June 2010
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The Allen Ginsberg Project: Allen inscription to... →
John Berryman "The Dream Songs" verse 250
“sad sights. A crumpled, empty cigarette pack. O empty bottle. Hey: an empty girl. Fill’er up pal. I cough my proper blood. A time advances, black & full? when I won’t hafta. Seconal: … no. Lets put the road to the show.
As folk- talk ( what we have for proverbs) swirl the valid & a mad; yeah. mad. and so the valid, man. Often I had to mutter what hurt an’...