Ginsberg to Gumby in Internet seconds. I think I need a transition nap.

Gotta have a voice for poetry, not just an ear. I start out this afternoon playing some selections that just don’t make it and go hunting for free Allen Ginsberg and find some at I play C’mon Pigs of Western Civilization Eat more Grease and H.o.p., left cold by my earlier selections elsewhere (so was I) listens, caught up by Ginsberg’s voice.

He gets it as only a 7 year old can.

“MMMMMMMMM,” he says after a few seconds.

“MMMMMMMMMM. Yummmmmmmmmmm,” he says, eyes bright, looking at me like, hey, I get this.

And I’m thinking, well, he’s seven, he’s not going to get the point of this listing of foods, one after another, the gluttonous grotesqueness of it all with Ginsberg gushing gourmet greedy. I just smile and nod my head.

“MMMMMMMMMM. Yummmmmmmmmmmmm,” he says again, enthusiastic.

Then suddenly he switches about mid way through. Around the time we hit, “Rice.” Just before we hit, “Rice.”

“Ewwww. YUCK!” he says, every bit as enthusiastic, big grin.




Yes, I go back and listen again and it was exactly half-way through, right before, “Rice” that H.o.p. switched and said, “YUCK! EEEWWW!”

I figure that’s enough Ginsberg for a seven-year-old for a day. Time for Gumby. He has been studying Gumby for several days now, watching the clips over and over with clay in hand, shaping forms as he watches the Gumby forms shaped. Pillars, balls, pyramids, cubes. And we now have several Blockheads. And Gumbys. And Prickles.

He was once a little green slab of clay,
You should see what can Gumby can do today,

He can walk into any book
with his pony pal Pokey too.
If you’ve got a heart
than Gumby’s a part of you!


“Is Gumby a part of me?” H.o.p. asks.

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Juli Kearns

Juli Kearns is the author of Thunderbird and the Ball of Twine and Unending Wonders of a Subatomic World (or) In Search of the Great Penguin. She is also an artist/photographer, and the person behind the web alter of "Idyllopus Press".

4 thoughts on “Ginsberg to Gumby in Internet seconds. I think I need a transition nap.”

  1. Somewhere on the web once I found a site where Ginsberg was playing his harmonium and chanting a Buddhist or Hindu mantra loudly and hypnotically for, I dunno, a long time. It was kind of pleasing to listen to, in an odd way.

  2. “Is Gumby a part of me?”

    Damn, that’s cute.

    I was pretty attached to Gumby when I was h.o.p.’s age, and I still smile when I think of him and Pokey disappearing in those books.

    Yep, he’s a part of me, too.

    P.S. Claymation rocks. Except for Davey and Goliath. Well, Goliath is okay, despite his poor judgment in owners. But who would’ve ever believed the rest of Davey’s family would have successfully taken over America by the new millenium?

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