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January 28th 2009 21:44
A Desolation
by Allen Ginsberg
by Allen Ginsberg
Allen Ginsberg
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.
What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.
Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).
And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
Review in Poem by Dexter
In the city the human animal controls his environment,
Dominating the urban wilderness constructed over foliage, shrubbery and flora.
Masking, a landscape,
A hidden earth.
Deliberate avoidance of social interaction,
The conscious bile of inconsequential rendezvous.
Flanked by loneliness, a misery of purpose,
Paranoid, deluded and manipulated.
Escape to the mountains,
Flee into the woods of streaming and untainted oxygen.
Technology and companionship inverted.
Lower on the food chain,
Commanding respect of nature, creatures and weather.
The elements uncaged, undomesticated: feral cats.
Surrender to adaptation, assimulation,
The spirit cleansed , what is really important?
Relationships with trees, people and sincere creatures?
Unfettered silence screams its answer.
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