There are days when I hesitate an explanation of the offering I present. There isn’t a single song, poem, art project, quote, or passage on here that can’t stand on it’s own. I should shut up, but I ramble on.
I absolutely love Gregory Corso. Perhaps Shelley’s influence on his work is what does it for me - making him my favorite of the Beats. (I once memorized most of “Bomb” for a poetry class in 1999. That’s something I’d like to revisit. For what purpose, I’m not sure - to impress and/or bore folks at dinner parties?)
“Last Night I Drove A Car” is a heartbreaking piece that is weighted with self-interest, lust, destruction, and a careless existence. It hints remorse but ends with untroubled emotion that refuses to be held accountable for a narcissistic future.
My entire present was born from the fruition of egocentric being. I look back at all those I knocked down and my heart is full of sorrow.