What a quote that is. How about this. "Father breath once more farewell, birth you gave was no thing till, my heart is still as time will tell." RIP Allen.
I was sat on a bus on the way home from work one evening in behind an elderly gentleman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Ginsberg, decided to listen to this for the rest of the journey. The next day I received a call from my uncle informing me my father had died suddenly early that morning. Coincidence or not, this piece will be forever linked to that time.
Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn Father Breath once more farewell Birth you gave was no thing ill My heart is still, as time will tell.
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going Father Death, Don't cry any more Mama's there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please mind the store Old Aunty Death I hear your groans Old Uncle Death I see your bones O Sister Death how sweet your moans O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths Pain is gone, tears take the rest Genius Death your art is done Lover Death your body's gone Father Death I'm coming home Guru Death your words are true Teacher Death I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this Blues Buddha Death, I wake with you Dharma Death, your mind is new Sangha Death, we'll work it through Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn Father Breath once more farewell Birth you gave was no thing ill My heart is still, as time will tell.
Genius death your art is done lover death your body's gone. Brings tears to my eyes everytime I hear it. I sang this while they buried my saint of a grandfather. I miss him every day.
I used to love this so much. Ginsberg is just so problematic to me these days. Does anyone else feel this? Ive probably been watching this for 15 years. One of my earliest likes.
I'm sobbing myself over this beautiful song sometime I want to make sure all my friends and family and lovers are okay, and then it gets me hard that I know we'll all be gone and sometimes I feel like I'm far from everyone I love and my girlfriend is sleeping here next to me and I'm crying quietly as listening to Allen on the earphones and I love myself and can't be divided to various places to be with everyone and me, I know I'm right where I want to be but it hurts to know I can bring time to everything and everyone life is beautiful meaningful heartful, I hope to be stronger with every day, and continue changing, and getting out of my comfort zone, and be better for my self and my surroundings, till then I'll continue sobbing on Allen Ginsberg's song.
It was an interview program called "Face To Face". I saw the original broadcast and its subsequent repeat following Allen's passing soon after. It showed what a impressive and decent man Allen truely was.
"Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going Father Death, Don't cry any more Mama's there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please mind the store Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones Old Uncle Death I hear your groans O Sister Death how sweet your moans O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths Pain is gone, tears take the rest
I'm not, the not the biggest fan of Ginsberg, but Father Death Blues always gets me. My reading's that death is in everything, from the father to the children, its presence is pervasive, we can always see the bones and hear [the] groans, but there's still a sweetness to it (How sweet your moans), of course sex is "the little death". but death is also a unifier, beyond the obstacles of body (for the lover) and work (for the genius) is the unity of death, but til then we must "mind the store"
I don't mean to be a troll when I say this, but what does anyone see in Allen Ginsbergs poetry? I'm a big fan of poetry and of one of Ginsbergs peers and close friends, William S. Burroughs, and while I can see some similarities or complaints rather in their work, I feel like Burroughs at least has a message beneath all the lurid and sexual imagery whereas Ginsberg is just shock material. Do any of you actually believe his work to be of value or is he just a one hit wonder with "Howl"? To me Ginsberg is a significant literary figure in the sense that he helped the movement against censorship but once taken out of that context his work is extremely dated and bland. Reading his poem "Sphincter" was just plain stupid and did not give me any reason to believe that this man was a great poet.
+samuel johnson the points not lost by assessing quality. In fact, Ginsberg did it himself when he dismissed poets who used rhyme and meter. If his poetry means something to you on a personal subjective level that's fine, but no literary form is above critique.
+Jackmonster3231 A lot of what he wrote doesn't have any enduring quality, I'll say that much in spite of my respect for him as a public figure. Then again, a few of his poems are fucking up there, America, Howl, Kaddish, Sunflower, and this one are top notch work. No, he's not William Blake, but he made his mark.
The beats are all children of poets William Carlos William, who is the greatest revolutionary of modern poetry with his language adhering to things. He did not preach messages, but praises the being as it is, celebrating life in good times and bad, coming to be moved by a piece of mud, as Tibullus he was moved to a trunk cut into a forest as if it were a sacred thing, because abandoned by all, and for this magnificent
Ginsberg depicted the sexual and crass imagery within his poetry, especially in his later poetry such as Sphincter not simply for shock value. He depicts his body and his decreasing health in the vain of Whitman's later 'geriatric poems'. The body is impermanent and it should not be discussed as a private thing, sheltered from everyone else. Everyone has a body, everyone has organs and genitals. In a Buddhist sense (as he studied Buddhism for many years), the depiction of the body serves as a reminder to us all the we are impermanent, and that we should not feel shame towards our bodies or our sexuality. He also was trying to write about things in the moment, for life is fleeting and death comes to us all. There is no time to shy away from our bodies - our impermanent vehicles which allow us to follow the Dharma path. There is always context to these poems. His poetry in which he depicts his body can not be dated or bland, for it deals with the fact that we all have bodies, and our bodies all die. There is a tone of joy to Sphincter, and a tone of acceptance of our selves, and a sense of bringing the 'private into public' as Ginsberg said. You should read that poem within the collection, where Ginsberg touches upon politics, death, the fragility of life, the openness of the sky... for it is within the context of the whole poetry book that you see the beauty and meaning of the work as a whole, imo.
