Ralph Gibson (b. Jan 16, 1939) is an American photographer who often strays over into the erotic, whether for commercial work, or in the traditional art nude genre, as above
Go here for George Eastman House collection; 201 images (some surprisingly pornographic)
via Ordinary Finds
Allen Ginsberg at that same ‘Beatnik party’ in Chicago, Ill., October 1959 – his hand is fondling the dog Corso is feeding cookies to
(Good art on that wall!)
(Photo: Francis Miller, LIFE)
Gregory Corso w/ milk, cookies, dog & the hand of Allen Ginsberg
(Photo, cropped – Francis Miller, Chicago 1959 – LIFE)
Poets Hitchhiking on the Highway
Of course I tried to tell him
but he cranked his head
without an excuse.
I told him the sky chases
the sun
And he smiled and said:
‘What’s the use.’
I was feeling like a demon
again
So I said: ‘But the ocean chases
the fish.’
This time he laughed
and said: ‘Suppose the
strawberry were
pushed into a mountain.’
After that I knew the
war was on
So we fought:
He said: ‘The apple-cart like a
broomstick-angel
snaps & splinters
old dutch shoes.’
I said: ‘Lightning will strike the old oak
and free the fumes!’
He said: ‘Mad street with no name.’
I said: ‘Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer!’
He said, getting real mad,
‘Firestoves! Gas! Couch!’
I said, only smiling,
‘I know God would turn back his head
if I sat quietly and thought.’
We ended by melting away,
hating the air!
Gregory Corso at a poetry reading, 1959 (Photo: Francis Miller, LIFE)
Perhaps he read them this one, from Gasoline
Last Night I Drove a Car
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
went 120 through one town.
ten percent. Theyre not trying to convince people that have a grain of sense.