Why, did I Get All Worked Up
& Mark Up the WWW with

this Unofficial Site:

Faith, Understanding & Love
a. k.a. Hope & Compassion
a.k.a. Dedication.

In memoriam:
Christine Glavin, 1943-1998
Allen Ginsberg, 1924-1997

"Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement...
Toward education marriage nervous breakdowns, operations, teaching school, and learning to be mad, in a dream --what is this life?" --Kaddish

A picture of A.G. & P.O. wearing only shorts, seated in a low rent S.F. kitchen.

The Night Apple
Last night I dreamed
of one I loved
for seven long years,
but saw no face,
only the familiar
presence of the body:
sweat skin eyes
feces urine sperm
saliva all one
odor and mortal taste.

- Allen Ginsberg, Paterson, Spring, 1950



   I see the best minds of my generation destroyed by marketing, striving hysterically rapacious after status and credit, dragging themselves through the urban clubs til dawn looking for an essentially mastabatory fix no longer angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo of night...
- My own ranting doggrelization of Allen Ginsberg's HOWL

This site is worked up as my bit in waking the dead man, and to let you know that "It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,".

FYI: the "My" contains a pic of me and my sister Meagan to help in giving these rants a human face and because Jared, you are too DIM to append .jpg , so here's you're link.

Until there's more at the site worth reading try this rant on the desirability of The End of the Gay Rights Movement Thanks Bob!

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Last Updated: 4 December, 1997
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I sit and look out upon the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame,
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done,
I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate
I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer of young women,
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid, I see matyrs and prisoners,
I obserrve a famine at sea, I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill'd to preserve the lives of the rest,
I observe the slights and degradations cast by ignorant persons upon laborer, the poor, and upon negroes and the like;
All these--all the meaness and agony without end I sitting look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.


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