To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness. — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
There should be no distinction between what we write down, and what we really know. — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
The actual materials are important... A book at the nightstand is important-a light you can get at-or a flashlight as Kerouac had… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
The combination of drugs, homosexuality, some good prose recited on screen. . . . In the sweat lodge ceremony we went through,… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom,… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
I really would like to stop working forever–never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now–and do… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
“Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
It means abandoning being a poet, abandoning your careerism, abandoning even the idea of writing any poetry, really abandoning, giving up as… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
The parts that embarrass you the most are usually the most interesting poetically, are usually the most naked of all, the rawest,… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked... who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
“I'm with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
“Slaves of Plastic! Leather-shoe chino-pants prisoners! Haircut junkies! Dacron-shiffers!” — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
I was putting on a stiff upper lip and trying to fulfill the obligations I thought were demanded of me, taking over my father's… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
“with my fucking suave manners and knowitall, eyes, and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious, in this… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the barren air,… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
The desire to have power dissolves. The desire to dominate people for love dissolves. On the other hand, it's a relief to realize you… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
“Central Intelligence cutting Meo opium fields! China Lobby copping poppies in Burma! How long this Addict government support our oil-burner matter-habit” — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
“Forty feet long sixty feet high hotel Covered with old gray for buzzing flies Eye like mango flowing orange pus Ears Durga people vomiting… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
“Burroughs ... his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars.” — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share
