Quotes by Allen Ginsberg
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Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!
I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.
America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.
Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart
When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.
America, why are your libraries full of tears?
Whoever controls the media--the images--controls the culture.
Because systems of mass communication can communicate only officially acceptable levels of reality, no one can know the extent of the secret unconscious life. No one in America can know what will happen. No one is in real control.
This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by...
Toward education marriage nervous breakdown, operation, teaching school, and learning to be mad, in a dream—what is this life?
Ai! ai! we do worse! We are in a fix! And you're out, Death let you out, Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with Go...
America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?...
Fortunately art is a community effort—a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the...
what can he do to escape that fatal Mama—
All the accumulations of life, that wear us out—clocks, bodies, consciousness, shoe, breasts—begotten sons—your Communism—'Parano...
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.
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