What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

Allen Ginsberg


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who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

Allen Ginsberg


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What came is gone forever every time

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés kaddish-sadness-longing



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Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.

Allen Ginsberg


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one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés poetry



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What is obscenity? And to whom?

Allen Ginsberg


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We talk about our assholes. We talk about our cocks. We talk about who we fucked last night, or who we’re gonna fuck tomorrow…Everyone tells one’s friends about that, right? So the question is, what happens when you make a distinction between what you tell your friends and what you tell your muse? The trick is to break down that distinction, to approach your muse as frankly as you would talk to yourself, or to your friends. It’s the ability to commit to writing, to write the same way you are.

Allen Ginsberg


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A naked lunch is natural to us
We eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don't hide the madness.

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés artistic-endeavor



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Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.

Allen Ginsberg

Mots clés poetry beauty perspective vision hope poets angels eyes sight



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We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed
by our own seed

Allen Ginsberg


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