Tram Combs (the most underrated poet of the "beat" era)

ars poetica about ultimates

when you first rub up against God’s own skin
He turns out to be rougher than christ’s men most expect,
like a wood-rat, -rasp or ravenous
connoisseur with tender grapes a rough trade!
yet this seduction and adoration
of him we must get done, dangerous
though it go; poetry’s ways’re
strewn with the early-de railed, ridden, filed who
heard its sirens; and rose to go
singing, but couldn’t make it, hammered
and strove but with beats unsuccessful
to get on to come on with the real jazz
and sea for one’s
self, to reach follow , fellow ,
father ship with Him!