Friday, April 24, 2009

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 ,
ship with Him!

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