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

Rating: 3.1

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,
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Richard Wlodarski 25 March 2018

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

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Gregory Collins 03 April 2009

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

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