Peter Orlovsky(July 8, 1933 - May 30, 2010)
Frist Poem
| Second Poem
| My Bed is Covered Yellow | Snail Poem
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Peter Orlovsky was best known as Allen Ginsberg's lover and companion of almost three decades, from about the fifties to the seventies. What is less well known is that he was a wonderful poet in his own right. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and antholologies. |
INTRODUCTION TO PETER ORLOVSKY'S POEMS Orlovsky was the kind of natural voice W.C.W. believed America would one day sound. I remember him praising Peter's first poem: "Nothing English about it -- pure American." That was twenty years ago. Now, twenty years hence, Peter has voiced a volume of poems, pure Americana, and unlike any American sound. Bucolic and sexual, these poems are replicate of his farmer produce (organic and natural) and of his love for the male and female of his heart's desire. He hails the human asshole as
divine -- He offers humankind an anatomical compassion for that bodiy
part long maligned, shame-wracked, and poetically neglect. Peter is an original; a refined spirit ... regard: 'neath his poetic capote nothing primitive holds claim - An agricultural romantic, the Shellean farmer astride his Pegasusian tractor re-poems the earth with trees of berry and roots of honey; whose dirtian hands scribe verses of soy, odes of harvest; whose hymns to redolent shovels of manure nourish the fields that so nourish us, both in body meal and thc cosmetics of soul. Gregory Corso |
Biographical note "My biography was born July 1933. Grew up with dirty feet & giggles. Cant stand dust so pick my nose. Trouble in school: always thinking dreaming sad mistry problems. Quit high school in middle of last term & got lost working in Mental hospital old man's bed slopy ward. Love pretzles & cant remember dreams anymore. Will somebody please buy me mountain with a cave up there. I dont speack any more. Wanted to be a farmer went to high school for that & worked hard, hard, I tell you, very hard, you'd be amazed. Did weight lifting with bus stops. Got to enjoy burnt bacon with mothers help. Stare at my feet to much & need to undue paroniac suden clowds. Enjoy mopping floors, cleaning up cat vommit. Enjoy swinning underwater. I want the moon for fun. Getting to enjoy blank mind state, especially in tub. This summer got to like flies tickleing nose & face. I demand piss be sold on the market, it would help people to get to know eachother. I.Q. 90 in school, now specialized I.Q. is thousands." Peter Orlovsky |
A note on spellings. I've seen "Frist Poem" spelled "First Poem" a couple of times. One web page I've come across, which appears to have copied the contents of this page, "corrected" the title of this poem. I didn't look to see if other "corrections" were made. Peter couldn't spell. Or, let's look at it another way. This is how Peter spelled. I'm assuming that most publishers of his work attempted to keep his own spellings intact. I believe Peter's spelling rendered his thoughts accurately. Once, in Peter and Allen's apartment I was leaving a message for Allen, who was away. Peter was writing down my message which happened to contain the words "two thieves". Peter wrote down "two thives" and I said, "No, it's spelled T - H - I - E . . . " etc. Another visitor who happened to be present almost leapt for my throat saying, in effect, "How dare you correct Peter's spelling?" This, in my opinion, is going too far. Brian Nation
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FRIST POEM
A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified. Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris |
SECOND POEM
Morning again, nothing has to be done, Dec. 27th, 1957, Paris |
My Bed is Covered YellowMy bed is covered yellow - Oh Sun, I sit on you 1957, Paris |
Snail PoemMake my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired 1958 NYC |
From Clean Asshole Poems & Smiling Vegetable Songs, Pocket Poets Series #37, City Lights Books ©1978 by Peter Orlovsky. |