Tuesdays and Thursdays with Dr. Lee

I'm in this great Major American Authors class right now where we've just finished talking about the American expatriate writers like Hemingway and Stein (oh God, Stein...) and their romantic Parisian moveable feast days drinking wine and sitting in cafes and smoking and sharing their general literary brilliance with one another. Now we're getting into the work of the beat writers, and we get to stick our fingers into the brains of writers like Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg. It's awesome.

"There is this distance between me and what I see" by Philip Lamantia
There is this distance between me and what I see
everywhere immanence of the presence of God
no more ekstasis
a cool head
watch watch watch
I'm here
He's over there . . . It's an Ocean . . .
sometimes I can't think of it, I fail, fall
This IS this look of love
there IS the tower of David
there IS the throne of Wisdom
there IS this silent look of love
Constant flight in air of the Holy Ghost
I long for the luminous darkness of God
I long for the superessential light of this darkness
another darkness I long for the end of longing
I long for the
it is Nameless what I long for
a spoken word caught in its own meat saying nothing
This nothing ravishes beyond ravishing
There IS this look of love Throne Silent look of love