81. Gregory Corso Has Gone Translate this page Attualità di gregory corso. Vi mettete a ridere? Lo so vi sembra azzardatodi fronte a una situazione disperata di un mondo sempre http://www.cinemah.com/cameraverde/corso/

Pull my Daisy senza poi cambiare atteggiamento dopo essere divenuti guru: Kerouac si continuò a presentare ubriaco alle interviste, Ginsberg non smise di provocare, Corso di essere simpaticamente eccessivo Diedero la giustificazione per tutti gli altri a "esprimersi". Corso ebbe quell’intuizione della "bomba" Ma un altro incrocio con il cinema evidenzia la forza dirompente del Marriage Pull my Daisy Un chien andalou

82. Gregory Corso Has Gone BOMB by gregory corso Budger of history Brake of time YouBomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate http://www.cinemah.com/cameraverde/corso/bomb.html

Gregory Corso has gone BOMB by Gregory Corso - Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart And hath not St. Michael a burning sword St. George a lance David a sling Bomb you are as cruel as man makes you and you're no crueller than cancer All Man hates you they'd rather die by car-crash lightning drowning Falling off a roof electric-chair heart-attack old age old age O Bomb They'd rather die by anything but you Death's finger is free-lance Not up to man whether you boom or not Death has long since distributed its categorical blue I sing thee Bomb Death's extravagance Death's jubilee Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ with the climbor who'll fall to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork Some die by swamp some by sea and some by the bushy-haired man in the night O there are deaths like witches of Arc Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff No-feeling deaths like birth-death sadless deaths like old pain Bowery Abandoned deaths like Capital Punishment stately deaths like senators And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx girls on Vogue covers my own I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is I can only imagine Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview I scope a city New York City streaming starkeyed subway shelter Scores and scores A fumble of humanity High heels bend Hats whelming away Youth forgetting their combs Ladies not knowing what to do with their shopping bags Unperturbed gum machines Yet dangerous 3rd rail Ritz Brothers from the Bronx caught in the A train The smiling Schenley poster will always smile Impish death Satyr Bomb Bombdeath Turtles exploding over Istanbul The jaguar's flying foot soon to sink in arctic snow Penguins plunged against the Sphinx The top of the Empire state arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens St. Sophia peeling over Sudan O athletic Death Sportive Bomb the temples of ancient times their grand ruin ceased Electrons Protons Neutrons gathering Hersperean hair walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady joining marble helmsmen entering the final ampitheater with a hymnody feeling of all Troys heralding cypressean torches racing plumes and banners and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace Lo the visiting team of Present the home team of Past Lyre and tube together joined Hark the hotdog soda olive grape gala galaxy robed and uniformed commissary O the happy stands Ethereal root and cheer and boo The billioned all-time attendance The Zeusian pandemonium Hermes racing Owens The Spitball of Buddha Christ striking out Luther stealing third Planeterium Death Hosannah Bomb Gush the final rose O Spring Bomb Come with thy gown of dynamite green unmenace Nature's inviolate eye Before you the wimpled Past behind you the hallooing Future O Bomb Bound in the grassy clarion air like the fox of the tally-ho thy field the universe thy hedge the geo Leap Bomb bound Bomb frolic zig and zag The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag Stick angels on your jubilee feet wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat You are due and behold you are due and the heavens are with you hosanna incalescent glorious liaison BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep set forth awful agenda Carrion stars charnel planets carcass elements Corpse the universe tee-hee finger-in-the-mouth hop over its long long dead Nor From thy nimbled matted spastic eye exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls From thy appellational womb spew birth-gusts of of great worms Rip open your belly Bomb from your belly outflock vulturic salutations Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps along the brink of Paradise O Bomb O final Pied Piper both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz God abandoned mock-nude beneath His thin false-talc's apocalypse He cannot hear thy flute's happy-the-day profanations He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax Clogged clarions untrumpet Him Sealed angels unsing Him A thunderless God A dead God O Bomb thy BOOM His tomb That I lean forward on a desk of science an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose half-smart about wars bombs especially bombs That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love That I can't exist in a world that consents a child in a park a man dying in an electric-chair That I am able to laugh at all things all that I know and do not know thus to conceal my pain That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship That I am manifold a man pursuing the big lies of gold or a poet roaming in bright ashes or that which I imagine myself to be a shark-toothed sleep a man-eater of dreams I need not then be all-smart about bombs Happily so for if I felt bombs were caterpillars I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies There is a hell for bombs They're there I see them there They sit in bits and sing songs mostly German songs And two very long American songs and they wish there were more songs especially Russian and Chinese songs and some more very long American songs Poor little Bomb that'll never be an Eskimo song I love thee I want to put a lollipop in thy furcal mouth A wig of Goldilocks on thy baldy bean and have you skip with me Hansel and Gretel along the Hollywoodian screen O Bomb in which all lovely things moral and physical anxiously participate O fairylike plucked from the grandest universe tree O piece of heaven which gives both mountain and anthill a sun I am standing before your fantastic lily door I bring you Midgardian roses Arcadian musk Reputed cosmetics from the girls of heaven Welcome me fear not thy opened door nor thy cold ghost's grey memory nor the pimps of indefinite weather their cruel terrestial thaw Oppenheimer is seated in the dark pocket of Light Fermi is dry in Death's Mozambique Einstein his mythmouth a barnacled wreath on the moon-squid's head Let me in Bomb rise from that pregnant-rat corner nor fear the raised-broom nations of the world O Bomb I love you I want to kiss your clank eat your boom You are a paean an acme of scream a lyric hat of Mister Thunder O resound thy tanky knees BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ye skies and BOOM ye suns BOOM BOOM ye moons ye stars BOOM nights ye BOOM ye days ye BOOM BOOM BOOM ye winds ye clouds ye rains go BANG ye lakes ye oceans BING Barracuda BOOM and cougar BOOM Ubangi BOOM orangutang BING BANG BONG BOOM bee bear baboon ye BANG ye BONG ye BING the tail the fin the wing Yes Yes into our midst a bomb will fall Flowers will leap in joy their roots aching Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind Pinkbombs will blossom Elkbombs will perk their ears Ah many a bomb that day will awe the bird a gentle look Yet not enough to say a bomb will fall or even contend celestial fire goes out Know that the earth will madonna the Bomb that in the hearts of men to come more bombs will be born magisterial bombs wrapped in ermine all beautiful and they'll sit plunk on earth's grumpy empires fierce with moustaches of gold Gregory Corso has gone

