unresolved jury,
They threw potato salad driven Dada in New York City speech, and then his foot on the asylum-class performance light granite
Funny speech, head and suicide requesting immediate implementation of lobe resection,
And they were subjected to anti-spasm tonic electrical stimulation of insulin therapy occupational therapy spa letter is void of these, table tennis and amnesia,
Their angry protests overturned a symbolic only ping-pong tables, let us give up because of stress,
A comeback after years of only a bare wig blood, tears and fingers, back to this crazy city of eastern,
Crazy people in this ward can not escape the bad luck,
Pilgrim Hall Rockland State Greystone hall lobby smelled rancid, they quarreled with each other with the echo of the soul,
Loneliness - benches - stone, rock and roll at midnight in the kingdom of love, life, everything is just as nightmares, physical change as a heavy stone
Moon,
Finally, with the mother - and finally a bible out of the window, the door closed in the last four Pro morning, and finally a telephone
Rejection answer the last one on the wall a decorated room cleaning an empty, leaving only twisted wire hook in the clo_set_ on the yellow paper roses that
Finally, a spirit of furniture, and even which is purely imaginary, and the room kept empty line of vision of hope -
Ah, Carl, I do not when you do not secure stable, and you can really sleepy now into the era of chowder soup -
So they dream of running through the cold streets of a sudden flash of light alchemy, for them to find omitted, alignment, rhythm
Usage and tremor of the plane figure it out,
Juxtaposition of the images they use to achieve the dream of living in the gully to lie in the space, caught between the two visual images with the Spirit
Soul of the archangel, who join the basic verbs, nouns and awareness of the dash will be combined in one place, jumping in the Universal Father John
Constant feeling of God, the
To transform the syntax and rhythm of human poverty, they stood silent in front of you, wisdom, humiliated shivering, but denied that
Their minds, they bare the deep thinking mind to adapt to the beat,
Crimping prodigal son and the angel crazy idea struck, little known, but they still may want to leave, then the next life after death,
Stand up in fancy dress jazz reborn in the shadow of the horn in the band and play out in the United States seeking bare the soul
The suffering of love, blow the saxophone in order to facilitate the major Nigerian 利拉马拉马 Saba cry of the city, which sadly broken
Radio City until the last one,
Cut out from their own body of poetry out of the absolute heart of this life enough to eat a thousand years.
II
What is the cement and aluminum bashed knocked their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Alone! Filth! Ugly! Trash and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys in
Army sob! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Vulcan punish human judge!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless prison liberalization of sorrows join in! Moloch
The tower is a trial! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!
Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are one thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers along the street stands the Lord, like endless! Fire
God plants his sleep in the mist, shouting in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the ghost of genius
Spirit! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is will!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Vulcan I have a dream in which an angel! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! The fire
Lost love and men of God!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me the pleasure of nature
! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! Invisible suburbs! Skeleton treasuries! Blind capitals! Demonic industries! Spectral nations!
Hopelessly insane asylum! Granite penis! Monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! Lifting the city to everywhere in the paradise
!
Dream! Thing of evil! Phantom! Miracle! Ecstasy! Gone down the American river!
Dream! Worship! Bright! Religion! A whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! Over the river! Flips and crucifixions! Down the flood! Heights! Show! Despair! Ten animals
Screams and suicides! Mind! New loves! Mad generation! Down on the rocks!
Holy laughter in the river! For all to see! The wild eyes! The holy yells! They bade farewell! They
Jumped off the roof! To solitude! Waving! Carrying flowers! Down to the river! Into the street!
