Gregory Corso (1930-2001)
I MET THIS GUY WHO DIED For J.L.K. We caroused
did the bars
became fast friends
He wanted me to tell him
what poetry was
I told him Happy tipsy one night I took him home to see my newborn child A great sorrow overcame him "O Gregory" he moaned "you brought up something to die"
I am in no mood this evening, with the shadow of an uncompleted demo over my head, the shock that a friend who I've listened to through ever trick and tumble of every painful relationship he's been in is utterly incapable of listening to the doubt I am having with mine, the pain of realization that I may be bored with the new toy, just as he is becoming attached. I am in no mood tonight, almost late for a posh sushi dinner at one of the fanciest places in town, planned so many weeks ago just so I could hug a few people I haven't seen in ages. I am in no mood tonight, with Daniel barging in every ten minutes demanding a status on my project. We locked the door, even, and now he just stands there and rattles the handle until I answer it. I have taken to not responding to anything he says at all, right now, because I do not trust myself to use responsible words. And I am disappointed that when I decided to teach David how to read poetry last night, before I try to continue teaching him to write it, that he did not understand this one: since feeling is firstsince feeling is first who pays any attention
to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis -e. e. cummings
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