83. Gregory Corso Is On The Bus gregory corso. The 21st Century Belongs To gregory corso. Childhoodspent unloved and abandoned by his mother and father. Teenaged http://www.paxacidus.com/otb/corso.html

Gregory Corso The 21st Century Belongs To Gregory Corso Childhood spent unloved and abandoned by his mother and father. Teenaged years spent jailed in New York for petty theft. 20s and 30s spent starving and writing poetry in the streets of Paris and Venice. Corso "beat" the odds and lived until the ripe old age of 71. He died January 17th, 2001. Gregory Corso was an impish poet of wide respute, a girlfriend stealer of Jack Kerouac, and so immensely devious and lovable that he had the poverty stricken Ginsberg and Bourroughs as his patrons. Young Gregory was sick. Sick on alcohol, sick on junk, sick on love, sick on words, sick on pussy juice, sick on famous surrealists like Marcel Duchamp (literally because Corso puked all over his house and then cut off his necktie with a knife at a party). Corso is a strangely unsung hero of today. Why unsung? My guess is because my generation and the generation that follows me (if I may be so bold) are a bunch of illiterate fuckheads. This doesn't count the Pax Acidus readers, of course. I believe all poetry going forward will owe a debt to him. Why? Because Gregory is the bomb ooh top shop ... contact us

84. In A Dark Time ...: Gregory Corso Archives The Eye Begins to See April 24, 2002 gregory corso's Sound and Fury It’s evenharder to find corso’s poems than it is to find Ferlinghetti’s poems. http://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/archives/cat_gregory_corso.html

In a Dark Time ... The Eye Begins to See April 24, 2002 Gregory Corso's Sound and Fury I Miss My Dear Cats My water-colored hands are catless now seated here alone in the dark my window-shaped head is bowed with sad draperies I am catless near death almost behind me my last cat hanging on the wall dead of my hand drink bloated And on all my other walls from attic to cellar my sad life of cats hangs Puma In Chapultepec Zoo Long smooth slow swift soft cat What score, whose choreography did you dance to when they pulled the final curtain down? Can such ponderous grace remain here, all alone, on this 9x10 stage? Will they give you another chance perhaps to dance the Sierras? How sad you seem; looking at you I think of Ulanova locked in some small furnished room in New York, on East 17th Street in the Puerto Rican section. A perfect metaphor? a beautiful, zooed puma compared to a world famous dancer, now trapped, forced to remain forever on a 9x10 stage. Who would dare consider doing the same to a human dancer? Paris Childcity, Aprilcity

85. Gregory Corso American Literature on the Web Resources in Japanese gregory corsoGeneral Resources gregory corso (Literary Kicks); gregory corso. http://www.nagasaki-gaigo.ac.jp/ishikawa/amlit/c/corso21.htm

Gregory Corso General Resources Gregory Corso (Literary Kicks) Gregory Corso. "The Other Side of April." (Mandeville Special Collections Library, Univ. of California, San Diego) Corso and Ginsberg interview Burroughs, 1961 Post Angelic Musings for The Electronic Beat :Corso parties with Dennis Hopper. Book Review: Mindfield: collection of Gregory Corso's poetry Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso in the kitchen Writings Destiny from Mindfield by Gregory Corso with forwards by William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg I Held A Shelly Manuscript American Literature on the Web Corso21.htm

