Treasure Island

Gregory Corso

(26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001 / New York City, New York)

Destiny


They deliver the edicts of God

without delay
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  • Gregory Collins (8/12/2008 6:11:00 PM)

    i almost cannot believe he got himself buried next to Keats, what a joke he makes of the effort next to him, corso is the fist of Ali swinging away, while keats, well, you have just got to relax and prepare for perfection, but hey, another rich american making a joke of the rest of the world......... which one of us gets burired next to rimbaud, perhaps who gets internationally buried next to whitman, might as well just let the gods of american money dispose of as they wish, might as well inpsire violence in sacred accomplishment, i just wish god was shaken from the place it plants its feet, maybe the greatest punch on the nose of the sun setting, , , , , sighsa (Report) Reply

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