III
Karl - Solomon! I am with you in Rockland
There you more crazy than me
I am with you in Rockland
There you will fidget
I am with you in Rockland
Where you imitate the shadow of my mother
I am with you in Rockland
There you murdered your twelve Secretary
I am with you in Rockland
Where you laugh at the humor that no notice
I am with you in Rockland
There is a great writer, we beat the same poor typewriter
I am with you in Rockland
There you have your radio deteriorating condition notice
I am with you in Rockland
Where the brain no longer tolerate the feeling of the moth bodies
I am with you in Rockland
There you have to drink it You Tika old maid tea on breast
I am with you in Rockland
Where you pun on the body of nurses, they are teasing the Bronx woman island
I am with you in Rockland
There you bundle called upon in the mad chaos in the fear of clothing is to lose the Bureau of the abyss of the real Table Tennis
I am with you in Rockland
You beat it in there, suffering from catatonic piano the soul is immortal is never innocent to die of it armed with the absurd
Madhouse
I am with you in Rockland
Fifty times and there and then not be able to shock you far into the void in the soul of the Cross pilgrimage back to the body
I am with you in Rockland
There you unconscious and doctors accused fascist state to plan the skeleton of a Hebraic style socialism that you
Revolution
I am with you in Rockland
Long Island, where you will split the sky from that super-human that you dug up the tomb of Christ on earth live
I am with you in Rockland
Where a total of twenty-five thousand mad comrades singing "The Internationale" final stanza
I am with you in Rockland
Where we lay under sheets that hug and kiss the United States would not let us sleep all night coughing and the United States
I am with you in Rockland
There we were awakened from their lethargy in the roar of the soul of the roof struck by the aircraft to drop their feeder angel here
Bomb that lit up the hospital's walls have collapsed own imagination ah sparks flying safety starry surprise that eternal war dead
War has come
Ah victory forget your underwear now we are free
I am with you in Rockland
In my dream you wept sea travel across the United States drops of water on the main street in tears the night at my shower in the West
Walking in the door of the huts
San Francisco 1955-1956
"Howl" Footnote
Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Divine! Sacred
! Divine! Divine!
Sacred in this world! Soul divine! Skin divine! Nose divine! Tongue, penis, hands and buttocks divine!
All that is sacred! All divine! Throughout the divine! Everyone in eternity! Daily do in eternity! Everyone is an angel!
Prodigal Son and the Holy Seraphim general! Madman and the general sanctity of my soul!
Typewriter sound sacred sacred sacred poetry audience sacred ecstasy divine!
Peter Solomon, Holy God, Holy God Shengluxian Sheng Ailun holy God 圣克鲁亚克 Shengkasadi Hank God God God Shengboluosi
It was torn and suffering saint of beggars holy angels who ugly world!
Holy my mother in a lunatic asylum! Kansas grandfathers penis divine!
That moaning saxophone divine! Divine revelation that jazz! Sacred jazz jazz lovers of peace and marijuana heroin and
Drums!
Sacred solitude of skyscrapers and brick road! Holy tide of the cafeteria person! Holy River Street under mysterious tears!
Big black sacred God alone! Holy Lamb huge middle class! Divine Shepherd that crazy rebel! Who discovered the Los Angeles
Los Angeles who is!
Holy God 圣圣弗兰西斯科 New York and Seattle holy God 圣皮奥利亚 Paris, Moscow, Holy God, Holy Shengdanjier Iraq
Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy holy four-dimensional space, the alarm clock the fifth International holy holy god of fire in
Angel!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy railway locomotives Holy Holy Holy Dream miracle divine illusion eyeball holy the abyss of divine!
Divine Mercy! Grace! Mercy! Faith! Divine! Us! Body! Pain! Tolerance!
Immense supernatural divine wisdom that the soul of kindness!
Boke Lei, 1955
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In Ebolinai grave
There will always be one day ... ...
