”A woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper.”
I was re-reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ last night and I decided to follow Mr.s Bennett’s actions and words closely and oh boy, was I stupid in making that decision! She NEVER stops idiot-ing. ;p And I know I can never even hope to include all her delightful stupidities in one post, I will list some of the *very* early ones. So, happy reminiscing, Janeites. 🙂 Continue reading “Some of Mrs. Bennet’s BEST moments”
I would never have hoped to survive my teenage years were it not for Ginsberg, Sure, Wordsworth provided comfort and yes, Keats gave me solace but it wasn’t until I read the collection, Wait Till I’m Dead, that I really came to realize what I was looking for. Words that explored the dirty, the dark and the lovely – all at once. A spectacular mixture of love, hate, passion and drugs – his poetry left me high af.
So here are some of my favorites. Fierce. Romantic.Political. Sexual. Scandalous.
(I won’t attempt to analyze them, though. That’ll take a whole lot of space and would feel like I am fangirling! ;p)
Abandon dusty tales of history,
Of good King Arthur’s Knights and Kubla Khan,
We wake, and enter now the world to find
A living tumult in the struggle of man.
For these are giant times, and history
Is fashioned as the minutes burn away.
Buildings of old beliefs are being bombed
And rotted walls are crumbling down today.
Ready are we to meet the challenge hurled:
”To battle, conquer, and rebuild the world.”
(Published in: Senior Mirror (June 1943) )
A weary lover
Once he was,
Who wept as only
A lover does.
Or laughed as only
A lover must.
Now his mouth
Is ringed with dust.
The credit’s his —
He was quite brave,
To shut his loving
In his grave.
(Published in: Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice (2006) )
Such thoughts as once were my despair,
— The frantic sea, the silent air,
The changing moon, the frigid shore —
I find delight me more and more.
I had not dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
(Published in: Columbia Review, vol. 27 (February 1947) )
A Lion met America
On the crossroads in the desert
Two figures
Stared at each other.
America screamed
The Lion roared
They leaped desperately
Knives forks submarines.
The Lion bit the head off America
And loped off to the golden hills
That’s all there is to say
About America except
That now she’s
Lionshit all over the desert.
(Published in: Beetitude [Beatitude], no. 7 (July 4, 1959)
(Published in: Take Care of my Ghost, Ghost (June 1977) )
(NOTE : All the information about publication yearS and magazines were reproduced from Penguin’s Wait Till I’m Dead )
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