Allen Ginsberg Quotes - Page 6

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it

No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.

Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.

It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

Many seek and never see, anyone can tell them why. O they weep and O they cry and never take until they try unless they try it in their sleep and never some until they die. I ask many, they ask me. This is a great mystery.

You can't photograph everything.

I like the image of The Old Man and the Sea, of striving and succeeding but finding that the success was ghost success. In other words, in the long run, after a certain age, the motives for success, pride or oppressing people or getting power.

If you want to make order, put your own heart in order, and, having put one's heart in order, one can regulate the family order.

Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.

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?

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.

I'm an old man now, and a lonesome man in Kansas / but not afraid / to speak my lonesomeness in a car, / because not only my lonesomeness / it's Ours, all over America, / O tender fellows --/ & spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy / in the moon 100 years ago or in / the middle of Kansas now.

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

Bob Dylan's one of the greatest blues singers of the western world; ancient art, on-the-spot improvisation, mind quickness, endless variation, classical formulae, prophetic vision, mighty wind-horse.

You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening. If you're grasping to get your own voice, you're making a strained attempt to talk, so it's a matter of just listening to yourself as you sound when you're talking about something that's intensely important to you.

America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.

I've got enough money to live where I want, but I don't want to move.Go out and have sexual adventures in Burma.

All these books are published in Heaven.

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

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.

Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!