Ptarmigan classic II
[10/9/1963 3:52:47 AM ]
Jiminy cricket there sure are not very many highways outside the city limits. At least Ev’ says this will change. Eventually. She thinks that Robert Bly chap is quite the starfucker. And will never amount to anything. Aw, shucks, you’ve forgotten the catechism! Let’s all go down to Mickey’s and get a malt! She tells me that things will be different in the 21st century, that all poets will one day get along, but UNTIL THEN it’s survival of the fittest, and you’d best know where the bread is buttered. I have no idea what that means. Commie?
Oh, why is the radio filled with platitudes, if only a “wave” of musicians from another English speaking country — perhaps an island — would sweep over the air waves! I want to follow Ginsberg into the sea, but there are no seas in Minnesota!
Quail works at a sock hop.
None of your bees’ wax!
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