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181 " America, why are your libraries full of tears? "
― Allen Ginsberg
182 " Candor disarms paranoia. "
183 " Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow. "
184 " No rest without love,No sleepwithout dreamsof love -be mad or chillobsessed with angelsor machinesthe final wishis love. "
― Allen Ginsberg , Howl and Other Poems
185 " America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry. "
186 " A naked lunch is natural to usWe eat reality sandwiches.But allegories are so much lettuce.Don't hide the madness. "
187 " America I've given you all and now I'm nothing...I can't stand my own mind.America when will we end the human war?Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. "
188 " Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art. "
189 " Not even the humanimagination satisfiesthe endless emptiness of the soul. "
― Allen Ginsberg , Reality Sandwiches
190 " I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving... "
191 " Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe? "
192 " he threw up his handsand wrote the Universe dont existand died to prove it "
― Allen Ginsberg , The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971
193 " I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade. "
194 " The whole blear worldof smoke and twisted steelaround my head in a railroadcar, and my mind wanderingpast the rust into futurity:I saw the sun go downin a carnal and primevalworld, leaving darknessto cover my railroad trainbecause the other side of theworld was waiting for dawn. "
195 " We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessedby our own seed & hairy nakedaccomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision. "
196 " Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh? "
― Allen Ginsberg , Collected Poems 1947-1997
197 " Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"] "
198 " 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. "
199 " Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone. "
200 " ..who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for an Eternity outside of Time, and alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse and the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion and the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising and the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality.. "