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Trova Scrivi Cronaca Politica ... Cinema: le recensioni Il poeta, amico di Allen Ginsberg e Jack Kerouac, aveva 70 anni ed era malato da tempo E' morto Gregory Corso "guru" della Beat Generation NEW YORK A dispetto delle drammatiche circostanze, gli amici del poeta avevano seguito con un misto di ammirazione e preoccupazione il decorso delle sue pene. Di recente Griselda Ohannessian - la presidente di New Directions, che ha pubblicato le opere di Corso dagli anni Sessanta fino all'ultima raccolta 'Minefield' nel 1989 - aveva descritto l'umore del poeta come "estremanente allegro" e "su di giri". Corso era l'ultimo poeta della Beat Generation che viveva ancora a New York: dopo la morte, nel 1997, di Ginsberg, altro veterano del Village, aveva continuato a tener banco tra Horatio Street e Bleecker Street, la strada dove era nato il 26 marzo 1930, da genitori emigrati dall'Italia. Gregorio Nunzio Corso era cresciuto in una famiglia instabile, che fin da piccolo lo aveva messo di fronte a situazioni come l'orfanotrofio dopo il ritorno della madre italiana in patria, il riformatorio e, a soli 17 anni, la prigione per una rapina. E' in carcere che Corso si avvicina alla letteratura: legge i testi sacri del grande Ottocento e comincia a scrivere poesie. Per caso negli anni Cinquanta conosce Ginsberg in un bar del Village. Va a Harvard e diventa un topo di biblioteca, sempre continuando a scrivere. "Gregory è un poeta di idee. Quali poeti moderni scrivono ancora con tanta chiarezza che i loro versi restano in mente senza sforzo?", lo elogia l'amico e mentore Ginsberg.

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88. Gregory Corso - Die On Me | Album Review @ Music-Critic.com : The Source For Mus Review of gregory corso Die On Me. Buy Die On Me, gregory corso Die On Me labelKock International released 08.13.02 our score 5.0 out of 5.0 buy it here. http://www.music-critic.com/classicaljazz/corso_dieonme.htm

rock pop urban electronic ... Concerts New Interview Common The True Sprituality of Music or: How the Flaming Lips are Going to Save the World Someday more... Get the Music-Critic Newsletter! subscribe unsubscribe To buy Mus ic-Critic.com content, click here StarPulse.com bestguitarfest.com sheet music ... Tax Tricks and Treats Gregory Corso Die On Me label: Kock International released: 08.13.02 our score: 5.0 out of 5.0 buy it: here The Best Record I Ignored in 2002 by: matt cibula out on you, random member of the poor unsuspecting public. Trust me, though, if I was making my list today it'd be on there, probably at #6 or so. Or higher. Damn it's good. See what fear can do? But I'm not afraid anymore. Here's the deal: Gregory Corso was, right there with Allen Ginsberg, one of the great Beat Generation poets. His stuff was always bizarre and hilarious and deepI consider "Marriage" and "Poets Hitchhiking on the Highway" and "Dream of a Baseball Star" (none of which are on this disc) and "Bomb" and "Hair" and "Last Night I Drove a Car" (all of which are) to be some of the most important poems written by any American in the last 50 years.

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90. Gregory Corso: Die On Me: The Final Recordings - PopMatters Music Review gregory corso, Die on Me The Final Recordings (Koch/Paris), reviewby Adrien Begrand. m u s i c. gregory corso Die on Me The Final http://www.popmatters.com/music/reviews/c/corsogregory-die.shtml

m u s i c GREGORY CORSO Die on Me: The Final Recordings (Koch/Paris) US release date: 13 August 2002 by Adrien Begrand PopMatters Music Critic e-mail this article We All Want Penguin Dust W Born in 1930, Gregory Corso was the youngest of the group of four writers; when a 20-year-old Corso first met Ginsberg in a Greenwich Village bar in 1950, Ginsberg was 24, Kerouac 28, and Burroughs 38. Abandoned by his Italian mother as an infant, Corso grew up in several foster homes, quit school after sixth grade, and turned to petty crime, eventually getting caught when he was 16, and sentenced to three years in prison. It was in prison where Corso turned to poetry, and found great inspiration in the likes of Marlowe and especially, Percy Bysshe Shelley. Aided by his new friend Ginsberg (ever the relentless promoter of his friends' work), Corso went on to put out several important volumes of poetry in the mid-to-late 1950s, including Gasoline in 1958. Not as prolific as his other three friends, Corso still amassed an admirable body of work by 1970, until he was beset with drug problems, which bogged down his career for years. He didn't put out very much work at all in the last decade of his life, but one poem, which he read at a tribute shortly after Ginsberg's death in 1997, perfectly encapsulated his trademark humor and heart. His poem simply stated, "Toodle-oo". The posthumous Corso spoken word CD

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