People will know the future
Died without this knowledge
1
Appeared in the U.S. presidential summit in France to participate in national day
I visited Lachaise Cemetery paid respects to the remains of Ebolinai
Even Orly airport in the blue bar, clean cage in the spring
Paris Sky
Eisenhower from his fly over the United States cemeteries
In the French over Lachaise Cemetery
Concentration such as cannabis smoke rising fog of illusion
I slowly walk through 彼得沃洛夫 Sharansky Lachaise Cemetery,
Know each day has died
Consequently, we are like mini-cities in the light of eternity holding hands
Highway and street identification of rocks and hills and in front of the house each household names
Looking for that missing void in the well-known address of the French
Prehistoric pillar to his hopeless little respect to our offense
The United States will be my short-lived "Howl" on his silent
"Kari Graham" on
Him with the poet's X-ray eyes reading these verses
Reading for his miracles on his own death in the Seine lyrics
I hope a wild young monk will put his book to God my grave
Cold winter night in heaven read my poems
Our hands already disappeared from that place with my hands in a Paris
Hut says
William ah your brain full of courage and what is death what
I'm still searching through the cemetery can not find your grave
You said in your poem that singular purpose is the head bandage
Oh, the stench of the skull solemn everything you say is naught
And this is simply a lot of money is the answer
Driving a car can not enter the tomb and the six-inch blocks of this universe is
Large enough to hold all of the mausoleum
This universe is a cemetery where I walk alone
Fifty years ago Abolinai Nostalgia in the same street
His madness is coming to join us and heat the theft of books
The West is once again in the wisdom of the war and who will correct all suicide
吉约姆吉约姆 How I envy you your reputation of American culture
Contribution
Muqu your death surrounded by long covered with cow dung on madness
Come out from the tomb of the door to talk through my thoughts now
Images to create a long list of new blue ocean in Moscow taxi haiku
Black statue of the Buddha
The survival of your previous record on the phonograph pray for me
Sad with that linger deep sweet voice and music content sadness praise to God
The same as the rustle of World War I
I have to swallow your ears from the cemetery and the Van Gogh and the A Tuode the madman in the sent magic carrot root
I will put the French poetry of the black cape walk
The streets of New York
Spot chanting the snow we're Cemetery Bali La Dialogue
But also the future of poetry, as they are inspired by the blood flow into your
Tomb of the sun
2
In Paris, where, I am your guest, a friendly shadow Oh
Max Jacob's hand was not present
In his youth, Picasso as I was afraid to barrel Mediterranean
I attended the old red Rousseau I ate his dinner portable piano
In Baduo La V W grand gathering was held not in the
Algeria appear in textbooks
Bois explains Mandelbrot's Tzara
Alchemy gun
He was crying into my Swedish
Blue and purple tie and black pants dressed
Sweet purple beard from his face, like birth
Moss hanging in the anarchist
He kept nagging and bickering 安德列布鲁 East
And one day he was helping this man cleared his golden beard comb
Old Bulaizisong Della asked me into his tired to study
About the long endless Siberian
Yake Wa thank you I visited his terrible gun collection
Cork is the poor more than the great Hardy was sad about confused
His last thought makes me dizzy
Hugo wrote a letter of introduction to the Death
And Kidd has praised the invention of telephone and other great
They generally agreed but he said that peppermint underwear endlessly
In any case he drank deeply grass Whitman also
All the wounded get the name of Colorado's heartbreak
U.S. cluster bombs and baseball princes from holding
Ah Ji Yuemu world war seems so easy to fall into so easily
You know, the great political classicist who was prepared to invade Montparnasse
Guizhi not a prophet of their forehead covered with green
There is no trace of their pillow after the war there is no green Guizhi -
Mayakovsky to him in the vomit
3
Turn around and stare at you sitting in your rough pillars of the tomb
If a piece of thin marble statue of the penis is not completed
A cross fade into the color of the rock resting on the stone Two Poems
First, the "inverted heart"
The other is, "You ready to meet me as I had predicted a genius 吉约姆阿波里奈 德柯斯托威 Nowitzki it? "
Bottle filled with some jam on the grave there is a daisy
5 or 10 U.S. cents surreal characters enamel roses members
Studded with flowers and a happy little heart upside down grave
Covered with thick moss on a tree, I sat under the curved trunk
Summer foliage umbrella coverage on top of the pillar of the empty here
This owl's hoot how dangerous Ji Yuemu you How have you been?
His neighborhood is a tree
Accumulation in the ground where the cross bones under the head may be yellow
There are those printed in my pocket, "alcohol" Poetry
His voice in the museum
Now middle-aged in the gravel on the road footsteps
The name of a man staring to really tall
Around the building with crematoria
The same sky clouds rolled in during the war as
In the days of the Mediterranean Sea on the river
Apollo in love occasionally drink alcohol opium
He inhaled the light
When he came out we felt the shock of Saint-Germain
Jacob and Picasso cough in the dark
Open the skull of a bandage remained outstretched on the bed
Mysterious and self-bloated fingers have gone
The spire of the church on the street ringing the bell made of chestnut trees on the bird mass
Bule Meng family lying near the tomb of Christ hanging in their spacious and very sexy chest
I smoke cigarettes in the knees of my poems in the pages filled with smoke and flames
Ant climbed my corduroy sleeve I am on the tree above
Growing slowly
Grass and tree branches growing up through the graves to join spider web of silver light in the triumphant marble
I'm sitting here, buried under a tree guarding the graves of their own
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Back in the real
St. Joseph's in the yard behind the real
I wandered lonely
In front of a tank farm
Then get on the bench
Cottage near the pull-Astoria.
