[Here is a mash-up of Cosmopolitan Greetings, a poem by Allen Ginsberg, and my own commentary in the form of a poem in kind. Every "first" line is Ginsberg's; the line in italics that follows is mine.]
Cosmopolitan Greetings /Greetings From L.A.
Stand up against governments, against God.
Stand up against studios, against independents.
Answer to none.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Speak only to how we live.
Absolutes are coercion.
Don't be coerced by certainties.
Change is absolute.
Change is a certainty.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
The audience is also made of stardust.
Observe what's vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Observe what you see.
Catch yourself thinking.
Put it on the page.
Vividness is self-selecting.
Catch yourself going off.
If we don't show anyone, we're free to write anything.
If you write past all opinions, you can really start to write.
Remember the future.
Then go further.
Advise only yourself.
Who will want to see this, long after you're gone?
Don't drink yourself to death.
Don't get gone any faster than you need to.
Two molecules clanking against each other requires an observer to become scientific data.
Two movies opening against each other don't compete unless computed.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal world after Einstein.
Calibrate your apparatus by percentages, and the word is only worth money.
The universe is subjective.
Not everyone will love you, but someone is ready to hear you.
Howard Hawks celebrated soul.
We Are an observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
We can only look to us for inspiration.
Universe is person.
The audience is a person.
Inside skull vast as outside skull.
Inside character's mind more explosive than head blown-off.
Mind is outer space.
Your mind is big as the biggest screen.
"Each on his bed spoke to himself alone, making no sound."
"Everyone in his own movie, humming his own soundtrack."
First thought, best thought.
First draft, best draft: it's something to change.
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
If the vision is true, the true story will follow.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Narrative tight, sound alive.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Only what need to be spoken.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Meanings within images make sense.
Savor vowels, appreciate consonants.
Savor images, appreciate meanings.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Her rigorously examined truth is valid.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Others can see their lives in what you see.
Candor ends paranoia.
[The preceding post was inspired by the book Conversation Pieces: Poems That Talk to Other Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets series, with a preface by Billy Collins).]