Huh, is it just me, or did he misquote himself? Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones Old Uncle Death I hear your groans or Old Aunty Death I hear your groans Old Uncle Death I see your bones
Genius Death your art is done Lover Death your body's gone Father Death I'm coming home Guru Death your words are true Teacher Death I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this Blues Buddha Death, I wake with you Dharma Death, your mind is new Sangha Death, we'll work it through Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn Father Breath once more farewell Birth you gave was no thing ill My heart is still, as time will tell."
Yes I think you are correct Sir! It was a revival of a series from the 1960's. I also remember memorable appearances on it by Anthony Burgess, Kirk Bouglas and Bob Monkhouse. All told a mighty fine program!
We read this in class, and listened to this in there the next day, im in english 105, Contemplating literature. Can anyone on here help me to understand what all of these different 'Deaths' are about? Someone suggested this poem is about him dying, but i dont know for sure. what are your ideas on it?
I think it’s less about the kin relationships and more about how to deal with impermanence. I think it acknowledges the suffering that comes from loss, but that can be softened by embracing being. The line “suffering is what was born, ignorance made me forlorn” refers to the first noble truth that all beings suffer but then it gives you an out by shifting perspective.
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
I wish i could 'Heart' this comment!
What a quote that is. How about this. "Father breath once more farewell, birth you gave was no thing till, my heart is still as time will tell." RIP Allen.
Yeah guys this guy was a pedophile all documented just so you know and his poetry sucked shit .....
I was sat on a bus on the way home from work one evening in behind an elderly gentleman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Ginsberg, decided to listen to this for the rest of the journey. The next day I received a call from my uncle informing me my father had died suddenly early that morning. Coincidence or not, this piece will be forever linked to that time.
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death I hear your groans
Old Uncle Death I see your bones
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
My Granny died today, this song flows as I hope the spirits find freedom from their old bones.
for some reason this always makes me cry
me too
Ditto
Every. Single. Time!
Me too.
You should read his poem _Kaddish._
A beautiful song that brings me solace following the passing of my father two days ago. R E Upfold 1947 - 2020.
we were very close.
1992-1994
i got regards from his death bed at the Shambala ceremony after he passed
i love you allen
forever, in pain and light
I love listening to this song, it must be 10 years since I last heard it - thanks!
Another 10 years have passed.
My dad passed away and man this song hits me like crazy now.
Ismael, I know what you mean. I can not listen to this with tearing up.
pure beauty
Oh. Allen, I love you!
Me too
Genius death your art is done lover death your body's gone. Brings tears to my eyes everytime I hear it. I sang this while they buried my saint of a grandfather. I miss him every day.
ginsberg was spoken word's prophet, recording albums as well as appearing with dylan, the clash and others.
A jewel of compassion and culture.
Thank you Allen and casadellapoesia
Who could even dislike this! WHO ARE YOU?!
So beautiful. Thank you so much for posting this. Rest in peace, Allen.
" HOLY HOLY HOLY EVERYTHING IS HOLY " He forgot to say that bout himself ;)
The more I hear this, the better it gets.
I don't know if it's just me ..but the movie Howl did invoke such feelings in me.
Specially this ending.
Ginsberg - you won't be forgotten.
Beautiful Beautiful
my favourite part is: Teacher Death I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this Blues...so ironic
Just seen HOWL and this just had me blubbing at the end of the movie. Thanks for this opportunity to hear it again. Can't find it to download.
I used to love this so much. Ginsberg is just so problematic to me these days. Does anyone else feel this? Ive probably been watching this for 15 years. One of my earliest likes.
rip dad
Love this
I'm sobbing myself over this beautiful song
sometime I want to make sure all my friends and family and lovers are okay, and then it gets me hard that I know we'll all be gone
and sometimes I feel like I'm far from everyone I love and my girlfriend is sleeping here next to me and I'm crying quietly as listening to Allen on the earphones
and I love myself and can't be divided to various places to be with everyone and me, I know I'm right where I want to be but it hurts to know I can bring time to everything and everyone
life is beautiful meaningful heartful, I hope to be stronger with every day, and continue changing, and getting out of my comfort zone, and be better for my self and my surroundings,
till then I'll continue sobbing on Allen Ginsberg's song.
This was such a wonderful way to end Howl.
watched him singing this on tv before he died, kind of sad but also relaxing.
Will we ever see his 'kind' again? Do you think?
10 years later and I'm sure, no.
Wow...beautiful, gentle....
I've had this on repeat for about a half an hour and still going strong. Never has Ginsberg been so mesmerizing.
RIP Allen Ginsberg. You were a genius!
When my dad dies, I am playing this at his funeral. When I die, I want my son to play this song for me :))
Which instrument is he playing? Is it a type of harmonium? He doesn't have to pump as hard as earlier....!
Its an eastern instrument known as the Harmonium.
