Allen Ginsberg

(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)

First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels

Poem by Allen Ginsberg

Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
behind the gate, stars dim above
the ravine, a fire burning by the side
porch and a few tired souls hunched over
in black leather jackets. In the huge
wooden house, a yellow chandelier
at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers
hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles
Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths
dancing to the vibration thru the floor,
a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet
tights, one muscular smooth skinned man
sweating dancing for hours, beer cans
bent littering the yard, a hanged man
sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.
And 4 police cars parked outside the painted
gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.

December 1965


Comments about First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels by Allen Ginsberg

  • Richard Wlodarski (3/25/2018 12:32:00 PM)

    In total agreement with Gregory Collins. I'm starting to appreciate Ginsberg more than ever.(Report)Reply

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  • Gregory Collins (4/3/2009 5:50:00 AM)

    i honestly believe, under those conditions, with his mindset, he probally could have written anything, and it would have been beautiful(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003