Miguel Pinero poetry - Miguel Pinero poems

"Alhemičari detektuju u seksualnoj aktivnosti čoveka vezu sa kreacijom sveta,sa rastom biljaka,i sa mineralnim formacijama.Kada vide uniju kiše i zemlje,oni je vide u erotičnom smislu,kao snošaj.Ovo se odnosi na sva prirodna stanja materije, jer oni mogu da zamisle ljubavne afere hemikalija i zvezda,romansu kamenja,ili plodnost vatre"- Jim Morrison "The Lords " - " The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true.as I have heard from Hell.the whole creation will be consumed,and appear infinite.and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment . But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul,is to be expunged;this I shall do,by printing in the infernal method,by corrosives,which in Hell are salutary and medicinal,melting apparent surfaces away,and displaying the infinite which has hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is : infinite. For man has closed himself up,till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern." - William Blake " The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - plate 14 "


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"Alhemičari detektuju u seksualnoj aktivnosti čoveka vezu sa kreacijom sveta,sa rastom biljaka,i sa mineralnim formacijama.Kada vide uniju kiše i zemlje,oni je vide u erotičnom smislu,kao snošaj.Ovo se odnosi na sva prirodna stanja materije, jer oni mogu da zamisle ljubavne afere hemikalija i zvezda,romansu kamenja,ili plodnost vatre"- Jim Morrison "The Lords " - " The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true.as I have heard from Hell.the whole creation will be consumed,and appear infinite.and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment . But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul,is to be expunged;this I shall do,by printing in the infernal method,by corrosives,which in Hell are salutary and medicinal,melting apparent surfaces away,and displaying the infinite which has hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is : infinite. For man has closed himself up,till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern." - William Blake " The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - plate 14 "
Miguel Pinero Miguel Pinero (1947 - 1988) rođen je u Porto Riku,ali od svoje 7 godine je živeo u New York-u.Bio je scenarista,glumac i pesnik.Zajedno sa Miguel Algarinom osniva Nuyorican Poets Cafe.Vec sa 20 godina imao je poduži policijski dosije.Dok je sluzio zatvorsku kaznu u Sing-Sing-u napisao je dramski komad "Short Eyes",koji ga je i proslavio. Umro je od ciroze jetre. A Lower East Side Poem by Miguel Piñero Just once before I die I want to climb up on a tenement sky to dream my lungs out till I cry then scatter my ashes thru the Lower East Side. So let me sing my song tonight let me feel out of sight and let all eyes be dry when they scatter my ashes thru the Lower East Side. From Houston to 14th Street from Second Avenue to the mighty D here the hustlers and suckers meet the faggots and freaks will all get high on the ashes that have been scattered thru the Lower East Side. There’s no other place for me to be There’s no other place that I can see there’s no other town around that brings you up or keeps you down no food little heat sweeps by fancy cars and pimps’ bars and juke saloons and greasy spoons make my spirits fly with my ashes scattered thru the Lower East Side A thief, a junkie I’ve been committed every known sin Jews and Gentiles…Bums and Men of style-run away child police shooting wild mother’s futile wails pushers making sales dope wheelers and cocaine dealers smoking pot streets are hot and feed off those who bleed to death all that’s true all that’s true all that is true but this ain’t no lie when I ask that my ashes be scattered thru the Lower East Side. So here I am, look at me I stand proud as you can see pleased to be from the Lower East a street fighting man a problem of this land I am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind a dweller of prison time a cancer of Rockefeller’s ghettocide this concrete tomb is my home to belong to survive you gotta be strong you can’t be shy less without request someone will scatter your ashes thru the Lower East Side. I don’t wanna be buried in Puerto Rico I don’t wanna rest in long island cemetery I wanna be near the stabbing shooting gambling fighting and unnatural dying and new birth crying so please when I die don’t take me far away keep me near by take my ashes and scatter them thru out the Lower East Side. * * * There are things that never change And we are not one of them my dear, Trouble with our love is here The trouble with our love is around When you can't look me in the eye,and lie When you run so far away, That you forget where to go back ... Now,you are what you never want to be, Go ahead,blame me ... There are things that never change Now we are two strangers with a past And a future,that ain't gon'a last And that is a trouble with our love, Last night we saw things like we never did, We both went our way,and hid ... * * * Pesme Cocaine Nose - Acid Face Black Woman With The Blond Wig On Seekin' The Cause Visitin' A Friend At The Cold Shop Spring Garden - Philadelphia The Book of Genesis According to St. Miguelito Kill, Kill, Kill La Bodega Sold Dreams On The Lock-In On The Day They Birthed My Mother... New York City Hard Time Blues Running Scared This Is Not The Place Where I Was Born Jitterbug Jesus