Monday Feature: Michaela Kahn Brings us Ginsberg on May Day!

Kral Majales (The King of May) by Allen Ginsberg

And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen

and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked,

and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy

and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for their own glamour

in the Future, in the Future, but now drink vodka and lament the Security Forces,

and the Capitalists drink gin and whiskey on airplanes but let Indian brown millions starve

and when Communist and Capitalist assholes tangle the Just man is arrested or robbed or has his head cut off,

but not like Kabir, and the cigarette cough of the Just man above the clouds in the bright sunshine is a salute to the health of the blue sky.

For I was arrested thrice in Prague, once for singing drunk on Narodni street,

once knocked down on the midnight pavement by a mustached agent who screamed out BOUZERANT,

once for losing my notebooks of unusual sex politics dream opinions,

and I was sent from Havana by planes by detectives in green uniform,

and I was sent from Prague by plane by detectives in Czechoslovakian business suits,

Cardplayers out of Cezanne, the two strange dolls that entered Joseph K’s room at morn

also entered mine and ate at my table, and examined my scribbles,

and followed me night and morn from the houses of the lovers to the cafes of Centrum –

And I am the King of May, which is the power of sexual youth,

and I am the King of May, which is long hair of Adam and Beard of my own body

and I am the King of May, which is Kral Majales in the Czechoslovakian tongue,

and I am the King of May, which is old Human poesy, and 100,000 people chose my name,

and I am the King of May, and in a few minutes I will land at London Airport,

and I am the King of May, naturally, for I am of Slavic parentage and a Buddhist Jew

who worships the Sacred Heart of Christ the blue body of Krishna the straight back of Ram

the beads of Chango the Nigerian singing Shiva Shiva in a manner which I have invented,

and the King of May is a middleeuropean honor, mine in the XX century despite space ships and the Time Machine, because I have heard the voice of Blake in a vision

and repeat that voice. And I am the King of May that sleeps with teenagers laughing.

And I am the King of May, that I may be expelled from my Kingdom with Honor, as of old,

To show the difference between Caesar’s Kingdom and the Kingdom of the May of Man –

and I am the King of May because I touched my finger to my forehead saluting

a luminous heavy girl trembling hands who said ‘one moment Mr. Ginsberg’ before a fat young Plainclothesman stepped between our bodies – I was going to England –

and I am the King of May, in a giant jetplane touching Albion’s airfield trembling in fear

as the plane roars to a landing on the gray concrete, shakes & expels air, and rolls slowly to a stop under the clouds with part of blue heaven still visible.

And tho’ I am the King of May, the Marxists have beat me upon the street, kept me up all night in Police Station, followed me thru Springtime Prague, detained me in secret and deported me from our kingdom by airplane.

This I have written this poem on a jet seat in mid Heaven.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

One thought on “Monday Feature: Michaela Kahn Brings us Ginsberg on May Day!

  1. That is f***ing awesome!

    Peter

    On Mon, May 2, 2016 at 3:40 PM, Miriams Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond wrote:

    > Miriam Sagan posted: ” Kral Majales (The King of May) by Allen Ginsberg > And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and > lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green > suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heav” >

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