Snail Poem, Ninth Anniversary of Peter Orlovsky’s Death

thank you Jamie for this awesome post!

THE POET BY DAY

allen_ginsberg_und_peter_orlowski_arm

Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky

A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for my shues under my bed.

Peter Orlovsky, excerpt from Frist Poem



I was going through notes and realized that Peter Orlovsky died nine years ago this Thursday past. Born in the East Side of New York on July 8, 1933, he was probably best known as poet Allen Ginsberg’s companion. However, Orlovsky was a poet himself. You’ll note, if you’ve not been introduced to him before, that he is playful and his spelling eccentric…..

Snail Poem

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower
…..be free aired
…..& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave and
…..wiggle at
…..blown up clowd
Ear turns close to underlayer of green felt moss &…

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