Did TRP take on this printed dare? In effect....

[alice wellintown]

How can we know the angel from the shark or duck?
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And lose & fast to a dying whale
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the acrobatics of the willow's branches bending
willow's roots, the leaf, the blossom, the bole.



THE BLUE ANGEL
Allen Ginsberg, Dream, Patterson, Mid-1950

Marlene Dietrich is singing a lament
For mechanical love.
She leans against a mortarboard tree
On a plateau by the seashore.

She's a life sized toy,
The doll of eternity:
Her hair is shaped like an abstract hat
Made out of white steel.

Her face is powdered, whitewashed and
Immobile like a robot.
Jutting out of her temple, by an eye,
Is a little white key.

She gazes through dull blue pupils
Set in the whites of her eyes.
She closes them and the key
Turns by itself.

She opens her eyes, and they're blank
Like a statues in a museum.
Her machine begins to move, the key turns
Again, her eyes change, she sings

--you'd think I would have thought a plan
to end the inner grind,
but  not till I have found a man
to occupy my mind.