“There's a guy, Anatole Broyard, of the N. Y. Times Book Review, who's still chasing Kerouac's corpse with a stiletto.” — 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
