ignu

Ignu:On top of that if you know me I pronounce you an ignu Ignu knows nothing of the world a great ignoramous in factories though he may own or inspire them or even be production manager Ignu has knowledge of the angel indeed ignu is angel in comical form W.C. Fields Harpo Marx ignus Whitman an ignu Rimbaud a natural ignu in boy pants The ignu may be queer though like not kind ignu blows archangels for the strange thrill agnotic women love him Christ overflowed with trembling semen for many a dead aunt He's a great cocksman most beautiful girls are worshipped by ignu Hollywood dolls or lone Marys of Idaho long-legged publicity women and secret housewives have known ignu in another lifetime and remember their love Husband also are secretly tender to ignu their buddy Oldtime friendship can do anything cuckold bugger drunk trembling and happy Ignu lives only once and eternally and knows it He sleeps in everybody's bed everyone's lonesome for ignu ignu knew solitude early So ignu's primitive of cock and mind Equally the ignu has written liverish tomes personal metaphycis abstract images that scratch the moon "lightningflash-flintspark" naked lunch fried shoes adios king The shadow of the angel is waving in the opposite direction Dawn of intelligence turns the telephones into strange animals He attacks the rose garden with his mystical shears snip snip snip Ignu has painted Park Avenue with his own long melancholy And ignu giggles in a hard chair over tea in Paris bald in his decaying room a black beard Ignu with his wild mop walks by Colosseum weeping He plucks a clover from Keats' grave & Shelley's a blade of grass Knew Coleridge they had slow hung-up talks at midnight over mahogany tables in London Sidestreet rooms in wintertime rain outside fog the cabman blows his hand Ignu oofs night under bridges and laughs at battelships Ignu is a battleship without guns in the North Sea lost O the flowerness of the moment He knows geography he was there before he'll get out and die already reborn a bearded humming Jew of Arabian mornful jokes Man with a star on his forehead and halo over his cranium listening to music musing happy at the fall of a leaf the moonlight of immortality in his hair table-hopping most elegant comrade of all most delicate mannered in the Sufi court HE WASN'T EVEN THERE AT ALL Wearing zodiacal blue sleeves and the long peaked conehar of a magician harkening to the silence of a weell at midnight under a red star In the lobby of Rockefeller Center attentive courteous bare-eyed enthusiastic with or without pants He listens to jazz as if he were a negro afflicted with jewish melancholy and white divinity Ignu's a natural you can see it when he pays the cabfare abstracted pulling off the money from an impossible saintly roll Or counting his disappearing pennis to give to the strange busdriver whom he admires Ignu has sought you out he's the seeker of God and God breaks down the world for him every ten years He sees lightning flash in empty daylight when the sky is blue He hears Blake's disembodied Voice recite the Subflower in a room in Harlem No woe on him surrounded by 700 thousand mad scholars moths fly out of his sleeve He wants to die give up go mad breakthrough into Eternity Live on and teach an aged saint or break down to an eyebrow clown All ignus know each other in a moment's talk and measure each other up at once As lifetime friends romantic winks and giggles across continents Sad moment paying the cab goodbye and speeding away uptown One or two grim ignus in the pack One laughing monk in dungarees One delighted by cracking his eggs in an egg cup One chews gum to music all night long rock and roll One anthropologist cuckoo in the Peten rainforest One sits in jail all years and bets karmaiz racetrack One chases girls down East Broadway into the horror movie One pulls out withered grapes and rotten onions from his pants One has a nannygoat under his bed to amuse visitors plasters the wall with his crap Collects scorpions whiskies skies etc. would steal the moon if he could find it That would set fire to America but none of these make ignu It's the sould that makes the style the tender firecracker of his thought The amity of letters from old cities to strange friends The amity of letters from strange cities to old friends And the new radiance of morning on a foreign bed A comedy of personal being his grubby divinity Eliot probably an ignu one of the few who's funny when he eats Williams of Paterson a dying American ignu Burroughs a purest ignu his haircut is a cream his left finger pinkie chopped off for early ignu reasons metaphysical spells love spells with psychoanalysts His very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars Celine himself an old ignu over prose I saw him in Paris dirty old gentleman of ratty talk with longhaired cough three wormy sweaters round his neck brown mould under historic fingernails Pure genius his giving morphine all night to 1400 passengers on a sinking ship "because they were all getting emotional" Great ENOK an IGNU clarified by Regal afternoons through swarthy Indiana fields with russet eyes clutching bean babies and sugarcube LSD The Enokcalypse coming graduation day and then New York fair thee well as half of a whole was split and gone only for return once a Christmas year Who's amazing you is ignu communicate with me by mail post telegraph phone street accusation or scratching at my window and send me a true sign I'll reply special delivery DEATH IS A LETTER THAT WAS NEVER SENT Knowledge born of stamps words coins pricks jails seasons sweet ambition laughing gas History with a gold halo photographs of the sea painting a celestial din in the bright window One eye in a black cloud And the lond vulture on a sand plain seen from the window of a Turkish bus It must be a trick. Two diamonds in the hand. One Poetry. One Charity Power we have dreamed and the long sword of intelligence over which I constantly stumble like my pants at the age six -- embarrassed.Ginsberg New York, November 1958