Remember The Fugs?

This isn’t my favorite Ginsberg short poem but it is one of my favorite poem titles of all time.

Consulting I Ching Smoking Pot Listening to the Fugs Sing Blake

That which pushes upward
          does not come back
He led me in his garden
            tinkle of 20 year phonograph
        Death is icumen in
          and mocks my loss of liberty
One much see the Great Man
        Fear not it brings blessing
               No Harm
            from the invisible world
Perseverance
        Realms beyond
                  Stoned
in the deserted city
            which lies below consciousness
                            June 1966

 

More Summer Reading From Tin House

TH72-cover-467x600In case you need a steady supply of excellent reading material, look no further than Tin House Magazine. The Summer Reading issue is just out and here’s what the editor has to say about it:

In this issue, Tracy K. Smith captures a kind of awakening, via her young daughter, in her stunning poem “Dusk.” In Carmen Machado’s story “Blur,” the protagonist sees the future clearly despite losing her glasses. In a previously untranslated story, “Pride,” by Albert Camus, God wonders “In a world where seeking is impossible and everything is known, why then have the mind?” And Alexander Chee delivers gin-inspired revelations discovered on his global search for the perfect Martini.

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