Friday, February 18, 2005

 

"America" - Allen Ginsberg - Poem



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America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the

speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch
Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody
must have been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.


Wednesday, February 09, 2005

 

FACTOTUM - Charles Bukowski - Book


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This novel was written by Bukowski in 1975, it was his second and the first I have read of his works. Factotum is an excerpt from the life of Henry Chinaski, Bukowski's autobiographical character, through the days and long nights he spends drinking cheap whiskey (one of my personal favorites) and port wine...moving from town to town, job to job, woman to woman, drunkenly saturated with dark humor and existential observation of the events of a life lived by a man with no need for a purpose or a denomination. The simplicity of this account is sincere and gives a character to the indolent nature of it's affairs, while not boring the reader with any redundant details one all to often finds in less unique imitations of such novels.
Given the book's autobiographical nature and insomniaic (I may or may not have just made up that word) temperament, it is essentailly pieced together with no central plot enveloping its events, as in real life, so there isn't much more I can convey to you except that it should be read. It serves more as an example, as different perspective on the way the hours pass and how people and investments come and go and should be part of the collection or repertoire of anyone who appriceates contemporary american literature.



...If my comments on this book have prompted your desire to read it (which they should have), all I ask is that you DON'T purchase it at some franchised/corporate bookstore. Show some love to the locals, it's fantastic karma if you're into that sort of thing. Thanks.


 

Nói (Nói albínói) - Movie


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This film is what I would define as a more sophisticated, realistic version of a romantic drama/comedy. It is one of those movies that, I think, would be far more effective as a book. I must say though, I did like it.
The story follows Nói, a jaded seventeen year-old living in the remote small town of Bolungarvík in western Iceland, through the trials and tribulations of a life being lived in the middle of nowhere. Although he is established as an individual of exceptional intelligence, his ambition is handicapped by boredom and routine. If he is not alone in the tiny cellar under his grandmothers house smoking cigarettes and listening to music, he is skipping class and spending his time buying malts (bought with the money made from a rigged slot machine) at the local coffee shop/gas station.
Then, the monotonous course of a passing day takes a turn for the better with the introduction of a beautiful city-girl named Iris, the newest employee at the station and Nói's newest romantic conquest. Despite being threatened by the owner of the local bookestore (Iris's father) to leave her alone, Nói can't help himself nor find a genuine reason not to persue her. This girl has seemed to awaken something in Nói, enkindling his until-then latent desire for more than his dreary hometown has to offer. This subsequently leads to aspirations of leaving it altogether, and of course taking his new jewel with him, causing a series of ups and downs, romantic and comedic situations which are as witty as they are remarkable.
Personally, I appriceated not only the insight of this film, regarding what life may have been like if one were born into such a situation, but also its aesthetically pleasing quality. The beauty of the rural icelandic landscapes depicted were of the calibur of the vistas one might see in such a film as Baraka, which a mere postacard could hardly do justice to.
With the relatively un-alluded-to closure of the film, the story as a whole served (to me) as an example of how trifiling things in life truely are, whether you choose to concern yourself with them or not. The frustrating reality of the conclusion may even manifest itself as a lesson to the hesitant or to those who allow thier attachments to arrest what they intuitively desire. I would recommend Nói to anyone who is looking for something that will play on thier appriceation of cleverly comic situations, which at times is honestly romantic yet not over-saturated with such circumstances, and that also stimulates an array of funamentally different emotions and sentiment.


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On a scale of 1-10*...7.

For a more info on Nói, check this out.



*The rating system is purely based on The Alyssa Standard.


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