April 15, 2003
Allen Ginsberg: Wichita Vortex Sutra (last part)

      Cars passing their messages along country crossroads
            to populaces cement-networked on flatness,
                                          giant white mist on earth
            and a Wichita Eagle-Beacon headlines
            "Kennedy Urges Cong Get Chair in Negotiations"
The War is gone,
      Language emerging on the motel news stand,
                                          the right magic
            Formula, the language known
      in the back of the mind before, now in black print
                                                daily consciousness
Eagle News Services Saigon-
      Headline Surrounded Vietcong Charge Into Fire Fight
            the suffering not yet ended
                                          for others
            The last spasms of the dragon of pain
                        shoot thru the muscles
                  a crackling around the eyeballs
                  of a sensitive yellow boy by a muddy wall
Continued from page one             area
      after the Marines killed 256 Vietcong captured 31
      ten day operation Harvest Moon last December
                                                Language language
      U.S. Military Spokesmen
                              Language language
                                                Cong death toll
            has soared to 100 in First Air Cavalry
            Division's Sector of
                              Language language
                  Operation White Wing near Bong Son

Some of the
      Language language
                  Communist
                        Language language soldiers
charged so desperately
      they were struck with six or seven bullets before they fell
                  Language Language M 60 Machine Guns
                              Language language in La Drang Valley
                  the terrain is      rougher infested with leeches and scorpions
                              The war was over several hours ago!
Oh at last again the radio opens
      blue Invitations!
            Angelic Dylan singing across the nation
                  "When all your children start to resent you
                  Won't you come see me, O~een Jane?"
      His youthful voice making glad
                              the brown endless meadows
      His tenderness penetrating aether,
            soft prayer on the airwaves,
                        Language language, and sweet music too
                        even unto thee,
                              hairy flatness!
                        even unto thee
                                          despairing Burns!

Future speeding on swift wheels
                  straight to the heart of Wichita!
Now radio voices cry population hunger world
                                    of unhappy people
                  waiting for Man to be born
                                    O man in America!
      you certainly smell good
                                    the radio says
      passing mysterious families of winking towers
      grouped round a quonset-hut on a hillock-
            feed storage or military fear factory here?
Sensitive City, Ooh! Hamburger & Skelley's Gas
                              lights feed man and machine,
      Kansas Electric Substation aluminum robot
            signals thru thin antennae towers
            above the empty football field
                                                      at Sunday dusk
to a solitary derrick that pumps oil from the unconscious
                              working night & day
& factory gas-flares edge a huge golf course
      where tired businessmen can come and play-
Cloverleaf, Merging      Traffic East Wichita turnoff
                              McConnell Airforce Base
                                                nourishing the city-
      Lights rising in the suburbs
      Supermarket Texaco brilliance starred
                        over streetlamp vertebrae on Kellogg,
                  green jeweled traffic lights
                        confronting the windshield,
Centertown ganglion entered!
                  Crowds of autos moving with their lightshine,
                  signbulbs winking in the driver's eyeball-
            The human nest collected, neon lit,
                                          and sunburst signed
                  for business as usual, except on the Lord's Day-
            Redeemer Lutheran's three crosses lit on the lawn
                                          reminder of our sins
            and Titsworth offers insurance on Hydraulic
            by De Voors Guard's Mortuary for outmoded bodies
                                          of the human vehicle
                  which no Titsworth of insurance will customize for resale-
So home, traveler, past the newspaper language factory
      under Union Station railroad bridge on Douglas
      to the center of the Vortex, calmly returned
                  to Hotel Eaton-
Carry Nation began the war on Vietnam here
                              with an angry smashing ax
                                    attacking Wine-
      Here fifty years ago, by her violence
began a vortex of hatred that defoliated the Mekong Delta-
      Proud Wichita! vain Wichita
                  cast the first stone!-
                                          That murdered my mother
                  who died of the communist anticommunist psychosis
                        in the madhouse one decade long ago
      complaining about      wires of masscommunication in her head
                        and phantom political voices in the air
                                    besmirching her girlish character.
      Many another has suffered death and madness
            in the Vortex from Hydraulic
                  to the end of 17th-enough!
The war is over now-
      Except for the souls
                        held prisoner in Niggertown
still pining for love of your tender white bodies O children of Wichita!

February 14, 1966

Posted by Brian Stefans at April 15, 2003 06:04 PM | TrackBack
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