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Poema de John Giorno
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John Giorno (Nueva York, 1936).

Es un poeta y artista del performance que formó parte de la generación beat junto a William S. Borroughs y Brion Gysin utilizando recortes de revistas y periódicos para "armar" sus poemas.

En 1965, fundó una compañía productora llamada Giorno Poetry Systems, la cual tenía como objetivo acercar la poesía a nuevas audienciasutilizando nuevas tecnologías. Ha producido más de 55 LP's, cintas, videos y libros. Desde hace varias décadas ha sido activo en la escena de la poesía fonética.

Es uno de los poetas más reconocidos mundialmente no sólo por la calidad de su obra sino por la versatilidad de exponerla.


POEMA DE JOHN GIORNO PARA EL MUSEO DIEGO RIVERA-ANAHUACALLI

 

IT DOESN'T GET BETTER



It doesn't get

better


it doesn't get better,

it doesn't get any better,

it doesn't get any better than this,

it doesn't get any more fabulous;

and as bad as it is,

it does not get any better.


Stuck in a traffic jam

and the scenery is beautiful,

irriting gusts of boredom,

and the radio is playing,

if you don't like my oceans


don't swim in my seas,

you can't hurt me,

cause storms can't hurt the sky,

sugar skulls

and long necklaces of rotting human skulls

of police officers, lawyers and judges

the triumph over abuse and injustice,

fat chance,

ring da alarm,

I could not save you,

you are addicted to anger

and complaining,

when you have hepatitis

everithing looks yellow,

my anger ate the goose



that laid the golden eggs,

thick bacon and a little something sweet,

and a most surprising change

is being the god of your enemy,

the eagles fly below us.


The illusion

that makes life bearable

the ilusion that makes

life bearable

the illusion that makes life bearable,

when you lose

the illusion

that makes life bearable,

when you lose the illusion

that makes life bearable,

when you've lost whatever it is

you believed or invented,

were imprinted or scarred by,

unthinkable loss,

deluded inside delusion inside delusion inside delusion,

everything is delusion

including wisdom,

 

and then, there are the illusions,

that make life

bearable

the illusions

that make life bearable,

the illusions that make life bearable,

abiding

in the continual flow,


I'm here to do

whatever is your pleasure,

empty words,

gone without a trace.

All had to do,

was get

throught it

all i had to do

was get throught it

all i had to do was get throught it,

i almost got

throught it,

you can't win

you can't break even

and you can't even quit the game,

and happily, very soon,

I will remember nothing,

the sand is snow,

a hurricane in a drop of cum

 

You will find

your true love

in the end

you will find your true

love in the end,

you will find your true love in the end,

when you die

you will find your true love

in your mind,

when you die

you will find your true mind,

in the deepest night is the brightest light,

clear,

unlocatable,

emptiness

awareness.