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Allen Ginsberg - Death & Fame

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in 
        Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 
        96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-
        in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters 
        their grandchildren,
companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--
Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, 
        there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting 
        America, Satchitananda Swami 
Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, 
        Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms
Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau 
        Roshis, Lama Tarchen --
Then, most important, lovers over half-century
Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich
young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each 
        other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories
"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand
        day retreat --"
"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he 
        loved me"
"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"
"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly 
        arms round each other"
"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my 
        skivvies would be on the floor"
"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master"
"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then 
        sleep in his captain's bed."
"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"
"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my 
        stomach
shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- "
"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth 
        & fingers along my waist"
"He gave great head"
So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-
        gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997
and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"
"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."
"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender 
        and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,
my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, 
        tickled with his tongue my behind"
"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged 
        chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a 
        pillow --"
Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear
"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his 
        walk-up flat,
seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him 
        again never wanted to... "
"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made 
        sure I came first"
This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--
Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock 
        star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-
        ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-
        peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger 
        fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-
        harp pennywhistles & kazoos
Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, 
        Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa-
        chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty 
        sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American 
        provinces
Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-
        philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex
"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved 
        him anyway, true artist"
"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me 
        from suicide hospitals"
"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my 
        studio guest a week in Budapest"
Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"
"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "
"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas 
        City"
"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"
"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"
"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized 
        others like me out there"
Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures
Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-
        graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural 
        historians come to witness the historic funeral
Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-
        hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkers
Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased
who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive

                                                February 22, 1997

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Poet: Allen Ginsberg
Poem: Death & Fame
Volume: Death & Fame: Last Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1997

Comment 3 of 3, added on April 26th, 2013 at 4:48 AM.
Its always necessary keep your teeth clean

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ManteetleRima from Korea, South
Comment 2 of 3, added on January 16th, 2013 at 1:44 AM.
ryUcDmNH

Whenever you look at me that way My heart starts to raceAnd I feel a flush ceripengFrom my toes to my faceI cannot resist youYour curves and allureArouse a rare passionFulfilling and pureAnd I let you please meWith pleasure and painYou vex and you tease meAnd drive me insaneAnd I vow to ignore youBut your strength and your guileAs I return to explore youStir my frown and my smileAnd my firmest endeavorMelts in your caressMy lips moan never, neverBut my heart answers yesAs you unleash within meAn ocean of fearsOf longing, desireOf laughter and tearsWhile you simply lie thereInnocent as can beCompletely obliviousTo the tempest in meBut I return to youAgain and againYou beautiful creature…You little old pen

Diana from Turks and Caicos Islands
Comment 1 of 3, added on November 9th, 2006 at 10:31 PM.

wow, another good poem by Ginsberg. I guess you'll admit he didn't seem to be short on words. They just keep pouring out. He seems to really wear his sexuality on his sleeve, which I suppose is ok because someone needs to, otherwise it doesn't get told, not to mention the tons of "straight" poetry created over the years needing catching up on.

shelley fruiterer from United States

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