Quotes from Allen Ginsberg

me being no one in the air nothing but clouds in the moonlight with humans fucking underneath… .

Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the Universe how am I chosen In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your Mercy.

America, I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Balanceándose y rodando en la banca de la soledad de medianoche reinos dolmen del amor, sueño de la vida de una pesadilla, cuerpos convertidos en piedra tan pesada como la luna

I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.

An Eastern Ballad I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.

The Night-Apple Last night I dreamed of one I loved for seven long years, but I saw no face, only the familiar presence of the body: sweat skin eyes feces urine sperm saliva all one odor and mortal taste.

The most important thing about dreams is the existence in them of magical emotions, to which waking consciousness is not ordinarily sentient. Awe of vast constructions; familiar eternal halls of buildings; sexual intensity in rapport; deathly music; grief awakenings, perfected lodgings.

The poetry is like a rhythmic articulation of feeling." —Allen Ginsberg

I write poetry because my genes and chromosomes fall in love with young men not young women.

but I will die only for poetry, that will save the world

with your eyes/with your Death full of Flowers.

All the accumulations of life, that wear us out - clocks, bodies, consciousness, shoes, breasts - begotten sons - your Communism - Paranoia into hospitals.

Now I'm an old man and I won't live another 20 years maybe not another 20 weeks, maybe the next second I'll be carried off to rebirth the worm farm, maybe it's already happened- How should I know, says Allen Ginsberg Maybe I've been dreaming all along-

A word on Academies; poetry has been attacked by an ignorant & frightened bunch of bores who don't understand how it's made, & the trouble with these creeps is they wouldn't know Poetry if it came up and buggered them in broad daylight.

I wake up in the morning with a dream in my eyes

Heaven balanced on a grassblade

I'm not sorry (America)

I'm with you in Rockland where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won't let us sleep

I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.

La generación Beat es sobre todo un movimiento espiritual.

My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right. I won't say the Lord's Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.

I'll get drunk & give no shit, & not be a Messiah. - New York to San Fran

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself (I am large, I contain multitudes.)