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Gregory Corso: 1930-2001

Budger of history   Brake of time   You   Bomb
Toy of universe   Grandest of all snatched sky   I cannot hate you
 Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt   the jawbone of an ass
The bumpy club of One Million B.C.   the mace   the flail    the axe
Catapult Da Vinci   tomahawk Cochise   flintlock Kidd   dagger Rathbone
Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine   Pushkin   Dillinger   Bogart
And hath not St. Michael a burning sword   St. George a lance   David a sling
Bomb   you are as cruel as man makes you   and you're no crueller than cancer
All Man hates you   they'd rather die by car-crash   lightning   drowning
Falling off a roof   electric-chair  heart-attack   old age   old age   O Bomb
They'd rather die by anything but you   Death's finger is free-lance
Not up to man whether you boom or not   Death has long since distributed its
categorical blue   I sing thee Bomb   Death's extravagance   Death's jubilee
Gem of Death's supremest blue   The flyer will crash   his death will differ
with the climbor who'll fall   to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork
Some die by swamp   some by sea  and some by the bushy-haired man in the night
O there are deaths like witches of Arc   Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff
No-feeling deaths like birth-death   sadless deaths like old pain Bowery
Abandoned deaths   like Capital Punishment   stately deaths like senators
And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx   girls on Vogue covers   my own
 I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is   I can only imagine
Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview   I scope
a city   New York City   streaming   starkeyed   subway shelter 
Scores and scores   A fumble of humanity   High heels bend
Hats whelming away   Youth forgetting their combs
Ladies not knowing what to do   with their shopping bags
Unperturbed gum machines   Yet dangerous 3rd rail
Ritz Brothers   from the Bronx   caught in the A train
The smiling Schenley poster will always smile
 Impish death   Satyr Bomb   Bombdeath
Turtles exploding over Istanbul
The jaguar's flying foot
 soon to sink in arctic snow
Penguins plunged against the Sphinx
he top of the Empire state
                    arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily
Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens
St. Sophia peeling over Sudan
 O athletic Death   Sportive Bomb
he temples of ancient times
their grand ruin ceased
Electrons   Protons   Neutrons 
gathering Hersperean hair
 walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady
 joining marble helmsmen
entering the final ampitheater
with a hymnody feeling of all Troys
heralding cypressean torches
racing plumes and banners
 and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace
 Lo the visiting team of Present
 the home team of Past
 Lyre and tube together joined
Hark the hotdog soda olive grape
gala galaxy robed and uniformed 
commissary   O the happy stands
 Ethereal root and cheer and boo
The billioned all-time attendance
The Zeusian pandemonium
Hermes racing Owens
The Spitball of Buddha
 Christ striking out
 Luther stealing third
 Planeterium Death   Hosannah Bomb
Gush the final rose   O Spring Bomb
  Come with thy gown of dynamite green
unmenace Nature's inviolate eye
Before you the wimpled Past
 behind you the hallooing Future   O Bomb
 Bound in the grassy clarion air
ike the fox of the tally-ho
thy field the universe thy hedge the geo
 Leap Bomb   bound Bomb   frolic zig and zag
 The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag
Stick angels on your jubilee feet
 wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat
You are due and behold you are due
and the heavens are with you
 hosanna incalescent glorious liaison
 BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM
Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace
 spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep
 set forth awful agenda
Carrion stars   charnel planets   carcass elements
Corpse the universe   tee-hee finger-in-the-mouth hop
over its long long dead Nor
From thy nimbled matted spastic eye
exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls
From thy appellational womb
spew birth-gusts of of great worms
 Rip open your belly Bomb
 from your belly outflock vulturic salutations
Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps
along the brink of Paradise
O Bomb   O final Pied Piper
both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz
God abandoned mock-nude
beneath His thin false-talc's apocalypse
He cannot hear thy flute's
happy-the-day profanations
 He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear
 His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax
Clogged clarions untrumpet Him
Sealed angels unsing Him
A thunderless God   A dead God
O Bomb   thy BOOM His tomb
 That I lean forward on a desk of science
an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose
half-smart about wars   bombs   especially bombs
 That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love 
That I can't exist in a world that consents
a child in a park   a man dying in an electric-chair
 That I am able to laugh at all things
 all that I know and do not know   thus to conceal my pain
That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man
 knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men
 and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship
That I am manifold
  a man pursuing the big lies of gold
or a poet roaming in bright ashes
 or that which I imagine myself to be 
a shark-toothed sleep   a man-eater of dreams
 I need not then be all-smart about bombs
 Happily so   for if I felt bombs were caterpillars
 I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies
There is a hell for bombs
They're there   I see them there
They sit in bits and sing songs
mostly German songs
 And two very long American songs
and they wish there were more songs
especially Russian and Chinese songs
and some more very long American songs
 Poor little Bomb that'll never be 
an Eskimo song   I love thee 
 I want to put a lollipop
 in thy furcal mouth
A wig of Goldilocks on thy baldy bean
 and have you skip with me Hansel and Gretel
along the Hollywoodian screen
 O Bomb in which all lovely things
 moral and physical anxiously participate
O fairylike plucked from the 
grandest universe tree 
O piece of heaven which gives
 both mountain and anthill a sun
 I am standing before your fantastic lily door
 I bring you Midgardian roses   Arcadian musk
Reputed cosmetics from the girls of heaven
Welcome me   fear not thy opened door
nor thy cold ghost's grey memory
 nor the pimps of indefinite weather
their cruel terrestial thaw
 Oppenheimer is seated
 in the dark pocket of Light
 Fermi is dry in Death's Mozambique
Einstein his mythmouth
a barnacled wreath on the moon-squid's head
 Let me in   Bomb   rise from that pregnant-rat corner
 nor fear the raised-broom nations of the world
O Bomb I love you
I want to kiss your clank   eat your boom
`You are a paean   an acme of scream
` a lyric hat of Mister Thunder
` O resound thy tanky knees
`BOOM ye skies and BOOM ye suns
` BOOM BOOM ye moons   ye stars BOOM
`nights ye BOOM   ye days ye BOOM
`BOOM BOOM ye winds   ye clouds ye rains
`go BANG ye lakes   ye oceans BING
`Barracuda BOOM and cougar BOOM
Ubangi BOOM   orangutang 
BING BANG BONG BOOM   bee bear baboon
`ye BANG ye BONG ye BING
the tail the fin the wing
Yes   Yes   into our midst a bomb will fall
Flowers will leap in joy their roots aching
Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind
Pinkbombs will blossom   Elkbombs will perk their ears
Ah many a bomb that day will awe the bird a gentle look
Yet   not enough to say a bomb will fall
or even contend celestial fire goes out
Know that the earth will madonna the Bomb
 that in the hearts of men to come more bombs will be born
magisterial bombs wrapped in ermine   all beautiful
and they'll sit plunk on earth's grumpy empires
 fierce with moustaches of gold


1/19/1 Obit: Gregory Corso