My Inaugural Post

Aaron 

   Hello everyone out there. This is my first post on ThePokerClub. I appreciate Charlie and Sandeep for trusting me to write a little on their precious blog. To quote Nesta, “There is so much trouble in Jah (the, for our Babylonian readers) world”; more than any of us can ever comprehend, much less try to remedy ourselves.

    Therefore, try to imagine ourselves with one last night to have fun. Tommorow morning, we will reluctantly wake up out of our beds and go to work on our futile (maybe not, who knows?) attempt to make the world a better place.  I mean, we all have our own ideas of what a better world could be. A great majority of us have benevolent dispositions, but we will strike each other down in our efforts to create “our version” of an idealistic world. So, before I try to blog seriously about world issues, let this poem by Allen Ginsberg represent the essence of worldly non-seriousness; which is all that really matters in the end.

First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels

Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire burning by the side porch and a few tired souls hunched over in black leather jackets. In the huge wooden house, a yellow chandelier at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths dancing to the vibration thru the floor, a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet tights, one muscular smooth skinned man sweating dancing for hours, beer cans bent littering the yard, a hanged man sculpture dangling from a high creek branch, children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks. And 4 police cars parked outside the painted gate, red lights revolving in the leaves. December 1965 Allen Ginsberg

         And just in case you are interested, the BBC has a really good special radio broadcast  on this poem. It interviews some interesting characters from the Beat Generation who give some interesting insight on this  poem. That is , if anyone gives a damn anymore about the written word. http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/adventuresinpoetry/pip/b2ci4/

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