Allen Ginsberg X Walt Whitman

“Influencia de Walt Whitman em Allen Ginsberg”

As obras de Walt Whitman influencio vários outros autores posteriores ( e contemporaneos) à ele que se identificarm com sua crítica social aboradando temas como metafísica e filosofia, taboo sexual e poítica. Seu livro d epoemas “Leaves of Grass” se assemelha, na forma, ao que Allen Ginsberg escrevera em o “Uivo para Carl Solomon” - 'howl for Carl Solomon”.
Ambos escritos em versos livres, sem métrica, mas com qualidades visionárias. Como na literartura há um senso comum de ideias para concretizar - porém,sem demonstrar a totalidade de pensamento de uma inspiração sendo impossível de contrariar essa perspectiva – um pensamento

Allen fez, nada mais nada menos que Whitman fez com seu antecessor William Blake; uma construção de identidade corporal - no poema que fica claro em uma primeira leitura - a partir de um aprendizado anterior. A reiteração de palavras tanto em Whitman como em Allen nessas duas obras abordadas acima é clara:
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war, (Howl for Carl solomon, Allen Ginsberg)
Nota-se a repetição de “who” nos versos acima e:
It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that pee`d in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with bitterness worse than gall, Nor him in the poor house tubercled by run and bad disorder,..
(Song of Myself, Walt Whitman, pt 43)
a repetição de “Nor”. Como uma reinteração, por assim dizer, formando um padrão mas continuando como Verso livre.Ainda podemos fazer um paralelo do Whitman
e Ginsberg nos livros de ambos respectivos: Leaves of Grass, de Whitman, onde a
natureza individual era focada e também sua relação com a sociedade, sem
valorizar tanto seu próprios valores e sua poesia. Ele apunhalava, com extrema
honestidade, questões difíceis e inteligentes. Allen Ginsberg não menos fez
semelhante analise escrevendo sobre a complexidade do ser, drogas moral social
e sexo na America.
Alguns poemas do Leaves of Grass de Whitman
e, este especificamente abaixo, “Supermarket in California” de Allen Ginsberg mostra-nos isso:

  Supermarket in California

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, Garcia 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 cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an 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 automobiles 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?

(Berkeley, 1955 , by Allen ginsberg)
By Denilson Santos

By Denilson Santos