A bloom in the hay
On the road asphalt
- Is a terrible hay flower
I think - it was raw
Crisp black branches there
An Huang Sui to be
Corolla narrow, as Jesus
Wang Mian, middle filthy
Family of dry cotton
Like a shaving brush with the old
Lying in the pile of throw groceries
Has been a full year.
Yellow, yellow flowers
The flower industry,
Stiff spiny ugly flowers,
However, it took
That the appearance of bright yellow
Like the huge rose in your mind!
This is the flower of the world.
San Jose, 1954
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To Lindsay
Cutting Mitchell, the stars flashed
Mist covers the road in Colorado
A car slowly climb over the plains
Shouted in the dim light jazz radio
That sad lit another cigarette salesman
In another city that was 27 years ago
I see your shadows on the wall
You wear suspenders, sitting on the bed
Hands up in the shadow of a pistol aimed at your head
Your shadow fell to the ground
Paris 1958
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Li Song of the dawn of my
I've wasted five years time
In Manhattan
Life Decay
Run out of talent
Incoherent speech
Patient and neurotic
Lying on the table
Slide rule and calculator
The three signed
Brochures and tax
Futie prompts
Meager wages
My twenties youth
In the market up for grabs
Syncope in the office
Crying on a typewriter
Mass deception
Great rebellion brewing
Deodorant warships
Not relent in the case is serious
Any who every Saturday
I can guzzle blood bank
This is a part of me
Crime can not be considered
Depressed to labor five years
From twenty-two to twenty-year-old
Not a dime in the bank
Worth seeing
Only the sun dawn
Smoke ring that comes out to visit the East bedroom
I am doomed to hell any
Alarm clock ringing noise
Translated by Huang Liaoyuan
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Death and Honor
When I die,
I do not care how my body was disposed of,
The ashes into the sky, threw part of the East River,
The urns buried in the Jewish cemetery in New Jersey Yilishabo Black.
However, I hope a grand funeral held
In St. Patrick's church, St. Mark Church, and the largest synagogue in Manhattan,
First, present my family, my brother, nephew, nephew, 96-year-old stepmother Aidi Si energy is still abundant,
There Hengni aunt came from Newark
Joey also doctors, cousin Judy, Gege You gold, he a deaf, blind eye.
Wife 布隆德康尼, there are five nephews, step-mother's brothers and sisters and their grandchildren,
My partner Peter O'Toole Pavlovsky, Butler and Hull people Rosenthal, Bier Mo Kim
Then, the master of my soul King master Tsongkhapa, Ge Leke Living Buddha, Master Yong Selcom
Lama's emergency mourning a letter, he happened to visit the United States, as well as South Swami Tam Sa Qi
Shiva South, 德霍拉哈瓦 Baba Kama Ba XVI, and Suzuki Rosh down the magician katagivi
Phantom
Baker, Warren, wearing a multi-channel, the Lions have been old, gray-haired and round Toru Fred Luo Luoxi Lama
Course, the most important ones are half a century since I had all the love people
Dozens, hundreds, and perhaps more, those old guys head is bald, but his head is thick hair
Not long ago, still in bed naked young man met so many people meet each other really very surprised, eloquent,
Cordial and unrestrained, unlimited brought back memories
"He taught me meditation, it does not, I now behind closed doors, but a thousand days of meditation veteran who ... ..."
"I love to play a musical instrument in the subway platform, I love him very bluntly that he loves me."
"We were lying covered with chat, read my poetry, hug and kiss."
"I always wear underwear on his bed, next morning, threw all my underwear on the floor."
"All night we would talk about Kerouac and Cassedy, do not sleep sitting in his big bed like a Buddha."
"He seems to need more love, really ashamed not make him happy."
"I've never alone naked in bed with whom he is so cute my belly thrilled when his fingers on my nipples
On touch ... ... "
"I did not want to just lie down and let his eyes closed, lips and fingers Yanshen let him slide into my chest arbitrary.
