поэзия великих последние 2 дня меня шокирует просто из-за угла. внезапно.
в основном я это про Блейка. ничего так, что я нашла у него поэму, из которой, basically, взяты основопологающие понятия вселенной ДК... если начистоту, то мифологию Блейка и ее сакральный смысл я не постигла, ибо Блейк пока слишком велик для моего гуманоидного сознания.
однако...
The Nature of Infinity
THE NATURE of Infinity is this: That every thing has its
Own Vortex; and when once a traveller thro’ Eternity
Has pass’d that Vortex, he perceives it roll backward behind
His path, into a Globe itself enfolding, like a sun,
Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty,
While he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the Earth,
Or like a human form, a friend with whom he liv’d benevolent.
As the eye of man views both the East and West, encompassing
Its vortex, and the North and South with all their starry host,
Also the rising sun and setting moon he views, surrounding
His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square.
Thus is the Earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent
To the weak traveller confin’d beneath the moony shade.
Thus is the Heaven a Vortex pass’d already, and the Earth
A Vortex not yet pass’d by the traveller thro’ Eternity.
The Sea of Time and Space
FIRST Milton saw Albion upon the Rock of Ages,
Deadly pale, outstretch’d, and snowy cold, storm-cover’d—
A Giant form of perfect beauty, outstretch’d on the Rock
In solemn death: the Sea of Time and Space thunder’d aloud
Against the Rock, which was enwrappèd with the weeds of Death.
Hovering over the cold bosom in its vortex, Milton bent down
To the bosom of Death: what was underneath soon seem’d above,
A cloudy heaven mingled with stormy seas in loudest ruin;
But as a wintry globe descends precipitant, thro’ Beulah bursting,
With thunders loud and terrible, so Milton’s Shadow fell
Precipitant, loud thund’ring, into the Sea of Time and Space.и так далее..!
плюс такое маленькое п.с. я вообще Гинзберга не люблю, но я привыкла, что у него мозговыносящие битнически-кислотные стихи, которые читать надо только в состоянии измененного сознания. я не привыкла, что у него в стихах гей-оргии О_о
и, мягко говоря, художественности мало, а эротики и того меньше. спрашивается: на кой?
или, скорее, на куй?
COME ALL YE BRAVE BOYS
Come all you young men that proudly display
Your torsos to the Sun on upper Broadway
Come sweet hearties so mighty with girls
So lithe and naked to kiss their gold curls
Come beautiful boys with breasts bright gold
Lie down in bed with me ere ye grow old,
Take down your blue jeans, we'll have some raw fun
Lie down on your bellies I'll fuck your soft bun.
Come heroic half naked young studs
That drive automobiles through vaginal blood
Come thin breasted boys and fat muscled kids
With sturdy cocks you deal out green lids
Turn over spread your strong legs like a lass
I'll show you the thrill to be jived up the ass
Come sweet delicate strong minded men
I'II take you thru graveyards & kiss you again
You'll die in your life, wake up in my arms
Sobbing and hugging & showing your charms
Come strong darlings tough children hard boys
Transformed with new tenderness, taught new joys
We'll lie embrac'd in full moonlight till dawn
Whiteness shows sky high over the wet lawn
Lay yr head on my shoulder kiss my lined brow
& belly to belly kiss my neck now
Yeah come on tight assed & strong cocked young fools
& shove up my belly your hard tender tools,
Suck my dick, lick my arm pit and breast
Lie back & sigh in the dawn for a rest,
Come in my arms, groan your sweet will
Come again in my mouth, lie silent & still,
Let me come in your butt, hold my head on your leg,
Let's come together, & tremble & beg
@темы:
верните нам наше умопомрачение,
безумен, как безумец,
веселый, упитанный, хороший и гей,
слово на "б"