Me at 90. Which is just 20 or so years away.
Ain't that some shit.
Well by then I could be a bag of dried pet food.
That or some holy guy somewhere. I always had the calling.
If things work out I'd be happy running some sort of mish mash hippie Buddha commie store front in urban hell somewhere.
Yeah I'd have a few cats, but the robot sort.
They don't shed or shit all over the place.
That, and you can put them in a box, and shove them into a closet when you get fed up with them.
This so one can get on with all the holy guy jazz.
It's a plan.
A monk’s life can be very austere. You get up real early to pray and whatnot. Usually you’re expected to be celibate (horror!). On the other hand, you don’t have to worry about keeping a roof over your head or where your next meal is coming from. The fellow in that photo doesn’t look like he has it too rough. And you might be able to spend time making tankas or sand paintings, or distilling brandy for the monastery to sell. All in all, I can see the appeal. Peace of mind.
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Well,...somebody has to do it.
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ReplyDeleteBy Allen Ginsberg
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an angel!
The bum’s as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters peace peyote pipes & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middleclass! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria & Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
Berkeley 1955
I wish Berkeley were like that now.
ReplyDeleteZ
Brilliant Z! I love your proper use of the contrary to fact tense in your use of "were" in your sentence. Simply stunning!
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