Don’t Hate On Love

I had just pulled into a parking space at Raley’s. I was going to check out the weinermobile. A bright shiny new version of the one the oldsters among us will remember from our childhood.

The Weinermoble attendents, gregarious girls on a marathon weinie tour, were handing out glow-in-the-dark weinie whistles. First, though, they made you sing the Oscar Mayer weinie song, raise your hands in the air and dance a little jig.

Normally, I would have enjoyed the chance to sing and dance a jig but the weinie whistles were defintely undersize and I was feeling really brought down by the woman who had been in the parking space next to me.

She had unpacked an infant. Got the child, in its carrier-style car seat, safely into a grocery cart and then strolled closer to the massive orange and yellow schlong-shaped vehicle.

I had noticed a Yes on 8 sticker on the back of her mini van. It was like a slap on the face.

Here was a woman who had newly experienced the miracle of family. She was someone who was probably secure in a marriage, just starting to grow a clan of her own, yet she felt entitled, probably because of her religious beliefs, to deny that same security and feeling of familial warmth and love to others.

Because of a fear enplanted in her by teachings, probably labeled Christian, she can’t deal with ever having to explain to her young children that two men or two women can truly love one another because they are human and that is what humans do.

 The inspiration for those teachings originated in the actions, long ago, of a radical man. He railed against the beliefs of his times. From what I’ve read he advocated the over-throw of all forms of restraint and enslavement — family, money, government, old superstitious religious beliefs.

He told people that they, like he, possessed the power and spirit of god within themselves. All beings are worthy and are united in that inner spiritual empowerment. Because of this unification in the spirit he claimed that whatever mistreatment, callousness or acts of hate were enacted on others were also done to him (and to the whole of humanity). 

Hell, he was attended to by a earnest collection of male groupies who loved him desperately.

Over all these years between the time when a radical Jesus walked the earth and talked about real power and spirit and empathy and now, when powermongering religious leader relay a distorted version of Christianity to their acquisitive, judgemental fold, we have lost that meaning –> be radical and true and dare to love one another and accept everyone because they are just as righteous in the eyes of the spirit. That loss makes me so sad. 

Love and acceptance, the vision of the whole of us as holy, that is the most powerful thing that we can give.

Those who vote Yes on 8 are voting to deny the pleasure of officially sanctioned, legally protected marriage to other human beings.

Christians, or any other religious group that oppose marriage between same sex partners are tamping down the blossom of LOVE and Would they not agree that GOD is LOVE?

That little child in the carrier may grow up to be gay, mom. Where is your heart? What would Jesus do?

Would he accept your gay child into his loving arms?

Allen Ginsberg got it. He embraced all of humanity if not physically (though he did get around) then, for sure, metaphysically.

I invoke Allen Ginsberg’s poem Howl. It is radical and full of love for all of humanity.

From Howl wiki: The closing section of the poem is the “Footnote”, characterized by its repetitive ‘Holy!’ mantra, an ecstatic assertion that everything is holy. It can be read as the antithesis of Part II. Ginsberg says, “I remembered the archetypal rhythm of Holy Holy Holy weeping in a bus on Kearny Street, and wrote most of it down in notebook there … I set it as Footnote to Howl because it was an extra variation of the form of Part II”.[4]

Disclaimer: This poem was officially determined to NOT BE PORNOGRAPHIC by a court of the United States.

Footnote To Howl

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an
The bum’s as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!

 The entire text of Howl and a recording of Ginsberg reading it are here.

       More Ginsberg poems.


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