“Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“Slaves of Plastic! Leather-shoe chino-pants prisoners! Haircut junkies! Dacron-shiffers!” — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
