Gregory Corso Poems
- Last Night I Drove A Car Last night I drove a car not ...
- Bomb Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb ...
- I Am 25 With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton ...
- Humanity What simple profundities What profound ...
- The Mad Yak I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ...
- I Held A Shelley Manuscript My hands did numb to beauty as ...
- Destiny They deliver the edicts of God without delay
Gregory Nunzio Corso was an American poet, youngest of the inner circle of Beat Generation writers (with Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs). He was beloved by the other "Beats".
“… a tough young kid from the Lower East Side who rose like an angel over the roof tops and sang Italian song as sweet as Caruso and Sinatra, but in words… Amazing and beautiful, Gregory Corso, the one and only Gregory, the Herald.” ~Jack Kerouac
"Corso's a poet's Poet, a poet much superior to me. Pure velvet... whose wild fame's extended for decades around the world from France to China, World Poet". ~Allen Ginsberg
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Last Night I Drove A Car
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.
I stopped at Hedgeville
and slept in the back seat
...excited about my new life.