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Allen Ginsberg

  • Andreea Elenaцитирует2 месяца назад
    Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.

    William Carlos Williams
  • trexцитирует2 года назад
    Say what you will, he proves to us, in spite of the most debasing experiences that life can offer a man, the spirit of love survives to ennoble our lives if we have the wit and the courage and the faith—and the art! to persist.
  • trexцитирует2 года назад
    We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels. This poet sees through and all around the horrors he partakes of in the very intimate details of his poem. He avoids nothing but experiences it to the hilt. He contains it. Claims it as his own—and, we believe, laughs at it and has the time and affrontery to love a fellow of his choice and record that love in a well-made poem. Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

    a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon

    yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,

    whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,

    who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for an Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors,
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

    to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,

    the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,
  • trexцитируетв прошлом году
    with the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
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