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✺ [BOOKS] ✮ A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems By Lawrence Ferlinghetti ❄ – Transportjobsite.co.uk chapter 1 A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems, meaning A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems, genre A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems, book cover A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems, flies A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems, A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems f6950578d0ba1 The Title Of This Book Is Taken From Henry Miller S Into The Night Life And Expresses The Way Lawrence Ferlinghetti Felt About These Poems When He Wrote Them During A Short Period In TheS As If They Were, Taken Together, A Kind Of Coney Island Of The Mind, A Kind Of Circus Of The Soul


10 thoughts on “A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems

  1. says:

    This is one of the best selling poetry books of all time, and, although that is no guarantee of poetic excellence after all, Rod McKuen and Martin Farquar Tupper both sold a lot of books in their day it is a sign that the author had his finger on the pulse of his time, that his work embodies the yearnings and anxiety of a particular age.That is certainly true of Ferlinghetti s A Coney Island of the Mind 1958 No other book so perfectly captured the zeitgeist of the 60 s counterculture, the optimism of the young radicals who would take this book into their hearts Sure there were other poems, some by arguably better poets the lyric and ironic Byronisms of Corso, the Shelleyan ecstasies of McClure, the prophetic lamentations of Ginsberg, the zen eclogues of Snyder but none of the others embodied so perfectly their vision of their world sceptical of all institutions, yet open to the experience of joy and suffering with a painter s eye, a mystic s soul, and a lover s heart.The first third of the book, entitled A Coney Island of the Mind, contains a remarkable number of memorable individual passages Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late is a kind of carpenter from some square type place like Galilee Him just hang there on His Tree looking real Petered out and real cool and also according to a roundup of late world news from the usual unreliable sources real dead What could she say to the fantastic foolybear and what could she say to brother and what could she say to the cat with future feet and what could she say to mother Don t let that horse eat that violin cried Chagall s mother But he kept right on painting Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making The last third of the book, which contains the complete text of the earlier Pictures of The Gone World reviewed earlier by me on Goodreads is filled with passages which are equally memorable.I think, though, that the best section of this book is the middle section Oral Messages, a name Ferlinghetti gives to the loosely structured poems conceived specifically for jazz accompaniment Nothing evokes the leisure, hip, casual feel of the age better than these seven poems.I will conclude with a passage from the oral message entitled I am Waiting I am waiting for Tom Swift to grow upAnd I am waitingfor the American Boyto take off Beauty s clothesand get on top of herand I am waitingfor Alice in Wonderlandto retransmit to meher total dream of innocenceand I am waitingfor Childe Roland to cometo the final darkest towerand I am waitingfor Aphroditeto grow live armsat a final disarmament conferencein a new rebirth of wonder


  2. says:

    In looking at the book page for this book, I am struck by how many people chose to include one of Ferlinghetti s poems In my opinion, what that says is that although some of the slanguage and cultural references may be a bit dated, these poems still resonate with people, me included I bought my copy of this book at City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, sat, and read it from cover to cover Almost everyone who reads this book will find a poem that will stay with them a long, long time.


  3. says:

    my dad gave me his beat up copy of Coney Island when i was in junior high, and showed me 11 the poem he d recited for his forensics team when he was in high school that poetry could be that natural, funny and defiant shocked me, and i ve been hooked ever since this one is up there on the list of books that changed my life.


  4. says:

    One of the greatest influences of my teen years Meeting and working with him in 1984 was an experience I ll never forget Yeah, I still have my ancient copy of this book from the 1950 s


  5. says:

    In Goya s greatest scenes we seem to see the people of the world exactly at the moment when they first attained the title of suffering humanity We are the same people only further from home on freeways fifty lanes wide on a concrete continent spaced with bland billboards illustrating imbecile illusions of happiness


  6. says:

    I am Waiting I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery of a new symbolic western frontier and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right and I am waiting for the Age of Anxiety to drop dead and I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy and I am waiting for the final withering away of all governments and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the Second Coming and I am waiting for a religious revival to sweep thru the state of Arizona and I am waiting for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored and I am waiting for them to prove that God is really American and I am waiting to see God on television piped onto church altars if only they can find the right channel to tune in on and I am waiting for the Last Supper to be served again with a strange new appetizer and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder I am waiting for my number to be called and I am waiting for the Salvation Army to take over and I am waiting for the meek to be blessed and inherit the earth without taxes and I am waiting for forests and animals to reclaim the earth as theirs and I am waiting for a way to be devised to destroy all nationalisms without killing anybody and I am waiting for linnets and planets to fall like rain and I am waiting for lovers and weepers to lie down together again in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed and I am anxiously waiting for the secret of eternal life to be discovered by an obscure general practitioner and I am waiting for the storms of life to be over and I am waiting to set sail for happiness and I am waiting for a reconstructed Mayflower to reach America with its picture story and tv rights sold in advance to the natives and I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in the Lost Continent in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the day that maketh all things clear and I am awaiting retribution for what America did to Tom Sawyer and I am waiting for Alice in Wonderland to retransmit to me her total dream of innocence and I am waiting for Childe Roland to come to the final darkest tower and I am waiting for Aphrodite to grow live arms at a final disarmament conference in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting to get some intimations of immortality by recollecting my early childhood and I am waiting for the green mornings to come again youth s dumb green fields come back again and I am waiting for some strains of unpremeditated art to shake my typewriter and I am waiting to write the great indelible poem and I am waiting for the last long careless rapture and I am perpetually waiting for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn to catch each other up at last and embrace and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder


  7. says:

    in honor of one of my favorite beat poets, i will write this review without touching the shift keyand, of course, my thumb readily on the space taba collection of interesting visual poetry don t need to snap your fingers or wear blackor have a set of bongosfluid writing, cool fluidly throughout read over and overand over again


  8. says:

    BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTIIn Golden Gate Park that daya man and his wife were coming alongthru the enormous meadowwhich was the meadow of the worldHe was wearing green suspendersand carrying an old beat up flutein one handwhile his wife had a bunch of grapeswhich she kept handing outindividuallyto various squirrelsas if eachwere a little jokeAnd then the two of them came onthru the enormous meadowwhich was the meadow of the worldand thenat a very still spot where the trees dreamedand seemed to have been waiting thru all timefor themthey sat down together on the grasswithout looking at each otherand ate orangeswithout looking at each otherand put the peelsin a basket which they seemedto have brought for that purposewithout looking at each otherAnd thenhe took his shirt and undershirt offbut kept his hat onsidewaysand without saying anythingfell asleep under itAnd his wife just sat there lookingat the birds which flew aboutcalling to each otherin the stilly airas if they were questioning existenceor trying to recall something forgottenBut then finallyshe too lay down flatand just lay there looking upat nothingyet fingering the old flutewhich nobody playedand finally looking overat himwithout any particular expressionexcept a certain awful lookof terrible depression


  9. says:

    the guy wrote a poem where marc chagall s mom is yelling at him but hekept right onpainting i love how sweet ferlinghetti s poems are i don t think he means them to be but they are.


  10. says:

    Leggendo queste poesie sembra di perdersi in un lungo viaggio in cui, dopo aver condotto tutto quello che si pensava di essere al di la della propria comfort zone, ci si accorge della vastit del nostro mondo interiore e in quella scoperta si trova la ragione stessa per affrontare una nuova idea di ritorno e di casa.


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