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

ANNE WALDMAN

HALO ‘ROUND GREGORY

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

Discursive

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