Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
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COINCIDANCE 83<br />
the rhythm the rhythm:" these lines syncopate beautifully, and the internal<br />
phrase, "reading the Kaddish aloud" picks up on the initial "Strange now to<br />
think of you." Allen Ginsberg sifts through the resources of American<br />
English like a placer miner going through his dust, carefully lifting out a<br />
nugget at a time.<br />
Once he has found what he's looking for, he hammers it out with the<br />
remorseless monotony of Beethoven, or perhaps I should say of Bizet in the<br />
Arlesienne Suite. Kaddish moves towards its close through a hymn to the God<br />
who allowed the poet's mother to go mad:<br />
In the house in Newark Blessed is He! In the<br />
madhouse Blessed is He! In the house of<br />
Death blessed is He!<br />
Even the tragedy of the poor old woman is blessed:<br />
Blessed be you Naomi in Hospitals! Blessed be you<br />
Naomi in solitude! Blest be your triumph! Blest<br />
be your bars! Blest be your last years' loneliness!<br />
But an even stronger rhythm breaks in to mourn the all-too-true truth<br />
that there is nothing blessed, only pain, in the story of Naomi Ginsberg:<br />
only to have seen her weeping on gray tables in long wards of her universe<br />
only to have known the wierd ideas of Hitler at the door . . .<br />
only to have seen the time-jumps, memory lapse, the crash of wars, the<br />
roar and silence of a vast electric shock<br />
and the reality, the lack of blessing and triumph, is therupon hammered like<br />
Pound's rock-drill till it almost bursts the reader's brain:<br />
with your eyes running naked out of the apartment screaming into the hall<br />
with your eyes being led away by policemen to an ambulance<br />
with your eyes strapped down on the operating table<br />
with your eyes of the pancreas removed<br />
with your eyes of appendix operation<br />
with your eyes of abortion<br />
with your eyes of shock<br />
with your eyes of lobotomy<br />
The theme beats into the soui like a drum:<br />
with your eyes<br />
with your eyes<br />
-artd then suddenly turns around on itself and bursts forth into a line of<br />
sheer genius: