H e a r t   S o n s   &   H e a r t   D a u g h t e r s   of   A l l e n   G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m   H e a l t h   S p a :   R e p o r t   2 0 1 4 :   A r c h i v e s   E d i t i o n







Freres humains qui apres nous vivez

N'ayez les cuers contre nour endurci

—Francois Villon


            handsome, ruffled

Madougal Street  1958


I'm thirteen

that's  Corso - poete maudit. . .


how many years glow Gregory

in & out of consciousness


"the most natural poet in the world"

one of the Kerouac School's first "hires"


The Percy Bysche Shelley Chair of


       Elegant Poetics or


The Catullus Chair of Scathing

       Mouthful Lyrics?


How about The Francois Villon Chair of

   Street Wisdom. . .

            Nawww, he said from sickbed

those weeks ago,

       I could never take that

   school shit

seriously - - I'd screw up

       too much. . .


Corso's fast Socratic Rap lit up

            more than a few

   poet brain-stems

you wanna talk you wanna fight?

show me show me! (etonnez-moi)

there's no good women writers since

Jane Austen

       & etc. . .


Crazy Wisdom, the Tibetan Lama nodded,

Gregory's got it



[Originally published in NHS 2001, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs01/waldman.html.]