Gregory Corso

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

Last Night I Drove A Car - Poem by Gregory Corso

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Last Night I Drove A Car by Gregory Corso

  • Stephen Loomes (11/13/2015 9:43:00 PM)


    This guy makes Robert Frost look like a good poet; that's how bad it is. (Report) Reply

    (11/28/2017 7:29:00 PM)

    Your refutation of my opinion on Frost is very polite; it is good to disagree.
    As for the prizes you mention that, in my opinion, reflects on the judges who gave him all those awards. At least with that amount of decoration it will cover his metaphorical Emperor's new clothes he parades as denuded talent; he really is a second rate versifier, again, in my opinion.

    (11/28/2017 1:18:00 PM)

    Robert Frost is not a good poet? Really? In your opinion? Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. He became one of America's rare public literary figures, almost an artistic institution.[3] He was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in 1960 for his poetic works. On July 22,1961, Frost was named poet laureate of Vermont. - others obviously disagree with you - me included

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  • Susan Williams (11/13/2015 8:54:00 PM)


    After all the incidents of people driving their cars into crowds, I cannot read this poem with enjoyment on any level (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (11/13/2015 4:31:00 PM)


    The excitement of doing new things give you the rush and power, and I know how that feels. (Report) Reply

  • (11/13/2015 2:49:00 PM)


    I could be sympathising with his excitement for renewed sense of freedom, but I choose to feel a deep sympathy for those he loved and knocked them down.. (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2007 6:01:00 PM)


    One would think a poem submitted on behalf of a Beat Generation Poet who died in 2001 would at least be completed beyond the first line. Kudos & thank you Gold Locks for providing what should have been included in the first place. Brickbats and sneers to whomever did the shoddy work in the first place... (Report) Reply

  • (3/23/2007 4:56:00 PM)


    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.
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 10, 2015


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