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Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!
Allen Ginsberg
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Allen Ginsberg
Age: 70 †
Born: 1926
Born: June 3
Died: 1997
Died: April 5
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I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks... or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don't bother about sentences, in sections of two, three or four lines each.
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How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.
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Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
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The first person who really showed me the ugly spirit was Brion Gysin. The ugly spirit shot Joan because . . . and I never found out why. This Brion wrote out on a piece of paper in a sort of trance state.
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The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
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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?
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Recent history is the record of one vast conspiracy to impose one level of mechanical consciousness on mankind.
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We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.
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I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.
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Follow your inner moonlight don't hide the madness.
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I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
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in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
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This is the one and only firmament therefore it is the absolute world. There is no other world. The circle is complete. I am living in Eternity. The ways of this world are the ways of Heaven.
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America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
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The combination of drugs, homosexuality, some good prose recited on screen. . . . In the sweat lodge ceremony we went through, did you get any glimpse of the Ugly Spirit, what that was historically or biographically?
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America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
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You too must seek the sun.
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Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
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The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.
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