Sunday Evening Poetry.
I should have realised the tricky side-effects of too much booze a long time ago. I never will, which is why, today, I like this poem. Written by the godfather of beat poetry, Allen Ginsberg, the definition of bohemian.
Let's toast anyway, to never, ever learning and not giving a damn about anything much besides beauty, fulfillment and wonderful, wonderful company.
Maturity by Allen Ginsberg
Young I drank beer & vomited green bile
Older drank wine vomited blood red
Now I vomit air
(Hit the photos for the links, it's Monday tomorrow, and we all have to sensible again. Not too much, I hope ♥)
That second photo is awesome. I'm such a sucker for beat poetry. It brings out my theatrical side :)
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merigoesround.blogspot.com
haha! soooo true! now when I drink it just reminds me I'm too old to be doing these things the next day... but I still do it anyway!
ReplyDeleteLove love love that second photo:) Have a great Sunday and see you soon
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Oh, I adore beat poetry :-) Well, I like to drink anyway, but I try to stop before I need to throw up *lol*
ReplyDeleteI still haven't learned my lesson...
ReplyDeleteThanks for the Sunday perspective...and your kind words about my poem. Both are greatly appreciated. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi! I just wanted to say hello and thank you for passing and commenting by my blog :)
ReplyDeleteHave a great week!
awsome pictures xoxo
ReplyDeleteLove beat poetry, these photos are great!
ReplyDeletei'll toast to you, haha! cool photos!
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heyrocketgirl
Oh wow! I JUST watched the movie HOWL... did you see it? I think you would like it! ALLLLL about Allen Ginsberg :)
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