“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, / . . .” AG
The words come easy during the slow periods with little to do and lesser distraction
I dont care for his attitude.
I watch for lumbering shapes
of genius on every street corner
begging for forgiveness or compassion
I hope the shadow will forgive my abrasive
attitude and quick dodging glance
encounters. As I half waved-smiled and hurried toward some new
distraction which only flittered through my mind for a second gone
now his intensity breathes life into the ghosts he was untouchable above us
I dreamed. The thoughtful intensity sent him shattered all directions mirror sharp edges cut my mind’s hand cold tears linger at the fringes
he appears on the corners every dark skinned man brings the guilt I did
nothing
no nothing is forgivable, but I am not
I mocked and ridiculed grateful he accepted my weak excuses
I desire his intensity
his passion even when it was misguided
Wilbur
Look at you! You wrote a poem! I hope you’re doing well.
i think you should get in touch with him… bring up the topic of writing a book again… if for no other reason then to find out how he is… find out the specifics of all that has happened… i want to contact him but i can’t figure out a good reason to do it… “hey i heard you flipped out…. soooooo wanna get together now that everyone thinks your insane? I’d like to find out more about you and what happened…” just doesn’t sound like the nicest introduction… If i e-mailed him it would end up just being because of what happened and even if i was ‘worried’ about him in the end i’d have difficulty convincing him i was concerned for him and not concerned with him… But i’m still thinking i should try……………….. still thinking………. one day i might email him… and see how he is… maybe he finally read plato…. i doubt it though…