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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death & Fame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I die<br>I don't care what happens to my body<br>throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River<br>bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery<br>But l want a big funeral<br>St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in <br> Manhattan<br>First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother <br> 96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,<br>Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-<br> in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters <br> their grandchildren,<br>companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--<br>Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, <br> there Sakyong Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting <br> America, Satchitananda Swami <br>Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, <br> Katagiri & Suzuki Roshi's phantoms<br>Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau <br> Roshis, Lama Tarchen --<br>Then, most important, lovers over half-century<br>Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich<br>young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each <br> other, innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories<br>"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand<br> day retreat --"<br>"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he <br> loved me"<br>"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"<br>"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly <br> arms round each other"<br>"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my <br> skivvies would be on the floor"<br>"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master"<br>"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then <br> sleep in his captain's bed."<br>"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"<br>"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my <br> stomach<br>shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- "<br>"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth <br> & fingers along my waist"<br>"He gave great head"<br>So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commin-<br> gling with flesh and youthful blood of 1997<br>and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"<br>"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."<br>"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender <br> and affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head,<br>my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, <br> tickled with his tongue my behind"<br>"I loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged <br> chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a <br> pillow --"<br>Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear<br>"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his <br> walk-up flat,<br>seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him <br> again never wanted to... "<br>"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made <br> sure I came first"<br>This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--<br>Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock <br> star Beatles, faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical con-<br> ductors, unknown high Jazz music composers, funky trum-<br> peters, bowed bass & french horn black geniuses, folksinger <br> fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin auto-<br> harp pennywhistles & kazoos<br>Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, <br> Late fauve Tuscan painter-poets, Classic draftsman Massa-<br> chusets surreal jackanapes with continental wives, poverty <br> sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American <br> provinces<br>Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate biblio-<br> philes, sex liberation troops nay armies, ladies of either sex<br>"I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved <br> him anyway, true artist"<br>"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me <br> from suicide hospitals"<br>"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my <br> studio guest a week in Budapest"<br>Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"<br>"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "<br>"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas <br> City"<br>"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"<br>"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"<br>"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized <br> others like me out there"<br>Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures<br>Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photo-<br> graphy aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural <br> historians come to witness the historic funeral<br>Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-<br> hunters, distinguished paparazzi, intelligent gawkers<br>Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased<br>who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> February 22, 1997</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allen+Ginsberg">Allen Ginsberg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342334" data-title="Death & Fame de Allen Ginsberg" data-description="When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery But l want a big funeral St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue..."></div> </div> </div>
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