Gregory Corso

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

Gregory Corso Poems

1. 1959 4/15/2010
2. America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity 4/15/2010
3. Birthplace Revisited 4/15/2010
4. Bomb 1/13/2003
5. Destiny 1/13/2003
6. Dream of a Baseball Star 10/5/2015
7. Dream of a Baseball Star 10/5/2015
8. Elegiac Feelings American 4/15/2010
9. Gregory Corso 4/19/2012
10. Humanity 4/15/2010
11. I Am 25 1/13/2003
12. I Held A Shelley Manuscript 1/13/2003
13. Last Night I Drove A Car 1/13/2003
14. Marriage 4/15/2010
15. The American Way 4/15/2010
16. The Mad Yak 1/13/2003
17. The Whole Mess... Almost 4/15/2010
18. To A Downfallen Rose 6/17/2003
19. Transformation & Escape 4/15/2010
20. Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday 4/15/2010
21. Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem 4/15/2010

Comments about Gregory Corso

  • Brian Zukes (10/7/2018 12:22:00 PM)

    The poem Bomb has force through the choice of strong metaphor and poetic competence, but the final effect is one of desuetude and impotence. Corso could have put his talent to better use by adding his support and talent (making it more literal and comprehensible) , to a group or party opposed to the Bomb, a party that is for the people, the common people, whom Corso, in his poem, too eagerly writes off as doomed.

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  • Brian Docherty (9/21/2009 12:04:00 PM)

    pedantic note on the Gregory Corso biography- para 2 gives his father's name as Sam Corso; para 3 gives his father's name as Gary'fortunato' Corso; which is it?

Best Poem of Gregory Corso

Last Night I Drove A Car

Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.

I stopped at Hedgeville
and slept in the back seat
...excited about my new life.

Read the full of Last Night I Drove A Car

The Mad Yak

I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.
And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load him.
How sad he is, how tired!

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