"
See, that is so intertwined with a number of chat love in 1948, the ghosts of 尼尔卡塞迪
Skin in 1997 with the passion of the young,
Then comes the surprise - "You did the same thing, but I think your pretty normal,"
"I'd be Allen Ginsberg is an exception, he always reasons to make me happy,"
"I do not remember whether I be considered a true as gay, despite the strange or ridiculous, and I
Only feel his soft passionate kiss my head to stay still ... ...
In my forehead, neck, chest and solar nerve, belly department, with his tongue licking me from behind. "
"I like him to read, can be behind me, I always hear Time's light rail vehicles with wings held fast to the time of expression,
Head against head, binocular phase, as, leaning against the pillow ... ... "
Large number of partners in the late limp limp is a handsome young lad children,
"Seventeen years old, I took his poetry classes, always love to find some reason ran up his residence without an elevator apartment building
Not in the mood to tease me, let me go, then I went home and she never seen him, nor had that thought ... ... ...
"He was always powerless, but he likes me, ... 'a lovely old man ...' He always makes me excited about the first impulse."
Attended the public memorial service and rhetoric than the most unexpected of these memories ... ...
Mourners also poets and musicians - the band students - a veteran rock star
The Beatles, and more guitar players to always afternoon, gay, classical music conductor, obscure pop jazz
Music
Composer, who exudes the smell of the trumpeter, playing bass trumpet and the French black elite, folk singers,
Violinist, with the start drums, harmonica, mandolin, auto harp, whistle and pocket-sized toy flute music in the issued,
Of course, there will be artists, the Italian romantic realist, the sixties have been to India to study the mysterious
Fauvism late painter - poet, classical works drawn by the state of Massachu_set_ts as well as from the surreal to send European urchin
Wife children. Came from the poor in remote parts of sorrow stricken oil painting drawing watercolor painter powder.
Finally, there is high school teachers, by nature a lonely Irish librarians, sophisticated and elegant collection home
Participated in the liberation movement of the masses, no, more than just the people, is simply a force, difficult to distinguish the sex ladies
"I saw him ten times, but he had not been able to remember my name, anyway, I like him, he was a true
Artists. "
"During menopause, my lack of energy, humor save his poetry in the hospital I did not commit suicide."
"He is so charismatic, talented and polite, in the guest bedroom of my week in Budapest, but also in person at the sink
In cleaning utensils. "
Ah, the scene there will be many readers, "" Howl "changed my city in Virginia, Illinois, Liberty life."
"I was the first in the Montclair State Teachers College to listen to him recite the poem, from also determined to become a poet -"
"He made me suddenly realize that I work in a garage when the Rolling Stones began to keen on music, singing me in Kansas City
Writing songs. "
"" Card, the first thread "that I myself and the father in Nevada City, cry."
"My sister died in Boston in 1982, is" the death of his father, "This poem gives me comfort."
"I read in a news magazine, his articles, suddenly understood the situation of some people like me."
Even a poet, singer, although a number of deaf and dumb can they sing with gestures instead of poetic language.
Also came to the journalists, editorial secretary, manager, photography fans, rock critics, educated labor,
Cultural historians to participate in the funeral as a historical witness
There are super-poetry fans, self-righteous poets, the older the year of the "Beat" elements and people who have a free ride,
Interested in collecting autographed manuscript of the people, by all means the freedom to chart fame photographer
Afford to watch the impressive intelligence of people standing there
Everyone has to understand that they have become "history" part, in addition to those who are mourning,
But this is all I really know nothing happened, even though I still live in this human world.
February 22, 1997
(Translated by Wen Chu An)
Translation Postscript: Allen. Hopkins afraid format (A11en
Ginsberg) on April 5, 1997 in New York suffering from liver cancer in his Manhattan apartment Thirteenth street
Died at the age of seventy. That has been suffering from an incurable disease, his unusual calm, but is said to have wept from time to time; from diagnosis
After they have been trapped in bed, died a few days ago, gave the surviving friends to call, write several poems, "Death and glory
Reputation "is one of the first, the
Weekday humor, wit, ridicule remains the same, you can almost hear his hearty laughter, see him smile slightly lowers
, Dying the night before, a number of relatives and friends have been waiting at the side. His memory of his father Louis Ginsberg (also a poet
) In the poem "Father Death Blues" nail in the front door. Ginsburg was buried in the town of Elizabeth, New Jersey, a
Judah Cemetery (his father's tomb
Places also here). Ginsburg 1998, I went to New York residence, and pay tribute to Elizabeth the cemetery, with deep feelings
. Value of the second anniversary of the poet's death, especially in this poem in his memory.
