Malest Cornifici Tuo Catullo by Allen Ginsberg


I’m happy, Kerouac, your madman’s Allen’s

finally made it: discovered a new young cat,

and my imagination of an eternal boy

walks on the streets of San Francisco,

handsome, and meets me in cafeterias

and loves me, Ah don’t think I’m sickening.

You’re angry at me. For all my lovers?

It’s hard to eat shit, without having visions;

when they have eyes for me it’s like Heaven.

SF 1955

Malest Cornifici Tuo Catullo : Latin for

Things are bad for your Catullus, Cornificus

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