The American Way
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 I am a great American
 I am almost nationalistic about it!
 I love America like a madness!
 But I am afraid to return to America
 I’m even afraid to go into the American Express—
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 They are frankensteining Christ in America
          in their Sunday campaigns
 They are putting the fear of Christ in America
          under their tents in their Sunday campaigns
 They are driving old ladies mad with Christ in America
 They are televising the gift of healing and the fear of hell
          in America under their tents in their Sunday   
          campaigns
 They are leaving their tents and are bringing their Christ
          to the stadiums of America in their Sunday
          campaigns
 They are asking for a full house an all get out
          for their Christ in the stadiums of America
 They are getting them in their Sunday and Saturday   
          campaigns
 They are asking them to come forward and fall on their
          knees
          because they are all guilty and they are coming
          forward
          in guilt and are falling on their knees weeping their   
          guilt
          begging to be saved O Lord O Lord in their Monday   
          Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
          and Sunday campaigns
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 It is a time in which no man is extremely wondrous   
 It is a time in which rock stupidity
          outsteps the 5th Column as the sole enemy in America
 It is a time in which ignorance is a good Ameri-cun   
          ignorance is excused only where it is so   
          it is not so in America
 Man is not guilty   Christ is not to be feared
 I am telling you the American Way is a hideous monster   
          eating Christ   making Him into Oreos and Dr. Pepper   
          the sacrament of its foul mouth
 I am telling you the devil is impersonating Christ in America   
 America’s educators & preachers are the mental-dictators
          of false intelligence   they will not allow America
          to be smart
          they will only allow death to make America smart   
 Educators & communicators are the lackeys of the   
          American Way
 They enslave the minds of the young
          and the young are willing slaves (but not for long)   
          because who is to doubt the American Way   
          is not the way?
 The duty of these educators is no different   
          than the duty of a factory foreman
 Replica production   make all the young think alike   
          dress alike   believe alike   do alike
 Togetherness   this is the American Way
 The few great educators in America are weak & helpless   
 They abide   and so uphold the American Way
 Wars have seen such men   they who despised things about
          them
          but did nothing   and they are the most dangerous   
 Dangerous because their intelligence is not denied   
          and so give faith to the young
          who rightfully believe in their intelligence   
 Smoke this cigarette doctors smoke this cigarette   
          and doctors know
 Educators know   but they dare not speak their know   
 The victory that is man is made sad in this fix   
 Youth can only know the victory of being born
          all else is stemmed   until death be the final victory
          and a merciful one at that
 If America falls it will be the blame of its educators   
          preachers   communicators   alike
 America today is America’s greatest threat
 We are old when we are young
 America is always new   the world is always new   
 The meaning of the world is birth not death
 Growth gone in the wrong direction
 The true direction grows ever young
 In this direction what grows grows old
 A strange mistake   a strange and sad mistake   
          for it has grown into an old thing
          while all else around it is new
 Rockets will not make it any younger—
 And what made America decide to grow?
 I do not know   I can only hold it to the strangeness in man   
 And America has grown into the American Way—
 To be young is to be ever purposeful   limitless   
 To grow is to know limit   purposelessness
 Each age is a new age
 How outrageous it is that something old and sad
          from the pre-age incorporates each new age—
 Do I say the Declaration of Independence is old?
 Yes I say what was good for 1789, is not good for 1960   
 It was right and new to say all men were created equal
          because it was a light then
 But today it is tragic to say it
          today it should be fact—
 Man has been on earth a long time
 One would think with his mania for growth
          he would, by now, have outgrown such things as   
          constitutions manifestos codes commandments   
          that he could well live in the world without them   
          and know instinctively how to live and be   
          —for what is being but the facility to love?
 Was not that the true goal of growth, love?
 Was not that Christ?
 But man is strange and grows where he will
          and chalks it all up to Fate   whatever be—
 America rings with such strangeness
 It has grown into something strange and
          the American is good example of this mad growth   
 The boy man   big baby meat
          as though the womb were turned backwards   
          giving birth to an old man
 The victory that is man does not allow man
          to top off his empirical achievement with death   
 The Aztecs did it by yanking out young hearts
          at the height of their power
