Wallace Berman Cover for Jack Hirschman’s Book of Poetry, “Black Alephs” 1969
I ran down the street and into the house smelled of oregano and shook Mickey Monaco, said C'mon, Balaban’s got a breadloaf climbing over old Gruber’s fence, he thinks the mad dogs is doves.
But Mickey grew up in the bed till he was too old and besides Balaban was crazy, he sucked his tongue and got left back twice.
So I ran to Joey Bellino’s house but his mother’s black stocking said Joey was out early shoe shining. And besides a, that Balaban he’s a crazy a kid, he suck a the tongue and Joey says he get lefback three times.
So I banged on Bitsy Beller’s window yelled he was near the top, the mad dogs waiting down below he thinks is doves.
But when Bitsy stood up he turned into a stiff cue stick. And didn’t want nothing to do with nobody cracked upstairs. And Dickie Miller became a semipro. And Howie Fish a doctor. So I ran down the street full of hope
by myself because I was on fire. But I got there too late for Balaban. Two of them had a stretch of skin between their teeth fighting over it,
and the foam of their mouths and Balaban’s blood spattered in such a way, the most the greatest picture looked me straight in the eye, made me sit in the gutter and cry,
and when I got up vow to be Balaban from that day on
–Jack Hirschman, “Balaban,” from “Black Alephs” 1969
Guardale ste pecore rimbecillite dal sistema, guarda quello con la sua aria da stronzo, tutto bellino col giubbotto di culo di capra, è la razza peggiore! li riconosci? Sono quelli che non muovono un passo sulle scale mobili che si lasciano trasportare dal sistema, sono quelli che votano Le Pen ma che non sono razzisti, sono quelli che vanno in sciopero quando gli si ferma l'ascensore, il peggio del peggio..