Got-DAMN I'm sorry Ginsberg isn't still around to swallow that. Epic.
Reading this is like getting hit with a 2 x 4 early Sunday morning.
I had to read this twice for all of this to sink in. Another masterful entry and insignt.
Did you ever consider becoming a writer? Ha!
I loved it. I'm forwarding it to DNC headquarters.
Thank you, Gerard.
Plus, what Rob said above.
As George Will would say... Well.
That satisfies the anger.
And the last bit - I pray it is so - for the sake of LIBERTY.
I just called my husband on the tugboat and told him "You've got to read this!".
That was amazing, Gerard. How do you do it? It's like you are channeling someone. Kinda scary even.
Just read this on my tugboat in NYC after my lovely wife Teresa called me!
The Upper W Side, Upper E Side & Brooklyn Hgts trustafarians would see themselves in this were they not trapped in their hallucinations.
Your site is at the top of our favorites list, Gerard.
I'm reporting you on Obama's hotline.
I've never considered HOWL as something that could be parodied, but you've done it, Sir, and very successfully, too!
The awesome, terrible beauty of this explosion
MUST be shared.
I'll chip in for a full page in Washington Post.
Yes, O, Yes
The Communist party puppet
Emerges from an East German Chicago home
Humming the seed syllables:
O bah, O bah on Am Air Ah Kah,
Damn Gerard, Don't hold back - tell us what you're really feeling. ;>)
We are so effingly doomed.
Keep it up Gerard and you're going on report.Our Holy Saints will not be mocked.
"Yes, yes, yes, like our patron saint Michelle-O-LaBelle that deep driving dominatrix of The Won, we too have a two-inch political penis, give us alllll your money, give us alllll your votes, give us ALLLLL THE POWER!, we and we alone can give you the golden gifts of our youth -- appeasement, defeatism, pacifism, penury, poverty and death!",
And very, very bad hygiene, such that we scratch and squirm with pests and louses that our Ancestors - who we curse with our fetid breath -
Those hapless peasants who never knew
A non-fat soy latte, or would drink it -
Rid themselves of years before our glorious coming.
My paternal grandfather was a very taciturn man. He would not eaily display emotion.
He was born on a farm in Ontario, he tried homesteading in Saskatchewan but gave it up so he didn't 'freeze to death'. He shoveled out barns on 'spring break'. He went RFC, and saved his flight pay. He became a dentist and worked long hours - there were evening office hours back then. He ceased his practice when he was about eighty (and that was when being eighty was a real thing). A tough - fair - Man, was my paternal grandfather.
In his prime, Frederick Russell Orris, Sr., would have beaten these little pretentious twits by himself, and not dropped his pipe while doing it.
To give an idea of taciturn - my grandfather had a property in West Branch, Mich., that Standard Oil leased for a service station. My dad was driving with my grandfather to check in on it. The hood latch failed and the hood slammed against the windshield, causing each to say 'God Damn Jesus Christ!' before the hood ripped off and flew into the road behind the car.
My dad said it was one of the few times he heard his dad swear. (This was about 1947-48.)
Dear Mr. VanDerLeun,
Quite good actually. It hints at being an impromptu work. Perhaps with a serious amount of work polishing the edges it might approach the lesser efforts of Ginsberg or Ferlinghetti.
I quite appreciate you restraint in not being overly sarcastic but expressing a restrained, witty sardonic satire.
I, myself, once contemplated such a piece but, tragically, I lost touch with my Maui Wowie supplier. You wouldn't know a trustworthy provider would you? Strictly between friends if you understand what mean.
p.s., Thai Weed, if still available, would be acceptable.
I'm afraid Mr. Vanderleun is too kind to the socialist toadies, as this is not really satire but waaaaaay to uncomfortably close to the truth.
It takes real genius to put into words what the rest of us subconsciously think about the dried dung of Deepak Chopra.
Two hits on the howl. Dammit Gerard, there is nothing left to say but
FLAG! You're it.
