what_use_is_poetry
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
USES
OF
POETRY
by
Lawrence
Ferlinghetti
So
what
is
the
use
of
poetry
these
days
What
use
it
What
good
is
it
these
days
and
nights
in
the
Age
of
Autogeddon
in
which
poetry
is
what
has
been
paved
over
to
make
a
freeway
for
armies
of
the
night
as
in
that
palm
paradiso
just
north
of
Nicaragua
where
promises
made
in
the
plazas
will
be
betrayed
in
the
back
country
or
in
the
so
-green
fields
of
the
Concord Naval
Weapons
Station
where
armed
trains
run
over
green
protesters
where
poetry
is
made
important
by
its
absence
the
lack
of
love
in
a
bed
at
midnight
or
lack
of
light
at
high
noon
in
the
not
-so-White
House
For
even
bad
poetry
has
relevance
for
what
it
does
not
say
for
what
it
leaves
out
Yes
what
of
the
sun
streaming
down
in
the
meshes
of
morning
what
of
white
nights
and
mouths
of
desire
lips
saying
Lulu Lulu
over
and
over
and
all
things
born
with
wings
that
sing
and
far
far
cries
upon
a
beach
at
nightfall
and
light
that
ever
was
on
land
and
sea
and
caverns measured
out
by
man
where
once
the
sacred
rivers
ran
near
cities
by
the
sea
through
which
we
walk
and
wander
absently
astounded
constantly
by
the
mad
spectacle
of
existence
and
all
these
talking
animals
on
wheels
heroes
and
heroines
with
a
thousand
eyes
with
bent
hearts
and
hidden
oversouls
with
no
more
myths
to
call
their
own
constantly
astounded
as
I
am
still
by
these
bare
-face bipeds
in
clothes
these
stand
-up tragedians
pale
idols
in
the
night
streets
trance
-dancers
in
the
dust
of
the
Last
Waltz
in
this
time
of
gridlock Autogeddon
where
the
voice
of
the
poet
still
sounds
distantly
the
voice
of
the
Fourth
Person
Singular
the
voice
within
the
voice
of
the
turtle
the
face
behind
the
face
of
the
race
a
book
of
light
at
night
the
very
voice
of
life
as
Whitman
heard
it
a
wild
soft
laughter
(
ah
but
to
free
it
still
from
the
word
-processor
of
the
mind
!)
And
I
am
a
reporter
for
a
newspaper
on
another
planet
come
to
file
a
down
-to-earth
story
of
the
What
When
Where
How
and
Why
of
this
astounding
life
down
here
and
of
the
strange
clowns
in
control
of
it
the
curious
clowns
in
control
of
it
with
hands
upon
the
windowsills
of
dread
demonic mills
casting
their
own
dark
shadows
into
the
earth's
great
shadow
in
the
end
of
time
unseen
in
the
supreme
hashish
of
our
dream
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