After years of having only a few poems here and there it’s great to have finally gotten my hands on Gasoline (including The Vestal Lady on Brattle, his first, written in 1955 3 years prior to Gasoline) by youngest of the Beat Poets, Gregory Corso.
It’s energetic prose, full of the kind of abandon and invention that can be expected from the movement, though I’m struck by the more direct moments too, like here where the narrator offers no judgement of events:
Greenwish Village Suicide
hands flat against the windowsides
She looks down
Thinks of Bartok, Van Gogh
And New Yorker cartoons
They take her away with a Daily News on her face
And a storekeeper throws hot water on the sidewalk
Required reading if you’re a fan of the Beat poets and don’t already have any Corso.