[continued from the fourth fragment]
T'was that well-worn Ginsberg from his right stack setting the stage
For Beat's first read to the Geek from his favorite beat sage.
He read t'me reminiscingly in a screenplay-like prose
Of another beat poet — or was it? — in anguished throes
Of an old love he met — by chance? — in supermarket ailes:
A "hook up" of two poets of like interests and styles.
(When he read, parenthetic'ly, of the persona's touch
of the other's book, before me, there was one in his clutch!)
They strolled off together — I'm back to his reading — but the last
Bit about Lethe stumped me as he looked back at his hash ...
[this ends the fifth fragment*]
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* More to come, as they are recovered. -pt
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
ReplyDeleteOf a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the
stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a
corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching
and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises coming and going, of drinking
and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
1860
Walt Whitman