A reading of A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families
shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the
avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what
were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,
poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery
boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the
pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans
following you, and followed in my imagination by the store
detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our
solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen
delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in
an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the
supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The
trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be
lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher,
what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and
you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat
disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
I did a video for the same poem.
gregorybrandt 2 months ago
You are amazing. And, you are so cute by the way. lol sorry. Couldn't resist.
blaineashford3 4 months ago
@213762213762 Amen friend
AdamskiFTW 5 months ago
@Fiammablue This poem is a far cry from admirations of a supermarket... It is the the drive for the supermarket that destroyed nature to put those cans on shelves :p
Albeit a great work and very enjoyeable
Guod69 6 months ago
I hadn't expected to be moved to tears?
213762213762 9 months ago
A wonderful poem--the way he shifts from the contemporary to the classical image of Lethe is a knockout. And doesn't he read it well....
1scousers 9 months ago
LOVE your reading of this
mmmpoetry 10 months ago
listen to my song A POEM TO THE SUPERMARKET PEOPLE
berin08 1 year ago
I love him.... I sat a table with him once in Santa Cruz mountains with Cool Breeze...and saw him at many San Francisco happenings in he 60s... I am reading his letters with Jack Kerouac. I miss their brilliance and so glad they had one another...
OceanicLoveLetters 1 year ago 2
liked the ending, gave me goosebumps.
bwanna23 1 year ago