作词 : Allen Ginsberg
"Wichita Vortex Sutra"
I Wichita Kansas to Lincoln Nebraska
Turn Right Next Corner
The Biggest Little Town in Kansas
Macpherson
Red sun setting flat plains west streaked
with gauzy veils, chimney mist spread
around christmas-tree bulbed refineries— aluminum
white tanks squat beneath
winking signal towers’ bright plane-lights,
orange gas flares
beneath pillows of smoke, flames in machinery —
transparent towers at dusk
In advance of the Cold Wave
Snow is spreading eastward to
the Great Lakes
News Broadcast & old clarinets
Watertower dome Lighted on the flat plain
car radio speeding acrost railroad tracks —
Kansas ! Kansas ! Shuddering at last !
PERSON appearing in Kansas !
angry telephone calls to the University
Police dumbfounded leaning on
their radiocar hoods
While Poets chant to Allah in the roadhouse Showboat !
Blue eyed children dance and hold thy Hand O aged Walt
who came from Lawrence to Topeka to envision
Iron interlaced upon the city plain —
Telegraph wires strung from city to city O Melville !
Television brightening thy rills of Kansas lone
I come,
lone man from the void, riding a bus
hypnotized by red tail lights on the straight
space road ahead —
& the Methodist minister with cracked eyes
leaning over the table
quoting Kierkegaard ‘ death of God ’
a million dollars
in the bank owns all West Wichita
come to Nothing !
Prajnaparmita Sutra over coffee — Vortex
of telephone radio aircraft assembly frame ammunition
petroleum nightclub Newspaper streets illuminated by Bright
EMPTINESS —