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BEAT ANGEL BLUES
To Harold Norse
by Valery Oisteanu
The cosmic hustler
is now a pure spirit
And so are the masters of the Dream-machine
Norse continues to whisper from the great beyond
Howling, and writing the story of his crazy karma
O! Hollow America! Hollow America
The harder one hits, the deeper the sound
In the passage underground
The virtual museum of the Beats
They who have forgotten you so soon
Omission accomplished
Tears drop as red petals off a rose
All roses cry, I wanna die! I wanna die!
There are no degrees of separation
Between him and Ira Cohen
Between him and Leonard Cohen
Between Corso and Norso
His ghost still haunts the island of Hydra
Sex and Marijuana evenings with Zina
Her spirit reincarnated in Harold
Where he performs in the Café Purgatory
For the hip elite of the Generation Beat
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