Beaten Generation

by Alan J. Blaustein

 

 

Do I reflect a time that never was,

Raise an image, copy-pasted lies?

I am taken where I go, I need a cane,

Not what past personas could describe,

Now as then the question, who is sane?

Who we were and who was I, this me

Is not the Alan of those times,

But now as then gone crazy from his rhymes

@2014 Alan J. Blaustein

 

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Bio: I no longer have a copy of Poetry News, a mimeographed magazine that published a tiny poem of mine when I was seventeen in 1967. I wrote on and off through various crises throughout the late 1960s and 1970s with no success, and in the 1980s I was involved in the East Village poetry scene of the time and published in several collective publications, know as What Happens Next. By 1990, I felt that I had run out of poetic steam, to borrow a phrase from something of Breton’s. I had already written mass-market paperbacks, and in September 1990 I started to work for Mixed Media Enterprises. I wrote and edited various publications for the client publisher. Poetry came to mind intermittently until October 2012, when I heard the pentameter again. I prefer formal poetry, taking Ezra Pound’s dictum that “when poetry moves too far from music, it rots,” but I will write free verse if the idea, inspiration or whatever strictly calls for it. Real poetry is about language, first of all.

 
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