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1 " Man is no form no mighty molecule no justidea alone — all that Thing — I feel man tender radiance at Heart betweenbreast and belly, that physical placewhere the Self urges — delicate sensation "
― Allen Ginsberg , Wait Till I'm Dead: Uncollected Poems
2 " Amazed Generation! Found Generation! Diamond Generation! Brainwashed Generation! Amnesiac T.V. Bureaucracy Voidoids!New Wave Punk Generation! Neutron Bomb blast Babies! Apocalypse Spermatozoa!Did you grow up imbibing Microchip sex waters?Will you marry me in the next Millennium?Must I wait for the Great Year?- Listening to Susan Sontag "
3 " We're stuck in ourSelves,And who else to be stuck in?- New York to San Fran "
4 " Sheep look up revolving their jaws with empty eyes, pacific gods little gods that look at me curious & keep distant from human fame. Creatures revolving thru births and deaths, unharmed horses in a tiny gigantic vale in Wales. I am Bard to my own nature nameless as the very Vast I look at. Lay down on the warm hillside & groaned release from my body sighed thru my breast a great Ooh! "
5 " I'll get drunk & give no shit,& not be a Messiah."- New York to San Fran "
6 " Stop all fantasy!livein the physical worldmoment to moment- Dawn "
