Now there's a name to be reckoned with when it comes to mid-20th century literature: Allen Ginsberg. Think of him, think of Kerouac...think of the Beat Generation.
At the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry said: "As an icon of the Beats, Ginsberg was involved in countless political activities, including protests against the Vietnam War, and he spoke openly about issues that concerned him, such as free speech and gay rights agendas."
Of course, these topics aren't shocking in 2013, but they were whispered about, if spoken about at all in the 1950s and 60s, I know.
Yes, ma'am, I have a rant. Indeed I do. I hope Ginsberg would have liked it. I know he might have liked the first two stanzas, and I think he would have agreed with me.
we’re an endangered species, man,
we just have to face it
this world soon will be destroyed
Mankind will erase it
animals, they’re not digging wells
for oil, and they’re not fracking!
brains to see what Man has done...
that’s what Man is lacking!
debates rage on
and we’ll still be debating
when oil’s all gone
and Earth’s shut down—
now where’s your octane rating?
way back in the 19th century, man,
but gas was cheaper,
carrying the grim reaper
sure, solar power's
expensive to install
but dig that geothermal...
man, it’s nearly cheap as gas
and when apocalypse comes to pass
we’ll be glad
we didn’t have
a backyard nuclear reactor
right now so many power sources
(except sled dogs, and carriage horses)
can kill us all
if they shut down
or blow us up
and we’re the clowns
for allowing the powers-that-be
to produce our electricity
by burning natural gas
Kipling knew it in 1907,
man, he didn’t say
“Alberta is heaven”
he said the city
near our house
Note: the electricity in our house is produced in Medicine Hat, next to the South Saskatchewan River, using the reserves of natural gas under the ground.