When I was about eleven or twelve years old, my older brother showed me Allen Ginsberg's "A Supermarket in California" and said something like, "I'm like that, you know." On some level, I knew what he was trying to tell me, but I was very young and that was forty-five years ago, when people, in many ways, knew less than now.
A Supermarket in California
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? ( Read more...Collapse )