So in Brooklyn when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken down couch in my rent-controlled apartment watching the long, long skies over the East River and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge hernia over to Berkeley, and all that road going, and all the people hallucinating in the immensity of it, and in Flyover Country I know by now the little bastards must be whining in the land where they let the proles have children, and tonight the stars are out though I've never seen one, and don't you know that God is Malibu Barbie? the evening star must be sagging like my unfortunate manhood and dripping its syphilitic excrescences on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete senility that blesses everybody that reads this crap, cups the balls and folds the final chancre in, and nobody, nobody knows whats going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of becoming inconsequential and feckless, I think of Peter Orlovsky, I even think of Old Peter Orlovsky the father we never found, I think of Peter Orlovsky.
Gerard? Does being constantly enraged ever become tiring? Or worrisome?
Also, what do you do for money these days? What normal-human stuff are you giving up to spend so much time and energy on all this crazy-frother stuff? Money? Love? Friends? Sleep?
Ah, proof positive that you've scored an out-of-the-park home run -- being questioned as to what you do for money these days. Take note, gg: he's doing what the hell he wants to do for money, love, friends and sleep these days.
That was a hellacious piece, my man. And I couldn't truly read it all. I could only brief it because of time constraints but kept thinking to myself, "Damn!"
You wrote about Brain Jazz in January 2006 and complimented me in June 2006 with doing something similar but -- no way. I'm guessing this piece of yours is the real deal.
Keep bringing the fire!
Dearest Rob Dewitt said:
"senility that blesses everybody that reads this crap"
Why don't you and Orlovsky go troll the websites of perverts where only faries are unafraid of the miserable consequences? This is as if we didn't know already that you like the "pictures" there.
>Take note, gg: he's doing what the hell he wants to do for money, love, friends and sleep these days.
OK, now that you're done shamelessly blowing the dude in public, maybe somebody will answer the questions.
Dearest little Denny,
I can only express my gratitude at having joined Gerard in apparently rattling the cages of the illiterate.
Brain Jazz! Hey, I'll got get it and put it in the side bar. Thanks Gator.
So our host here has to justify to you, gg?
Well, on Earth, my people like to know something about their opinion-slingers, especially when they're all bellicose, nasty, self-righteous and blindly, simplemindedly ideological, and when they favor yelling and provocation over thoughtful analysis or formed arguments. For instance, I think it's helpful, when considering his opinions and whether to listen to them, to know that Rush Limbaugh got himself hooked on hillbilly heroin and that his personal life is mysteriously creepy. Puts things in perspective, you know.
So I think it would be helpful to know more about Gerard here. What basis -- other than his body of lunatic (if sometimes spottily well-written) screeds and his long tenure posting to the web pictures of naked women who look like they were made from polystyrene -- do we have for judging him? I mean, that might be enough for some folks. If there's more, I'd like to know. Just how severe a set of pathologies are we dealing with here, and what precisely is their nature? Was his post-911 total freakout mostly a sign of his fundamental weakness, or is there a little legitimate PTSD operant there as well? (And if the latter, is it covered by his non-socialist insurance plan?)
It can't simply come down to "he's just a dime-a-dozen Internet crank," can it? Can it?
(a) Read Ginsberg's Howl. Illustrated versions don't qualify.
(b) Since the lives of the "nasty, self-righteous and blindly simplemindedly ideological" seem to be a particular interest of yours, do a little research on the life and times of Allen Ginsberg.
(c) Research the history and concept of the term "satire." Your current literature professor may be able to help you with some of the big words.
(d) Get back to us.
We're concerned. It may not be too late.
ROFL. At you, not with you.
For those who desire to know more, there are available at this site and on the sideblog over 7,200 items.
At the top of the page there's a tab called "Archives" that will take you there.
"Well, on Earth, my people like to know something about their opinion-slingers, especially when they're all bellicose, nasty, self-righteous and blindly, simplemindedly ideological, and when they favor yelling and provocation over thoughtful analysis or formed arguments."
