On Allen Ginsberg: “I think Ginsberg has done more harm to the craft that I honor and live by than anybody else.”

All bubbles travelling

In tubes, and being lights:  up down and around
 They were:  blue,  red and every man uncaught

                        —Dancer to Audience—

                           What works for me

             As in your flatland stillness you grow.

 

In the concrete cells of the hatchery
He nourished a dream of living
Under the ice, the long preparations

Above the dog-eye-colored land
And town of San José
Of hot dog-fur and tin,

What follows are the authors’ discussions on the first stirrings, the germination of a poem, or a work of fiction. Any number of headings would be appropriate: Beginnings, The Starting Point, etc. Inspiration would be as good as any.