The following poem excerpt was written in 1956 by Allen Ginsberg. (Obviously there is NOTHING contemporary about it, because — you know, things are like, different now.)
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb weapons deals.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites Independents?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery NAFTA trade is too much for me. I’m sick of your insane demands.
You made me want to be a saint slut-shamed me into chastity.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder. My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I’m addressing you.
You’re always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious.
Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s serious
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against us.
We haven’t got a chance.
We’d better consider our national resources.
Our national resources consist of twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about our prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in
our flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. We have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers Nevada is the next to go.
how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
America you don’t really want to go to war.
America it’s them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest, her wants our
auto plants in Siberia.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine Access Hollywood?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine Access Hollywood.
I watch it every week.
America Sacco & Vanzetti Trayvon Martin should not have died. America save the Spanish Loyalists Syrian Refugees.
America I am the Scottsboro boys Central Park Five.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic Jew
I’d better get right down to the job.It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer LGBTQIA shoulder to the wheel.
— Allen Ginsberg ‘America’
A call for peace, free education, elimination of student debt, adequate health care, green jobs and radical authenticity for the USA.