Showing posts with label Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 22, 2020

Thursday, September 13, 2012

365 9/13


Retired ballerinas on winter afternoons   
          walking their dogs
                      in Central Park West

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Pictures of the Gone World



See them freedom marching,
Out on the street, freedom marching.
Saint Dominic's Preview.

Pictures of the Gone World



As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview.

Pictures of the Gone World



And we're over in a 52nd Street apartment,
Socializing with the wino few,
Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.
But they're flying too high to see my point of view.

Pictures of the Gone World



That's the way it all should happen
When you're in, when you're in the state you're in;
You've got your pen and notebook ready,
I think it's about time, time for us to begin.

Pictures of the Gone World



And the restaurant tables are completely covered.
The record company has paid out for the wine.
You got everything in the world you ever wanted
Right about now your face should wear a smile.

Pictures of the Gone World


As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview.

Pictures of the Gone World


And for every cross-cuttin' country corner,
For every Hank Williams railroad train that cried,
And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems
And every strain on every brain and every eye

Pictures of the Gone World



All the orange boxes are scattered.
Against the Safeway's supermarket in the rain.
And everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone else's pain.

Pictures of the Gone World



As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview
Saint Dominic's Preview

Pictures of the Gone World



And I'm hoping the choice won't blow the hoist
Cause this town, they bit off more than they can chew.

Pictures of the Gone World




And it's a long way to Buffalo.
It's a long way to Belfast city too.

Pictures of the Gone World



Meanwhile back in San Francisco
We're trying hard to make this whole thing blend,
As we sit upon this jagged
Storey block, with you my friend.

Pictures of the Gone World


Chamois cleaning all the windows,
Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul.
And I hear blue strains of "no regredior"
Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Pictures of the Gone World


(You know that) No one's making no commitments
To anybody but themselves,
Hidin' behind closed doorways,
Tryin' to get outside, outside of empty shells