Everything Burns-Don't Look Back

[02:08.00]Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. [02:16.00]downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph [02:28.00]the rhythm the rhythm—and your memory in my head three years after—And read Adonais’ last triumphant stanzas aloud—wept, realizing how we suffer— [02:41.00]And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of Answers—and my own imagination of a withered leaf—at dawn— [02:55.00]Dreaming back thru life, Your time—and mine accelerating toward Apocalypse, [03:02.00]the final moment—the flower burning in the Day—and what comes after, [03:07.00]looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city [03:12.00]a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed— [03:22.00]like a poem in the dark—escaped back to Oblivion— [03:26.00]No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance, [03:34.00]sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other, [03:39.00]worshipping the God included in it all—longing or inevitability?—while it lasts, a Vision—anything more? [03:50.00]It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder, Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shouldering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant—and the sky above—an old blue place. [04:10.00]or down the Avenue to the south, to—as I walk toward the Lower East Side—where you walked 50 years ago, little girl—from Russia, eating the first poisonous tomatoes of America—frightened on the dock— [04:26.00]Man: It's full of uhh... Woman: How was it? [04:27.00]Man: It's full of really bad images. Woman: Yeah. [04:30.00]Man: Horrible. I mean... Yuk, I was depressed last night thinking of it. [04:37.00]Woman: Really? Man: That's what's wrong with me. [04:56.00]Hello, it's very horrible at the same time very beautiful. [05:11.00]Hello, it's very horrible at the same time very beautiful. [05:31.00]Hello, it's very horrible at the same time very beautiful.