Moloch

ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
edited February 2011 in A Moving Train
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHOhD0RT9NU



What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

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

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgement! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovas! Moloch whose factories dream and choke in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisable suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstacies! gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

Allen Ginsberg [1955]
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    aah ginsberg... One of the worlds greatest ever promoters of his, and other peoples stuff. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • whygohomewhygohome Posts: 2,305
    Ginsberg is dead, Burroughs too. Kerouac is gone, as well as Cassady. Moloch still lives. A tragedy.
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    America

    America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
    America two dollars and twentyseven 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
    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 your 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. Business-
    men 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 an hour
    and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
    I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of
    underprivileged 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 Com-
    munist 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 sin-
    cere you have no idea what a good thing the
    party was in 1835 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't 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 Readers'
    Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia.
    Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta-
    tions.
    That no good. Ugh. Him make 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.

    - Berkeley, January 17, 1956
  • whygohomewhygohome Posts: 2,305
    William S. Burroughs
    "The Thanksgiving Prayer"
    (1986)

    Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
    Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
    Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
    Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
    Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
    Thanks for the American dream,
    To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
    Thanks for the KKK.
    For nigger-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches.
    For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
    Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.
    Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
    Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
    Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business.
    Thanks for a nation of finks.
    Yes, thanks for all the memories-- all right let's see your arms!
    You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
    Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    Anyone seen the new movie 'Howl' yet? I saw it a few days ago. I recommend it. Very good flick.


    Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytEORri27xE


    http://howlthemovie.com/film/

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