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    November 23

    Morris Dickstein:Gates of Eden--American Culture in the Sixties

    The motorcycle black madonna
    Two-wheeled gypsy queen
    And her silver-studded phantom cause
    The gray flannel dwarf to scream
    And he weeps to wicked birds of prey
    Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
    And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
     
    The kingdoms of Experience
    In the precious wind they rot
    While paupers change possessions
    Each one wishing for what the other has got
    And the princess and the prince
    Discuss what's real and what is not
    It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
     
    The foreign sun, it squints upon
    A bed that is never mine
    As friends and other strangers
    From their fates try to resign
    Leaving men wholly, totally free
    To do anything they wish to do but die
    And there are no trails inside the Gates of Eden
     
    At dawn my lover comes to me
    And tells me of her dreams
    With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
    Into the ditch of what each one means
    At times I think there are no words
    But these to tell what's true
    And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden