Ginsberg's Poem Rocket

[Jay Herzog]

	I'm posting the last section of this 1957 poem both because I
	thought it was a fitting tribute and of interest to P-listers 
		out there.....
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       	   	 	 POEM
			Rocket

	This is my rocket my personal rocket I send up my message Beyond
	Someone to hear me there
	My immortality
	without steel or cobalt basalt or diamond gold or mercurial fire
	without passports filing cabinets bits of paper warheads
	without myself finally
	pure thought
	message all and everywhere the same
	I send up my rocket to land on whatever planet awaits it
	preferably religious sweet planets no money
	fourth dimensional planets where Death shows movies
	plants speak (courteously) of ancient physics and poetry itself is
		manufactured by the trees
	the final Planet where the Great Brain of the Universe sits
	waiting for a poem to land in his golden pocket
	joining the other notes mash-notes love-sighs complaints-musical
	shrieks of despair and the million unutterable thoughts of frogs
	I send you my rocket of amazing chemical
	more than my hair my sperm or the cells of my body
	the speeding thought that flies upward with my desire as
	instantaneous as
		the universe and faster than light
	and leave all other questions unfinished for the moment to 
		turn back to sleep in my dark bed on earth.

			Allen Ginsberg Amsterdam, Oct.4 1957
				Typos by JWH