the "queer shoulder to the wheel" challenge

Allen, baby, why so jaded?
Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?

    -- 10,000 Maniacs

Stories written to the accompaniment of the poetry of Allen Ginsberg. See the original signup page here. Thank you so much to everyone who participated and wrote such wonderful stories!

Tomilee

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
-- A Desolation

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Talking To Myself
Lily

Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious.
     Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
-- America

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Lia

I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
-- America

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Does Anybody Remember Iron Maiden
Mira

--how inspired
to be so lying in the living
     room drunk naked
and dreaming, in the absence
     of electricity...
-- An Asphodel

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CJ

If we don't show anyone, we're free to write anything.
-- Cosmopolitan Greetings

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The Baffled King
SarahQ

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!
-- Footnote to Howl

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Hederahelix

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out
if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had
a vision to find out Eternity
--Howl

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SA

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intel-
ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con-
fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
of thought in his naked and endless head,
-- Howl

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A Bus To Ride
WithDiamonds

looking for a bus to ride us back home to Eternity
where the heart was left and farewell tears
began.
--In The Baggage Room At Greyhound

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Please Master
Synecdochic

please master can I can I kiss your ankles and soul
--Please Master

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jksladder

The weight of the world
     is love.
Under the burden
     of solitude,
under the burden
     of dissatisfaction

     the weight,
the weight we carry
     is love.
--Song

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A Butterfly's Dream
Icebun and Pablo

You'll come fast or come on slow just the same you'll never know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
--When The Light Appears

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