This one comes with a qualifier - "What you are about to view is live footage from the 1990 Miami Bookfair International. The quality may not be pristine but it's a glimpse of the past. It was compiled for the Fair's 30th anniversary in 2013". The Miami Book Fair International was produced and presented by The Center for Literature and Theatre at Miami's Dade College.
This particular reading took place in conjunction with the Beyond Columbus Foundation spotlighting the 1990 winners of their American Book Awards -
Allen & Sonia Sanchez, recipients of their 1990 American Book Awards for Lifetime Achievement
[Sonia Sanchez at the Miami Book Fair, 1990]
[Allen Ginsberg at the Miami Book Fair, 1990]
Allen Ginsberg then comes in, approximately thirty-nine-and-a-half minutes in
AG: "..(and) I have an old friend with me, Glenn Gant [?], who lives here [Gant accompanies Allen, discreetely, throughout the set, alongside Allen on harmonium, playing the trumpet] ... (I) ran into him this afternoon and we played music together. So we'll begin with something of note for the locals, particularly those involved with the CIA and the National Security Agency and dope dealing, Miami being one of the great centers of such activity on the part of the government, as part of its great phony "War on Drugs". It seems to have done nothing more than provide off-the-shelf money for Contras, and other unknown activities, and driven marijuana, and the soft, relatively harmless, drugs off the street, and substituted very cheap cocaine".
Allen then performs a version of his CIA Dope Calypso ("Now Richard Secord and Oliver North/hated Sandinistas whatever they were worth...")
Well, the next war! - [Allen now takes out his aboriginal songsticks] - After the unsuccessful war on dope, I suppose we'll now escalate the horror and get caught in the quicksand of the Middle East. So - Hum Bom! - [Allen performs a rousing version of his poem, Hum Bom! ("Whom bomb?/We bomb them!.. Whom bomb?/We bomb you!)]
Then, "Spot Anger" - ("Allen, when you get angry, you got two choices -/ Konk your head on the floor with words/ Bang the kitchen table, slam taxicab doors/, insult Hotel Omni toilets...."..."konk Mr Temper Tantrum on his green bull noodle & fly off/over Manhattan weaving silver laughter/ round skyscraper spires")
then, Sphincter - ("I hope my good old asshole holds out..!)