When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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Bravo! A sympathetic self-portrait/eulogy, though the self-as-subject-type expressionism would boggle even Whitman. Lots of good characterizations, here; lots of nice ghostly evocations; lots of nicely palpable sensual data. Creating a sympathetic self- the geist of the poem- is perhaps Ginsberg's forte. Curiosly observant of the tradition wherein the deceased is visited by 'presences' with whom he interacted. Only natural, I suppose.
Nice poem! Lots of sensual and vibrant emotions infused in 1 long self-eulogy! Daring and intimate...
A very frank stream of thoughts about his death and funeral. I like it being at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Or was it St. Mark's Synagogue (more likely for the Jewish poet) . He talks of affairs with young men, which few other poets would do. I agree that his poetry is witty, 'his poetry humor saved me /from suicide hospitals'. Brilliant.