I could say much about his, but I will limit myself to this: Yes, Shelley, who was already a great poet when he died. Try to imagine what he would have written if he had gone on to live another fifteen or twenty years more. Had Shakespeare died at that age, where would he be now in the English canon?
Yes! Beauty is something that's pushed upon us to strive for so much it almost becomes inherit. And so to become numb to it is almost scary in an unknown otherworldly sort of way.
You recognize Poetry when you read a poem like this. It doesn t happen often.
there is an ache in my senses having read it.
Can anyone help with the meaning of this poem?
My three weeks with Corso’s protege…Lawrence Ferlinghetti
https://open.substack.com/pub/jeff515p0/p/a-ferlinghetti-feast?r=1n8kl4&utm_medium=ios
I love Gregory Corso, especially his marriage poem!
I could say much about his, but I will limit myself to this: Yes, Shelley, who was already a great poet when he died. Try to imagine what he would have written if he had gone on to live another fifteen or twenty years more. Had Shakespeare died at that age, where would he be now in the English canon?
Good read!
ah, those Beat compound adjectives
right off the '50s streets of
San Francisco:
"leopard-apples"
"torched-skin mushrooms"
"cypressean skein"
"My hands did numb to beauty" is such a strong and phenom start to a poem.
There is a gentle, fearful inexpressible in that
Yes! Beauty is something that's pushed upon us to strive for so much it almost becomes inherit. And so to become numb to it is almost scary in an unknown otherworldly sort of way.