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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342347" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kral Majales (King of May)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and <br>lying policemen <br>and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the <br>Naked, <br>and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy <br>and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for <br>their own glamour <br>in the Future, in the Future, but now drink vodka and lament the Security <br>Forces, <br>and the Capitalists drink gin and whiskey on airplanes but let Indian brown <br>millions starve <br>and when Communist and Capitalist assholes tangle the Just man is arrested <br>or robbed or has his head cut off, <br>but not like Kabir, and the cigarette cough of the Just man above the clouds <br>in the bright sunshine is a salute to the health of the blue sky. <br>For I was arrested thrice in Prague, once for singing drunk on Narodni <br>street, <br>once knocked down on the midnight pavement by a mustached agent who <br>screamed out BOUZERANT, <br>once for losing my notebooks of unusual sex politics dream opinions, <br>and I was sent from Havana by planes by detectives in green uniform, <br>and I was sent from Prague by plane by detectives in Czechoslovakian <br>business suits, <br>Cardplayers out of Cezanne, the two strange dolls that entered Joseph K's <br>room at morn <br>also entered mine and ate at my table, and examined my scribbles, <br>and followed me night and morn from the houses of the lovers to the cafes of <br>Centrum - <br>And I am the King of May, which is the power of sexual youth, <br>and I am the King of May, which is long hair of Adam and Beard of my <br>own body <br>and I am the King of May, which is Kral Majales in the Czechoslovakian <br>tongue, <br>and I am the King of May, which is old Human poesy, and 100,000 people <br>chose my name, <br>and I am the King of May, and in a few minutes I will land at London <br>Airport, <br>and I am the King of May, naturally, for I am of Slavic parentage and a <br>Buddhist Jew <br>who whorships the Sacred Heart of Christ the blue body of Krishna the <br>straight back of Ram <br>the beads of Chango the Nigerian singing Shiva Shiva in a manner which <br>I have invented, <br>and the King of May is a middleeuropean honor, mine in the XX century <br>despite space ships and the Time Machine, because I have heard the voice of Blake <br>in a vision <br>and repeat that voice. And I am the King of May that sleeps with teenagers <br>laughing. <br>And I am the King of May, that I may be expelled from my Kingdom with <br>Honor, as of old, <br>To show the difference between Caesar's Kingdom and the Kingdom of the <br>May of Man - <br>and I am the King of May because I touched my finger to my forehead <br>saluting <br>a luminous heavy girl trembling hands who said 'one moment Mr. Ginsberg' <br>before a fat young Plainclothesman stepped between our bodies - I was <br>going to England - <br>and I am the King of May, in a giant jetplane touching Albion's airfield <br>trembling in fear <br>as the plane roars to a landing on the gray concrete, shakes & expels air, <br>and rolls slowly to a stop under the clouds with part of blue heaven still <br>visible. <br>And tho' I am the King of May, the Marxists have beat me upon the street, <br>kept me up all night in Police Station, followed me thru Springtime <br>Prague, detained me in secret and deported me from our kingdom by <br>airplane. <br>This I have written this poem on a jet seat in mid Heaven.</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>
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