Poet is Priest Money has reckoned the soul of America Congress broken thru the precipice of Eternity the president built a War machine which will vomit and rear Russia out of Kansas The American Century betrayed by a mad Senate which no longer sleeps with its wife. Franco has murdered Locra the fairy son of Whitman just as Maykovsky committed suicide to avoid Russia Hart Crane distinguished Platonist committed suicide to cave in the wrong America just as Million tons of human wheat were burned in secret caverns under the White House While India starved and screamed and ate mad dogs full of rain and mountains of eggs were reduced to white powder in the halls of Congress no Godfearing man will walk there again because of the stink of the rotten eggs of America and the Indians of Chiapas continue to gnaw their vitaminless tortillas aborigines of Australia perhaps gibber in the eggless wilderness and I rarely have an egg for breakfast tho my work requires infinite eggs to come to birth in Eternity eggs should be eaten or given to their mothers and the grief of the countless chickens of America is expressed in the screaming of her comedians over the radio Detroit has built a million automobiles of rubber trees and phantoms but I walk, I walk, and the Orient walks with me, and all Africa walks And sooner or later North America will walk Einstein alive was mocked for his heavenly politics Bertrand Russell driven from New York for getting laid immortal Chaplin driven form our shores with a rose in his teeth a secret conspiracy by Catholic Church in the lavatories of Congress has denied contraceptives to the unceasing masses of India. Nobody publishes a word that is not the cowardly robot ravings of a depraved mentality The day of the publication of true literature of the American body will be day of Revolution the revolution of the sexy lamb the only bloodless revolution that gives away corn poor Genet will illuminate the harvesters of Ohio Marijuana is a benevolent narcotic but J. Edgar Hoover prefers his deathly Scotch And the heroin of Lao-Tze & the Sixth Patriarch is punished by the electric chair but the poor sick junkies have nowhere to lay their heads fiends in our government have invented a cold-turkey cure for addiction as obsolete as the Defence Early Warning Radar System. I am the defence early warning radar system I see nothing but bombs I am not interested in preventing Asia from being Asia and the governments of Russia and Asia will rise and fall but Asia and Russia will not fall The government of America also will fall but how can America fall I doubt if anyone will ever fall anymore except governments fortunately all the governments will fall the only ones which won't fall are the good ones and the good ones don't yet exist But they have no being existing they exist in my poems they exist in the death of the Russian and American governments they exist in the death of Hart Crane & Mayakovsky now is the time of prophecy without death as a consequence the universe will ultimately disappear Hollywood will not rot on the windmills of Eternity Hollywood whose movies stick in the throat of God Yes Hollywood will get what it deserves Time Seepage of nerve-gas over the radio History will make this poem prophetic and its awful silliness a hideous spiritual music I have the moan of doves and the feather of ecstasy Man cannot long endure the hunger of the cannibal abstract War is abstract the world will be destroyed Monument to Socco & Vanzetti not yet financed to ennoble Boston Vachel Lindsay Secretary of Interior Poe Secretary of Imagination Pound Secty. Economics and Kra belongs to Kra, and Pukti to Pukti crossfertilization of Blok and Artaud Van Gogh's ear on the currency no more propaganda for monsters and poets should stay out of politics or become monsters I have become monstrous with politics the Russian poet undoubtedly monstrous in his secret notebook Tibet should be left alone these are obvious prophecies America will be destroyed Russian poets will struggle with Russia Whitman warned against this "Fabled Damned of nations" Where was Theodore Rosevelt when he sent out ultimatums from his castle in Camden Where was the House of Representatives when Crane read aloud from his Prophetic Books What was Wall Street scheming when Lindsay announced the doom of money Where they listening to my ravings in the locker rooms of Bricksford Employment Offices? Did they bend their ears to the moans of my soul when I struggled with market research statistics in the Forum of Rome? No they were fighting in their fiery offices , on the carpets of heart failure, screaming and Bargaining with Destiny fighting the Skeleton with sabers, muskets, buck-teeth, indigestion, bombs of larceny, whoredom, rockets, and pederasty, back to the wall to build up their wives and apartments, lawns, suburbs, fairydoms, Puerto Ricans crowded for massacre on 114th St. for the sake of an imitation Chinese-Moderne refrigerator Elephants of mercy murdered for the sake of the Elizabethan birdcage millions of agitated fanatics in the bughouse for the sake of the screaming soprano of industry Money-chant of soapers - toothpaste apes in television sets - deodorizers on hypnotic chairs - petroleum mongers in Texas - jet plane streaks among the clouds - sky writers liars in the face of Divinity--fanged butchers of hats and shoes, all Owners! Owners! Owners! with obsession on property and vanished Selfhood! and their long editorials on the fence of the screaming negro attacked by ants crawled out of the front page! Machinery of a mass electrical dream! A war-creating whore of Babylon bellowing over Capitols and Academies! Money! Money! Money! shrieking mad celestial money of illusion! Money made of nothing, starvation, suicide! Money of failure! Money of death! Money against Eternity! and eternity's strong mills grind out vast paper of Illusion!
Sunset S.S. Azemour'
As orange dusk-light falls on an old idea
I gaze thru my hand on the page
sensing outward the intercoiled weird being I am in
and seek a head of that - Seraphim
advance in lightning flash through aether storm
Messengers arrive horned bearded from Magnetic spheres
disappearing radios receive aged galaxies
Immensity wheels mirrored in every direction
Announcement swifting from Invisible to Invisible
Eternity-dragon's tail lost to the eye
Strange death, forgotten births, voices calling in the past
'I was' that greets 'I am' that writes now 'I will be'
Armies marching over and over the old battlefield -
What powers sit in their domed tents and decree Eternal Victory?
I sit at my desk and scribe the endless message from myself to my own hand
