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Originally Posted by DavidMn
Thanks Jim. Nantucket is sooo good. It just touches me.  |
I know this other poem about Nantucket that you might really like, but I probably shouldn't post it here...
Eliza, I really liked the Robertson poem you posted, especially the use of color, and especially the inversion at the beginning and end - making the sea grey and the rocks green. That's a really nice touch.
I wanted to post some Kerouac, but his poetry is diffcult to find online. Here's the 211th chorus of
Mexico City Blues:
The wheel of the quivering meat conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bubolic pigtics,
Horrible, unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills–
All the endless conception of living beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From super-microscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind–
Poor!
I wish I was free
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead