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Allen Ginsberg lit un extrait de Supermarket in California 

mardi 11 octobre 2022, par Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) (Date de rédaction antérieure : 27 novembre 2006).

A Supermarket in California

Allen Ginsberg (3 juin 1926 - 5 avril 1997), fut l’un des membres fondateurs de la Beat generation. Il fut l’artisan du rapprochement idéologique entre les Beats des années 1950 et les hippies des années 1960, fédérant autour de lui des hommes comme Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady, William Burroughs et plus tard Bob Dylan.

Ce texte a été lu et enregistré au "Poetry Center" de la "San Francisco State University" le 25 octobre 1956.

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked

down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking

at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon

fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations !

What peaches and what penumbras ! Whole families shopping at

night ! Aisles full of husbands ! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes !

— and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons ?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking

among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.

I heard you asking questions of each : Who killed the pork chops ?

What price bananas ? Are you my Angel ?

I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you,

and followed in my imagination by the store detective.

We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy

tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the


Where are we going, Walt Whitman ? The doors close in a hour.

Which way does your beard point tonight ?

(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and

feel absurd.)

Will we walk all night through solitary streets ? The trees add shade

to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.

Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo-

biles in driveways, home to our silent cottage ?

Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America

did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a

smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of

Lethe ?


A Supermarket in California
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