Cosmopolitan Greetings

Perhaps this will be my first of a few Allen Ginsberg poems I will have in my blog. For a school project, our assignment was to select a poet to study. I chose Ginsberg as my study, and now I am becoming absorbed in his life. What I did not know about the guy is that he coined the term "flower power." What a sick influence he had.

Anyway, this is my first poem selection. More to come.

Cosmopolitan Greetings

Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
Observe what’s vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Catch yourself thinking.
Vividness is self-selecting.
If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
Remember the future.
Freedom costs little in the U.S.
Asvise only myself.
Don’t drink yourself to death.
Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
scientific data.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
world (after Einstein).
The universe is subjective..
Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
Universe is Person.
Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
What’s in between thoughts?
Mind is outer space.
What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
“First thought, best thought.”
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Candour ends paranoia.

I have notebooks filled with poems or thoughts like this. Random stream of consciousness that fill up lines like this. Random insight flows and trickles in, sending you messages from your unconscious that can be really deep and meaningful. I appreciate each line here.

What do you think of this poem?