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10 March 2008, by Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997)
Reading at the Poetry Center, San Francisco State University February 27, 1959
I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two days
Called up old Reichian analyst who’d kicked me out of therapy for smoking marijuana ’It’s happened’ I panted ’There’s a Lion in my living room’ ’I’m afraid any discussion would have no value’ he hung up (...)