11-02-2013, 10:03 PM
Spring 1968 our small circle of friends invited Allen Ginsberg to an ad hoc stage on the Mall during our Ralph's Mother ode to a Zappa zeitgeist
Our Dean of Men replete with cane, pipe and beard
Met Ginsberg, remarked
I had the feeling of being with a Presence
(Ooo. . .you mean, a fish who realized he's wet)
Now the "artists" are like the "journalists"
In fear of being beaten
They cling to the prejudices of the powerful
The shrieking fairies Howl
Oswald did it
Doesn't my dog collar look
fabulous
Our Dean of Men replete with cane, pipe and beard
Met Ginsberg, remarked
I had the feeling of being with a Presence
(Ooo. . .you mean, a fish who realized he's wet)
Now the "artists" are like the "journalists"
In fear of being beaten
They cling to the prejudices of the powerful
The shrieking fairies Howl
Oswald did it
Doesn't my dog collar look
fabulous