{"id":4442,"date":"2008-11-16T02:13:01","date_gmt":"2008-11-15T20:43:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.indiauncut.com\/?p=3124"},"modified":"2008-11-16T02:13:01","modified_gmt":"2008-11-15T20:43:01","slug":"the-war-is-over","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/indiauncut.com\/the-war-is-over\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cThe War Is Over\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
On an email group I’m part of, Roswitha<\/a> writes that the recent New York Times<\/i> hoax<\/a> reminded her of the gorgeous poem below:<\/p>\n Ginsberg<\/b> No blame. Anyone who wrote Howl and Kaddish On an email group I’m part of, Roswitha<\/a> writes that the recent New York Times<\/i> hoax<\/a> reminded her of the gorgeous poem below:<\/p>\n Ginsberg<\/b> No blame. Anyone who wrote Howl and Kaddish\n
\nby Julia Vinograd<\/i><\/p>\n
\nearned the right to make any possible mistake
\nfor the rest of his life.
\nI just wish I hadn’t made this mistake with him.
\nIt was during the Vietnam war
\nand he was giving a great protest reading
\nin Washington Square Park
\nand nobody wanted to leave.
\nSo Ginsberg got the idea, “I’m going to shout
\n‘the war is over’ as loud as I can,” he said
\n“and all of you run over the city
\nin different directions
\nyelling the war is over, shout it in offices,
\nshops, everywhere and when enough people
\nbelieve the war is over
\nwhy, not even the politicians
\nwill be able to keep it going.”
\nI thought it was a great idea at the time
\na truly poetic idea.
\nSo when Ginsberg yelled I ran down the street
\nand leaned in the doorway
\nof the sort of respectable down on its luck cafeteria
\nwhere librarians and minor clerks have lunch
\nand I yelled “the war is over.”
\nAnd a little old lady looked up
\nfrom her cottage cheese and fruit salad.
\nShe was so ordinary she would have been invisible
\nexcept for the terrible light
\nfilling her face as she whispered
\n“My son. My son is coming home.”
\nI got myself out of there and was sick in some bushes.
\nThat was the first time I<\/i> believed there was a war.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\n
\nby Julia Vinograd<\/i><\/p>\n
\nearned the right to make any possible mistake
\nfor the rest of his life.
\nI just wish I hadn’t made this mistake with him.
\nIt was during the Vietnam war
\nand he was giving a great protest reading
\nin Washington Square Park
\nand nobody wanted to leave.
\nSo Ginsberg got the idea, “I’m going to shout
\n‘the war is over’ as loud as I can,” he said
\n“and all of you run over the city
\nin different directions
\nyelling the war is over, shout it in offices,
\nshops, everywhere and when enough people
\nbelieve the war is over
\nwhy, not even the politicians
\nwill be able to keep it going.”
\nI thought it was a great idea at the time
\na truly poetic idea.
\nSo when Ginsberg yelled I ran down the street
\nand leaned in the doorway
\nof the sort of respectable down on its luck cafeteria
\nwhere librarians and minor clerks have lunch
\nand I yelled “the war is over.”
\nAnd a little old lady looked up
\nfrom her cottage cheese and fruit salad.
\nShe was so ordinary she would have been invisible
\nexcept for the terrible light
\nfilling her face as she whispered
\n“My son. My son is coming home.”
\nI got myself out of there and was sick in some bushes.
\nThat was the first time I<\/i> believed there was a war.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,38],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n