A COMMUNION OF
BUM MAGICIANS
That's not me, that's Allen Ginsberg writing :
a crisp soliloquy of words once more, in
pursuit of the damned technocracy, in 1955.
Military-Industrial complex, and Herman
Kahn together, rolled in a ball of fat.
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It was all rough edges, along the groin of
11th Street. The fastidious love-doors of 14th,
always in service, stayed quite busy as well.
I tried to listen. I tried to listen. But there was
really nothing there to hear.
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The multi-lingual desperados had already laid
their claims to all of the street - from NYU up
to Columbia too.
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