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Would they like to make any comment? 'Yes," said Corso. "Fried shoes. Like it means nothing. It's all a big laughing bowl and we're caught in it. A scary laughing bowl." Added Gregory Corso, with the enigmatic quality of a true Beatnik: "Don't shoot the wart hog." Chimed in Allen Ginsberg: "My mystical shears snip snip snip...
Hollyhocks & Daisies. The trio was an instant hit with the literary upper crust. There was in fact only one unbeliever in the crowd, one William Haskins, instructor in English at Northwestern University. Demanded Corso: "Man, why are you knocking the way I talk? I don't knock the way you talk. You don't know about the hollyhocks." Replied Haskins: "If you're going to be irrelevant, you might as well be irrelevant about hollyhocks." Countered Corso: "Man, this is a drag. You're nothing but a creep-a creep! But I don't care...
...hell it is," snorted Haskins. "What kind of expression is that?" shouted Corso. "Don't you know that hell is passe...
...Gregory Corso, said Gregory Corso, "and I'm not crazy...
...evening's end Peter Orlovsky was in tears because his chum Ginsberg was getting so much attention. Gently, Ginsberg and Corso took Orlovsky back to their borrowed apartment, put him to sleep-or more properly, down on his pad. Then Ginsberg and a bearded friend hit the streets, walked till 6 a.m., talking about their mothers. It was all fried shoes. Like it means nothing. And this week they will do it all over again, by popular demand, at Columbia University in Manhattan...