With a love a madness for Shelley
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying:--I did those then
but that was then
that was then--
O I would quiet old men
say to them:--I am your friend
what you once were, thru me
you'll be again--
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems.
The main point of the poem is fair enough- not liking old poets of the Establishment. It is quite a refreshing outlook.
A good steal is a good move! Tom Billsborough
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Enjoyed reading and to read further of the Outlaw Poets. Wonderful. Thank You
Wow, what a nice poem.. love to quote these lines.. Then at night in the confidence of their homes rip out their apology-tongues and steal their poems. Thanks poet.
One of the greatest outlaw poets of all time. Or at least since the Provençal troubadours. Authentic energy, verve, commitment, candor and a surgical precision for the excision of life from wherever it may dwell is the terrain of the poet. Of anyone who would be worthy of the moniker eternally. God speed, Gregory. You are missed.
Wonderful imaginary and imagery. Beautifully crafted.
I love the line rip out their apology-tongues, and steal their poems. I feel exactly the same way.