In a jumble (en vrac).

I Am 25
With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying:-I did those then
but that was then
that was then-
O I would quiet old men
say to them:-I am your friend
what you once were, thru me
you’ll be again-
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems.

—Gregory Corso, “I Am 25” (via burnjoyfully)

(Source: rustbeltwhiskey, via fuckyeahbeatniks)