Classic or Dud: Gregory Corso

Utter classic.

God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her there are unfavorable omens in the sky!

There's a documentry coming out:

There should be another classification for those who, like Corso, assume the guise of a poet in order to mythologize their penchant for jumping up and down on anthills and provide a bohemian cover story for their jags. They have a certain value in society as icons of iconoclasm, but their poetic output is rarely seperable from their legend.

I dunno, I think that video in the first clip's a pretty good one.

I mean the poem in the video.

CLASSIC. My favorite Beat.

My favortie, too!