 The Americans are doing it by feeding their young to the   
          Way
 For it was not the Spaniard who killed the Aztec
          but the Aztec who killed the Aztec
 Rome is proof   Greece is proof   all history is proof   
 Victory does not allow degeneracy
 It will not be the Communists will kill America
          no   but America itself—
 The American Way   that sad mad process
          is not run by any one man or organization   
 It is a monster born of itself   existing of its self
 The men who are employed by this monster
          are employed unknowingly
 They reside in the higher echelons of intelligence   
 They are the educators the psychiatrists the ministers
          the writers the politicians the communicators
          the rich the entertainment world
 And some follow and sing the Way because they sincerely   
          believe it to be good
 And some believe it holy and become minutemen in it   
 Some are in it simply to be in
 And most are in it for gold
 They do not see the Way as monster
 They see it as the “Good Life”
 What is the Way?
 The Way was born out of the American Dream   
          a nightmare—
 The state of Americans today compared to the Americans   
          of the 18th century proves the nightmare—
 Not Franklin not Jefferson who speaks for America today   
          but strange red-necked men of industry   
          and the goofs of show business
 Bizarre! Frightening! The Mickey Mouse sits on the throne   
          and Hollywood has a vast supply—
 Could grammar school youth seriously look upon
          a picture of George Washington and “Herman Borst”   
          the famous night club comedian together at Valley   
          Forge?
 Old old and decadent   gone the dignity
          the American sun seems headed for the grave
 O that youth might raise it anew!
 The future depends solely on the young   
 The future is the property of the young   
 What the young know the future will know   
 What they are and do the future will be and do   
 What has been done must not be done again   
 Will the American Way allow this?   
 No.
 I see in every American Express
          and in every army center in Europe
          I see the same face the same sound of voice
          the same clothes the same walk   
 I see mothers & fathers
          no difference among them
 Replicas
 They not only speak and walk and think alike   
          they have the same face!
 What did this monstrous thing?
 What regiments a people so?
 How strange is nature’s play on America   
 Surely were Lincoln alive today
          he could never be voted President   not with his   
          looks—
 Indeed Americans are babies all in the embrace
          of Mama Way
 Did not Ike, when he visited the American Embassy in
          Paris a year ago, say to the staff—“Everything is fine,   
          just drink Coca Cola, and everything will be all right.”   
          This is true, and is on record
 Did not American advertising call for TOGETHERNESS?   
          not orgiasticly like today’s call   
          nor as means to stem violence   
          This is true, and is on record.
 Are not the army centers in Europe ghettos?   
          They are, and O how sad   how lost!
 The PX newsstands are filled with comic books
 The army movies are always Doris Day   
 What makes a people huddle so?   
 Why can’t they be universal?
 Who has smalled them so?
 This is serious! I do not mock or hate this
          I can only sense some mad vast conspiracy!   
 Helplessness is all it is!
 They are caught   caught in the Way—
 And those who seek to get out of the Way   
          can not
 The Beats are good example of this   
 They forsake the Way’s habits
          and acquire for themselves their own habits
 And they become as distinct and regimented and lost
          as the main flow
          because the Way has many outlets
          like a snake of many tentacles—
 There is no getting out of the Way
 The only way out is the death of the Way
 And what will kill the Way but a new consciousness   
 Something great and new and wonderful must happen
          to free man from this beast
 It is a beast we can not see or even understand
 For it be the condition of our minds
 God how close to science fiction it all seems!
 As if some power from another planet
          incorporated itself in the minds of us all
 It could well be!
 For as I live I swear America does not seem like America   
          to me
 Americans are a great people
 I ask for some great and wondrous event
          that will free them from the Way
          and make them a glorious purposeful people once   
          again
 I do not know if that event is due   deserved
          or even possible
 I can only hold that man is the victory of life
 And I hold firm to American man
 I see standing on the skin of the Way
          America   to be as proud and victorious as St.   
          Michael on the neck of the fallen Lucifer—
                
                    
                        Gregory Corso, “The American Way” from Elegiac Feelings American. Copyright © 1970 by Gregory Corso. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
                    
                
            
                                                
                        
                            
                    
                        Source:
                        Mindfield: New and Selected Poems
                                                                                                                                                                    (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1989)