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1 " Should I get married? Should I be good? "
― Gregory Corso ,
2 " Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power. "
― Gregory Corso
3 " Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates! All streaming into cozy hotels All going to do the same thing tonight The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen The lobby zombies they knowing what The whistling elevator man he knowing The winking bellboy knowing Everybody knowing! I'd be almost inclined not to do anything! Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye! Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon! running rampant into those almost climatic suites yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel! O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge ofbigamy a saint of divorce-- "
4 " ইতিহাসের পলাতক সময়ের নিয়ন্ত্রক তুমি বোমা মারোব্রহ্মাণ্ডের খেলনা সবথেকে দারুন ছিনিয়ে নেয়া আকাশ তোমাকে ঘেন্না করতে পারি নাআমি কি বজ্জাত বিদ্যুৎ গাধার চোয়ালকে ঘেন্না করতে পারিযিশু জন্মের এক কোটি বছর আগের পাথরের চাঁই গদা লাঠি কুঠার গুলতি দা ভিঞ্চি রেডইনডিয়ান যুদ্ধকুঠার আপাচে-নেতার মশাল র্যাথবোনের ছোরা আহ আর দুঃখি বেপরোয়া বন্দুক ভেরলেম পুশকিন ডিলিঞ্জার বোগার্টেরআহ সন্ত মাইকেলের কি জ্বলন্ত তরোয়াল ছিল না সন্ত জর্জের শূল ডেভিডের গুলতিবোমা তুমি ততোই নিষ্ঠুর যেমন তোমাকে মানুষ তৈরি করে তুমি ক্যানসারের চেয়ে নিষ্ঠুর নওসব মানুষই তোমাকে ঘেন্না করে তারা বরং গাড়ির ধাক্কায় বাজপড়ায় ডুবে মরতে চাইবেছাদ থেকে পড়ে ইলেকট্রিক-চেয়ারে ঋডরোগে বুড়ো হয়ে হে বোমাতারা যেকোনো উপায়ে মরতে চাইবে কিন্তু তুমি মৃত্যুর আঙুল স্বাধীনকর্মীতুমি ফাটো বা না ফাটো তা মানুষের ব্যাপার নয় মৃত্যু বহুকাল যাবৎ আমাদের বিপর্যস্ত করেছে "
― Gregory Corso , Selected Poems
5 " If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved. "
6 " I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant "
7 " Spiritis LifeIt flows thruthe death of meendlesslylike a riverunafraidof becomingthe sea "
8 " It is a great feeling to know that from a windowI can go to books to cans of beer to past loves.And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door. "
― Gregory Corso , The Vestal Lady on Brattle and Other Poems
9 " Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs! "
― Gregory Corso , An Accidental Autobiography: The Selected Letters
10 " I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full; "
11 " but if a girl were possibleas I am possiblethen marriage would be possible... "
12 " was it man's love to screw the sky with monuments span the bay with orange and silver bridges shuttling structure into structure incorruptible in this endless tie each age impassions be it in stone or steel either in echo or halfheard ruin "
13 " Dante’s step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell. "
14 " If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both. "
15 " Around peopleif I feel I’m gonna dieI excuse myselftelling them “I gotta go!”“Go where?” they wanna knowI don’t answerI just get outa thereaway from thembecause somehowthey sense something wrongand never know what to doit scares them such suddennessHow awfulto just sit thereand they asking:“Are you okay?”“Can we get you something?”“Want to lie down?”Ye gods! people!who wants to die amongst people?!Especially when they can’t do shitTo the movies — to the moviesthat’s where I hurry towhen I feel I’m going to dieSo far it’s worked. "
16 " Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus For a rattle bag of broken Bach records Tack Della Francesca all over its crib Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon "
17 " Power is not to be dropped from a plane "
― Gregory Corso , Gasoline
18 " Faithless lyricists I have readThey'd amputate a rose to know a rose - and patch it a clumsy detection "
― Gregory Corso , The Happy Birthday of Death
19 " But police too must go to Heaven!That's why the boys are sadso sadly dancingso tiredly kissing God - "
20 " Henry Hudson Screamed on the Half-Moon :"Police are a necessary evil !"I dreamed a cop, an old cop,a whitehaired cop bowed sad on a sofaknowing in his years he carried a guna gun to stop the breath of a breathing beinga gun to cause man to push up daisies forever - and when that realization mowed him down on the sofa- he wept to know man "
