Manuscript of poetry by Gregory Corso. From the Arts Voyager Archive and the 2016 BeatGeneration exhibition at the Centre Pompidou in Paris.
Bomb
by Gregory Corso Copyright Gregory Corso
Bomb, You are as cruel as man makes you and you’re no crueler than cancer. All man hates you. They’d rather die by car crash lightning drowning falling off a roof electric chair heart attack old age old age. Oh bomb, they’d rather die by anything but you. Death’s finger is freelance; not up to man whether you boom or not. Death has long since distributed its categorical blue.
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Contact Paul Ben-Itzak at artsvoyager@gmail.com. Paul Ben-Itzak was educated at San Francisco's Mission High School, the San Francisco Center for Theater Training, and Princeton University, where he studied with Robert Fagles, Joyce Carol Oates, Ellen Chances, and Lucinda Franks. Also at Princeton, he was founding managing editor of the Nassau Weekly and began contributing to the New York Times, Reuters, the Associated Press, Atlantic City Press, and many others, later writing for the Arts & Liesure section of the Times. As a San Francisco-based correspondent for Reuters, he was one of the first reporters to cover the AIDS crisis, also covering the arts, the tech sector, and the financial markets. In 1998, he co-founded the leading international arts journal The Dance Insider & Arts Voyager (http://www.danceinsider.com ) and, later, Art Investment News (http://www.artinvestmentnews.com). Paul has also worked as a DJ, children's theater teacher and playwright, and made his debut as an actor on the New York stage in 2011, playing Weston in Sam Shepard's "Curse of the Starving Class."
To date, Paul has translated the sketches of Boris Vian, reviews of theater performances , French tourism sites, and research proposals and articles from CNRS and other researchers. His editing work includes dissertation level papers.
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