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Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
Allen Ginsberg
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Beautifully Unknown
(12/17/2008 2:55:00 PM) |
I love this..... it made me giggle a little... but i still love it
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Francis De Bueger
(6/9/2008 2:41:00 PM) |
dear Gerald D. & Kingsley D.
Thank you for your nice comment on F.D. Blues.
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Gerald Duffy
(1/10/2008 8:35:00 AM) |
Oh, dear Jack Runningbear, you missed it all! Ginsberg loved his father Louis and was very kind to him. Louis was a poet himself and opened the door for Allen when he was a kid. Father Death Blues is Ginsberg's poem honoring his dead father. You can hear him sing it on YouTube: search for 'Allen Ginsberg - Father Death Blues.' Maybe you'll reconsider?
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Jack Runningbear
(12/15/2007 3:42:00 PM) |
If the entire body of Ginsberg's work was printed on toilet paper, it might finally, in some way, contribute something of value to our culture (if not our sewer systems) .
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Kingsley Dorian
(10/6/2007 5:29:00 PM) |
I love this poem, for reasons I'm not even quite sure ot. It's so simple, but... maybe it's because I watched the video of Allen Ginsberg performing this poem, and just watching him mesmerised me. Looking at the words now, I see an entire life painted on a canvas as if by a child with some deeper, adult knowledge. Words fail me - this poem is quintessential Ginsberg, in his later years. He even said himself that he wanted to be remembered by this poem.
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