It was an interview program called "Face To Face". I saw the original broadcast and its subsequent repeat following Allen's passing soon after. It showed what a impressive and decent man Allen truely was.
To answer a few of the questions, he's playing a harmonium.
"Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Spastic!
Ginsberg died the same year I was born :(
Increíble
I'm not, the not the biggest fan of Ginsberg, but Father Death Blues always gets me. My reading's that death is in everything, from the father to the children, its presence is pervasive, we can always see the bones and hear [the] groans, but there's still a sweetness to it (How sweet your moans), of course sex is "the little death". but death is also a unifier, beyond the obstacles of body (for the lover) and work (for the genius) is the unity of death, but til then we must "mind the store"
I don't mean to be a troll when I say this, but what does anyone see in Allen Ginsbergs poetry? I'm a big fan of poetry and of one of Ginsbergs peers and close friends, William S. Burroughs, and while I can see some similarities or complaints rather in their work, I feel like Burroughs at least has a message beneath all the lurid and sexual imagery whereas Ginsberg is just shock material.
Do any of you actually believe his work to be of value or is he just a one hit wonder with "Howl"? To me Ginsberg is a significant literary figure in the sense that he helped the movement against censorship but once taken out of that context his work is extremely dated and bland. Reading his poem "Sphincter" was just plain stupid and did not give me any reason to believe that this man was a great poet.
I love Ginsberg, but I'm also one of those people who believe that if you try to put a value on something like poetry, you've already lost the point.
+samuel johnson the points not lost by assessing quality. In fact, Ginsberg did it himself when he dismissed poets who used rhyme and meter. If his poetry means something to you on a personal subjective level that's fine, but no literary form is above critique.
+Jackmonster3231 A lot of what he wrote doesn't have any enduring quality, I'll say that much in spite of my respect for him as a public figure.
Then again, a few of his poems are fucking up there, America, Howl, Kaddish, Sunflower, and this one are top notch work.
No, he's not William Blake, but he made his mark.
The beats are all children of poets William Carlos William, who is the greatest revolutionary of modern poetry with his language adhering to things. He did not preach messages, but praises the being as it is, celebrating life in good times and bad, coming to be moved by a piece of mud, as Tibullus he was moved to a trunk cut into a forest as if it were a sacred thing, because abandoned by all, and for this magnificent
Ginsberg depicted the sexual and crass imagery within his poetry, especially in his later poetry such as Sphincter not simply for shock value. He depicts his body and his decreasing health in the vain of Whitman's later 'geriatric poems'. The body is impermanent and it should not be discussed as a private thing, sheltered from everyone else. Everyone has a body, everyone has organs and genitals. In a Buddhist sense (as he studied Buddhism for many years), the depiction of the body serves as a reminder to us all the we are impermanent, and that we should not feel shame towards our bodies or our sexuality. He also was trying to write about things in the moment, for life is fleeting and death comes to us all. There is no time to shy away from our bodies - our impermanent vehicles which allow us to follow the Dharma path. There is always context to these poems. His poetry in which he depicts his body can not be dated or bland, for it deals with the fact that we all have bodies, and our bodies all die. There is a tone of joy to Sphincter, and a tone of acceptance of our selves, and a sense of bringing the 'private into public' as Ginsberg said. You should read that poem within the collection, where Ginsberg touches upon politics, death, the fragility of life, the openness of the sky... for it is within the context of the whole poetry book that you see the beauty and meaning of the work as a whole, imo.
Huh, is it just me, or did he misquote himself?
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
or
Old Aunty Death I hear your groans
Old Uncle Death I see your bones
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell."
lindo
@JackOfHearts02 You're looking for a converter, so just search "TH-cam mp3" on Google. Paste the vid URL and click convert to HIGH quality
Yes I think you are correct Sir! It was a revival of a series from the 1960's. I also remember memorable appearances on it by Anthony Burgess, Kirk Bouglas and Bob Monkhouse. All told a mighty fine program!
As a musician, I feel very close to Ginsberg.
@bootboy04 I agree. It's sad. But I've been writing a lot of poetry lately--and we have Ginsberg to thank for that.
Quite amazing, good stuff from an older Ginsberg, thanks for the post..!!!
If anyone has the opportunity, see the HOWL movie, it left me in tears
does anyone have any idea where I could find an mp3 of this recording? Thanks.
@nailedwit Never at his level but his kind still exists!
«Играй, гармонь любимая!»
We read this in class, and listened to this in there the next day, im in english 105, Contemplating literature. Can anyone on here help me to understand what all of these different 'Deaths' are about? Someone suggested this poem is about him dying, but i dont know for sure. what are your ideas on it?
I think it’s less about the kin relationships and more about how to deal with impermanence. I think it acknowledges the suffering that comes from loss, but that can be softened by embracing being. The line “suffering is what was born, ignorance made me forlorn” refers to the first noble truth that all beings suffer but then it gives you an out by shifting perspective.
This is good. Needs a beat tho.
nice...
@Bchabopa A harmonium. :)
What a beauty.
It´s Fucking awesome.
u are, yes u are
really nice....
wonderful!
perfecto