Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
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84 COINCIDANCE<br />
with your Death full of flowers<br />
From "Strange now to think" through "the rhythm the rhythm" the<br />
poem has gradually created, just through the integrity of its own emotion,<br />
the justification from the drum-beat and thunder of "only to have, only to<br />
have" and "with her eyes, with her eyes." If anybody else repeated the<br />
"formula," it would only be a trick, because the emotion is in the words and<br />
the discovery of the words is the discovery of the emotions. It is Ginsberg's<br />
personal Golgotha that we meet here, and if you or I were to tell our own<br />
stories we would have to find our own words and emotions. That is why a<br />
great work of poetry is always so original as to seem "formless" at first<br />
glance. It appears to have no form because it is a new form, manufactured in<br />
heart's agony, a shape cut in the air as a sculptor cuts.<br />
The last movement opens with a bird call:<br />
Caw caw caw crows shriek in the white sun over grave stones in<br />
Long Island<br />
The crows seem to burst onto the page with the vividness of real life; we<br />
actually hear them before we see them. But Ginsberg, with the audacity of<br />
genius, has another trick for us in the next line:<br />
Lord Lord Lord Naomi underneath this grass my halflife and my own<br />
as hers<br />
The tom-tom is back again, this time in a half-rhymed fugue with "Caw<br />
caw caw" chasing "Lord Lord Lord" down the page. It is "only to have" and<br />
"with your eyes" picked up into greater urgency than before:<br />
Lord Lord great Eye that stares on ALL and moves in a black cloud<br />
caw caw strange cry of Beings sung up into sky over waving trees<br />
The ending is pure fugue, pure as Bach:<br />
Lord Lord Lord caw caw caw Lord Lord Lord caw caw caw Lord<br />
The harsh monosyllables of American speech have dominated the poem<br />
from "Strange now to think" right through to "caw caw caw Lord." Pound<br />
showed us how to do this forty years ago, with his "Blue jade cups well set<br />
etc., but he has had no student to apply him half so well as Allen Ginsberg<br />
And the economy and magnificence of using "Lord Lord Lord" against "caw<br />
caw caw"—an implied identification picked up in the montage-like shift<br />
from God as "black cloud" to the black cloud of crows—this is balancing a<br />
poem as skillfully as Roebling balanced the Brooklyn Bridge.<br />
Among the shorter poems in this volume, particularly good are "Poem