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  1. Dec 2019
    1. who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,

      in the wake of the beat generation. Or the lost generation.

    2. who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

      Think this touches further on god, not bending to his will. Not bending to the will of the devil either. Kind of in a purgatory state of unsureness.

    3. who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,

      This part of the poem reminded me of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. One of the most important books of the dope decade. "Tooling along the main drag on a Saturday night in Las Vegas, two good old boys in a fireapple-red convertible … stoned, ripped, twisted … Good People.”

    4. angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

      I just finished Brave New World over the weekend. One of the closing points of that novel is that in a utopian society there is no point in God. God is dead essentially. When people are seeking maximum pleasure god has no jurisdiction.

    5. I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

      "I believe in a long prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown... Although I live in the subconscious, our pale reason hides the infinite from us." - Jim Morrison

      the best people are deranged on drugs. Seeking some muddled form of understanding.

    6. O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we’re free

      Is he talking about freedom through psychedelic enlightenment? I know Ginsberg was a big acid freak. Eternal war with the conscious mind will eventually lead to freedom through insanity? Like Syd Barret for instance.

    7. Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

      solitude is abusive. Children should not be left alone they need guidance.

    8. who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,

      I was reading Hells Angels by Hunter Thompson over summer. Part of that book touches on the Vietnam war protests and how the Hells Angels harassed Berkley protestors. I found it interesting how he claimed saintliness over a group that was largely viewed as a derelict group in society. Even people that just road motorcycles for fun and didn't partake in gangs were outcasts. Is he saying that Motorcyclists are saintly because of their defiance to societal predestinations.?

    1. Where truth revealed, stands clear, apart;

      is this Irony? When two people sense the truth in each other and trust each other, they are together not apart.

    1. Curving arms, encircling a world of love, You! Stirring the depths of passionate desire!

      when we are able to be passionate about our endeavors it is much harder to be angry at the world. We see it bright and hot. A place of love and vibrance.

    2. I sit and sew—a useless task it seems, My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams—

      she wishes that she could use her energy in a creative manner instead of weaving fabric that will one day deteriorate and leave the hearts of people.

    1. I saw a darky dressed fit to kill In yellow gloves and swallow tail coat And swirling a cane. And everyone Was laughing at him. Me too, At first, till I saw his face

      laughing death in the face

  2. Nov 2019
    1. I want to breathe the Lotus flow’r,

      Lotus Flowers, Given to Odysseus' men when they landed on the land of the lotus eaters. Made them feel apathetic and want nothing more than more of the flower. It seems that maybe she wants to feel what it's like to not have to worry about anything. To breath the delusions that the rest of America feels, but she cant. Not until she spreads the word of the oppression she has witnessed and does all she can to stop it.

    1. One thing they cannot prohibit — The strong men . . . coming on The strong men gittin’ stronger. Strong men. . . . Stronger. . . .

      Rising action. This strength will make them powerful. Not just angry and determined, but humbled from having gone through so much hardship and alienation.

    2. They broke you in like oxen, They scourged you, They branded you, They made your women breeders, They swelled your numbers with bastards. . . . They taught you the religion they disgraced.

      This style reminds me of something Bukowski would write. Tough rigidness of reality.

  3. Oct 2019
    1. The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed. And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; Departed, have left no addresses. By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . . Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_a46WJ1viA

      This excerpt from the poem reminds me of a Bridge Over Troubled Water by Paul Simon. In that song he describes himself as a bridge over the tears and sorrow of a lover or a friend, allowing them to reach the other side without falling into the rough waters. It seems that this man, in this poem is without company and is weeping over his lost lover, "By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept". Leman means a lover/sweetheart. The river bears no friends, harlots, or even garbage to accompany him. All he has is his song, he prays the Thames will remain undefiled long enough for him to finish his suffering in peace.

  4. Sep 2019
    1. His stalk the dark delphinium

      if she is referring to the flower, this is ironic because a delphinium has a rather bright bloom. yet their color is darkish blue/purple.

    2. That heaven itself in arms could not persuade

      The infancy that made this man ignorant. Will heaven forgive his actions, like the sea forgives the shore?

    3. I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

      This makes me think of Henry Adams, more specifically in regard to his thoughts on force. Love is a force that we cannot explain yet it fuels us, empowers us and gives us hope. Like food and peace do on a more physical plain of existence. Yet we are all just waiting to die and love keeps us busy in the mean time, like food sustains us and hope of peace keeps us from lashing out in violence.

    1. the mere sequence of time was artificial, and the sequence of thought was chaos, he turned at last to the sequence of force; and thus it happened that, after ten years’ pursuit, he found himself lying in the Gallery of Machines at the Great Exposition of 1900

      Sequence of existence cannot be explained by science. All we can see is the physical or what is presented to us. What lies under the surface is completely and utterly ambiguous, with no hopes to logically equate it. Society tells us lies to create a subterfuge of understanding to fulfill the human beings need to understand, to place some sort of answer on existence. Science in a way defies society and cuts through the lies like butter.