Youse guys continue to surprise DaSaucePerson. Yesterday�s bit of Ferlinghetti was very much fer me own amusement and with the knowledge that the Christians in DaAudience would throw me to the lions club or somesuch.
You�d think that I�d-A-Written That Shit from the pile of crazed raves (in the two digits? Amazing!) that rolled into DaE-mailBoxThingy. Kind of all of you, even.
If this nonsense keeps up, YerDiaristOfRecord might eventually approach recovering the number of faves that leapt heartily off the band-wagon when reading the Truth Entry (below for the nonce in reader stats, otherwise it is back in Older.)
And just because this boy is a fan of Larry you get two more. And just because this boy is a fan of Larry you get two more. [There. Were those the two? Sorry. Silly Human Here.] Again, with DaSauceGuy reaching out into transcription land---and personally giving you the works by hand� Grin.
As with the previous, these are two poems from Lawrence Ferlinghetti�s A Coney Island of The Mind, � 1958, City Lights Press, and note that with all of his stuff? Reading aloud seems to hit the mark harder than just letting the words parse into yer skull...
This first one has always nailed a partial mental rationale for why HisSauceNess does not sleep with folks he doesn�t CARE-Deeply-About/MightEvenLove. Ever get yourself into the situation seen on Ferlinghetti's morning below?
See
it was like this when
we waltz into this place
a couple of Papish cats
is doing an Aztec two-step
And I says
Dad let's cut
but then this dame
comes up behind me see
and says
You and me could really exist
Wow I says
Only the next day
she has bad teeth
and really hates
poetry
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This second one, is especially pertinent today in these United States with NeoConservatism/Jingoism/and various other �ism style maladies busting us in the ass. And, it has always been a favorite, methinks youse pholks can guess why along the way.
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I Am Waiting
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the Second Coming
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep thru the state of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am seriously waiting
for Billy Graham and Elvis Presley
to exchange roles seriously
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the living end
and I am waiting
for dad to come home
his pockets full
of irradiated silver dollars
and I am waiting
for the atomic tests to end
and I am waiting happily
for things to get much worse
before they improve
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the human crowd
to wander off a cliff somewhere
clutching its atomic umbrella
and I am waiting
for Ike to act
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered
by an obscure general practitioner
and save me forever from certain death
and I am waiting
for life to begin
and I am waiting
for the storms of life,
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am waiting
for Ole Man River
to just stop rolling along
past the country club
and I am waiting
for the deepest South
to just stop Reconstructing itself
in its own image
and I am waiting
for a sweet desegregated chariot
to swing low
and carry me back to Ole Virginie
and I am waiting
for Ole Virginie to discover
just why Darkies are born
and I am waiting
for God to lookout
from Lookout Mountain
and see the Ode to the Confederate Dead
as a real farce
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did
to Tom Sawyer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for Tom Swift to grow up
and I am waiting
for the American Boy
to take off Beauty's clothes
and get on top of her
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth's dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder
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--HokayDatsEnoughSauce
Psssst?
To answer a few reader questions�Allen Ginsberg, Not-So-Much, as it isn�t about Beat Poetry. And in all seriousness? DaSauce may be the only person who ever thought that he was a one poem wonder�and the NAMBLA Thing? DEEP UN-Adult-Ere-Ate-Ed Wrongness From Minute One. Fucking Leave Children Alone You Sick Phucks--Hetero/Homo/Who Cares? Thank you. I'll be here all week.