Red Shift by Ted Berrigan | Naropa Institute / Jul-25-1982 скачать в хорошем качестве

Red Shift by Ted Berrigan | Naropa Institute / Jul-25-1982

(C) 1995 Ted Berrigan, used permission of Peter Gizzi, ed., Exact Change Yearbook. Thank you to PennSound for the audio and the Electronic Poetry Center for the original form of this poem, as it distorted in the video. http://writing.upenn.edu/epc/authors/... Here I am at 8:08 p.m. indefinable ample rhythmic frame The air is biting, February, fierce arabesques on the way to tree in winter streetscape I drink some American poison liquid air which bubbles and smoke to have character and to lean In. The streets look for Allen, Frank, or me, Allen is a movie, Frank disappearing in the air, it's Heavy with that lightness, heavy on me, I heave through it, them, as The Calvados is being sipped on Long island now twenty years almost ago, and the man smoking Is looking at the smilingly attentive woman, & telling. Who would have thought that I'd be here, nothing wrapped up, nothing buried, everything Love, children, hundreds of them, money, marriage- ethics, a politics of grace, Up in the air, swirling, burning even or still, now more than ever before? Not that practically a boy, serious in corduroy car coat eyes penetrating the winter twilight at 6th & Bowery in 1961. Not that pretty girl, nineteen, who was going to have to go, careening into middle-age so, To burn, & to burn more fiercely than even she could imagine so to go. Not that painter who from very first meeting I would never & never will leave alone until we both vanish into the thin air we signed up for & so demanded To breathe & who will never leave me, not for sex, nor politics nor even for stupid permanent estrangement which is Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not him. There's a song, "California Dreaming", but no, I won't do that I am 43. When will I die? I will never die, I will live To be 110, & I will never go away, & you will never escape from me who am always & only a ghost, despite this frame, Spirit Who lives only to nag. I'm only pronouns, & I am all of them, & I didn't ask for this You did I came into your life to change it & it did so & now nothing will ever change That, and that's that. Alone & crowded, unhappy fate, nevertheless I slip softly into the air The world's furious song flows through my costume.