There was a time when I was fairly enchanted by my own “intelligence.” This time crossed over my creative writing class. We read many 20th century American poets in that class, among them this fellow—Philip Whalen. I do not pretend to have any idea what this poem is about. But it is not well-written. Even for a Beatnik.
“Further Notice” by Philip Whalen
I can’t live in this world
And I refuse to kill myself
Or let you kill me
The dill plant lives, the airplane
My alarm clock, this ink
I won’t go away
I shall be myself—
Free, a genius, an embarrassment
Like the Indian, the buffalo
Like Yellowstone National Park.