Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
behind the gate, stars dim above
the ravine, a fire burning by the side
porch and a few tired souls hunched over
in black leather jackets. In the huge
wooden house, a yellow chandelier
at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers
hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles
Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths
dancing to the vibration thru the floor,
a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet
tights, one muscular smooth skinned man
sweating dancing for hours, beer cans
bent littering the yard, a hanged man
sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.
And 4 police cars parked outside the painted
gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.
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I too am interested with this poem. Do you know of any credited criticism of this poem, either in print or online? -
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I'm doing a research report on this poem. I'm trying to gather a poetic structure. Hell's Angels have wives and girlfriends they have had kids with. Some bring their kids along to parties. While everyone is having their version of a good time, the kids are in another room either playing or sleeping. In some cases, they're meandering around the festivities. I use to see alot of it back in the sixties. Look up the Cockettes. The lady who was singing a bubbly version of "Tiny Bubbles" had her kid "in tow" backstage, onstage, and around the commune. They were a group of "glitter queens." He's featured with his mother in the documentary on the troupe.
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I think this poem gives very descriptive image on what went on at his first party with ken kesey and the hell's angel. But what really mood me was line 17 when h talks abot the children. What was that all about.
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A counter-culture party scenario as a poem.
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