But what does Keith Olbermann, Chris Matthews, and the elected Democratic Party leadership have to do with our host here?
No offense, Arthurstone, but you need a floor mirror? All I need are the dark watches of the night and my own conscience, and I can see my own inadequacies. Lord help me, I see them.
[sincere but polite applause, with some finger-snapping in the background] Well done, Mr. vdL! I can tell how much it stung by the likes of gg (giggle)
Hazmat Suit. Check.
Decontamination Chamber. Check and double check.
You're still recovering, aren't you, Gerard.
This parody is far superior to Ginsberg's overblown, much-overpraised, shamelessly self-indulgent wheeze.
Taunted 2010 Sundance attendees with it.
I have taunted before, I will taunt again!
I love this poem more than life itself.
Thanks for the reprise, Gerard - and it's still sheer genius.
gg: It's obvious what GVDL does for money these days. HE FUCKS YOUR MOM
Not even past the first line and I'm rolling on the floor. Well done, sir!
". . . a whole once proud party now doomed to decorate pikes and lamp-posts . . ."
Oh, what a sight to see! And two parties now!
This was nothing short of a masterpiece. Small token of my appreciation on the way.
Caviar burritos and $50 shots of artisan tequila.....genius.
They did whatever it took to get a negro into the whitehouse because he couldn't be as bad as the previous white Hitlers and guess what?
He turned out to be exactly like what everyone already knew about negroes.
Was there ever any doubt?
So now they double down and try a woman, and will get even worse results.
A fag multi-felon negro woman of course.
Fortunately I will have left the building by then, unless everything blows apart first, which is more likely.
Summer 2017, if not sooner.
"Summer 2017, if not sooner."
Welp, it's almost Summer 2017 and it appears Trump may have goat kicked the can down the gravel road a bit but make no mistake that luxurious 200+ year old fake freedom paved highway is indeed now a pit gravel rutted roadway littered with corpses of every size, shape, 47 genders, and some unidentifiable.
You know in your heart of hearts this can't go on forever but you haven't a clue as to what comes next except that it will be worse than it is now but only if you fail to consider the content of the ride from here to then.
Some of us won't make it til then but those that do will live things they never imagined and only seen hinted at in late night weekend PBS documentary's from the imaginations of 10,000 Ken Burns. It will be bumpy and outright drop-offs and even cliffs though at the time they will be hardships they are but chapters in the history book that is being written in real time right now, til then, and on.
The long view is the arrangement of a peoples and their trials and tribulations and their learning experiences and their memories or lack there of. We've been here before, many times, but our short term memories always cause us to drift back to our nature rather than our discipline and as always we will punish ourselves more than we need for we are but only people not unfailing gods as we sometimes luxuriously and erroneously think.
Yes we have failed again, but failure too is cooked into the recipe and as long as all of the eaters are not self consumed there will be a continuation of the long history and for those of us that are lucky we will be there....
That is really quite good and entertaining. Aside, I had a connected friend in Washington,DC and when I needed a dentist he sent me to his, who would sometimes perform services for the production of his clients. He claimed one of his clients was Ginsberg (had other art from Ginsberg on the walls). Did Ginsberg live in DC ?
That dentist offered nitrous and he turned it up. when the dental assistant said "how do you feel" I said "high." I mean I really felt high, never felt that in a doctor's office.
WOWWEEE ZOWEEE!!! My thoughts exactly! heh. SHWEEEET!
A great re-read. Still wanting to try the artisan tequila!
OK, I was laughing far to hard by the tine I hit 'aging hair plugged hipsters' to read any farther but after I finish my coffee (well away from the computer) I'll come back and read the rest, I promise.
Quite nicely done - parody is, to my view, a much, MUCH more useful (if not exactly "sincere") form of "flattery" - or, is it "flattening"?
Always though "Howl" went on MUCH too long; (original) Ginsberg was, indeed, an over-wordy sucker...good you saw fit to "shorten it up" a bit...makes it rather-more useful.
That's soup, 'erb, as the waiter said to Asquith.