that clear voice and mind the harmonium squeezing and goodbye the mad owner his books
in my pack and the chairs and the readings there with him not long from the madhouse
goodbye and the bookstore gone and me now too and even the West Coast drifted to sea
and Vancouver into the sky and gone goodbye a small mouse memory now that's all
I came across an audiotape of a Ginsberg reading that someone had posted on Twitter. The first poem begins ""Prepare for death," says the Lama"", and Ginsberg says goodbye to everything in his life in those long flowing, rhythmic lines that are so beautiful. I got so enthused by it that I posted it on our Facebook page. The sound of his harmonium that he accompanied himself with lap brought back this tiny growing memory of me hearing him once myself, back in the '80s. I was going to make a comment under the posting to that effect, but as I did so that infectious rhythm got ahold of me. He and Kerouac both do that sooo well.