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United States
United States, I've everything to you, now I have nothing.
United States, two dollars seven, 17 January 1956
I can not stand my own mind.
United States, will we end the human war?
To your mother, your atom bomb
I do not feel, Do not mess with me
I am not the normal mind can not write poetry,
United States, when did you be angelic?
When did you take off your clothes?
When do you see yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
United States, why are your libraries full of tears?
United States, when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands
When I go into the supermarket
With my good looks to buy my necessities?
Ultimately, the United States, is that you and I who are perfect not the next
Your machinery is too much. I can not accept
You make me want to be a saint
What the total of the other way to resolve this dispute
Bo Rui in Tan Zeer. I think he will not come back
This is the dark, are you dark, or is this a specific joke?
I want to say to the point
I refuse to give up my stubborn read
The United States do not force me, I know what to do
United States, the plum blossom fell
I do not read the newspapers a few months, every day people were tried for murder
United States, I have sentimental feelings towards China Bolai Si
United States, when I was a child I was the Communist Party
I do not regret it.
I have the opportunity to smoke marijuana
I sit in the house for several days. Qiaokan Rose clo_set_
When I go to Chinatown when I get drunk. But do not sleep.
I believe that dumping occurs Ma
I read Marx and you should see
My doctors believe I have all the normal psychological
I refuse to pray
I have a mysterious illusion and the universe shock
The United States. I have not told you, Maggs uncle
Came back from Russia, how do you treat him
I'm talking to you.
Time magazine you want to control your love life now
I was in control of Time magazine
I read it every week
Every time I walked quietly around the corner candy shop
Time magazine's cover always staring at me
Burke dishes I read it in the basement of public libraries
It always told me that responsibility. Sale who is serious
Films are serious, everyone, except me, is serious.
It makes me think I was an American
I muttered to myself out.
Asia's rise against me,
I do not have a Chinese person that opportunity.
I'd better take into account the resources of their own nation
My national resources, including both marijuana hall, millions of
Reproductive organs, a private work is not published, it
Dissemination of fourteen hundred per hour, step,
And twenty-five thousand neurology hospital
I have not mentioned my prison and millions of people affected by discrimination
They live in a pot on my five hundred illuminated by the sun,
I abolished the French brothel, the next one is, but Zell
I volunteer to be president, although I am a Catholic
United States, the mood in you fool How could I write a holy prayer song
Henry Ford I will continue my verse is a characteristic
Just as his car, worse, they have different gender
I sold the United States end your verse, a 2,500 yuan, will you
Sale of old verse 500,
U.S. release of Tom, Munich
Loyalty to the United States to rescue the Spanish party
Fan participation with the United States for the sand can not die,
I Sige Si County American children
United States, when I was seven, my mother took me to Communist Party
Chamber meeting, they sell us soybeans
A ticket a soybean
A nickel a point
White lecture listening, all angelic
With deep feeling for all the workers
All in good faith as more than
You do not know how good the party in 1835
Of Gedenilin is a great good for the elderly
A reasonable person in charge of real
Brewer mother let me cry
I have a clear Israeli A Mute
Just about everyone that is a spy
United States, you do not really want to fight
United States, the Russians blame the bad
Those Russians, those Russians, and Chinese
We live in Russia must swallow, Russia is a power mad,
Her car to our guns away from the garage
Chicago, she stole, she needs a red
Reader's Digest
She wants our auto plants in Siberia
Her big bureaucratic rule our stations
This is not good, oh, she let the Indians learn to read
She needs big black, oh, she let us all every
Days, six hours of work, life-saving ah
United States, this is a serious matter
United States, this is when I do get the impression TV
U.S. corporations, these are true?
I'd better deal with this matter immediately,
I do not want to join the army, or in precision parts factories open
Lathe, I myopia, and mental illness
United States, I put my shoulder against the wheel weird.
(Zheng Min translation)
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