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more diamonds and pearls of electricity
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Anger falling asleep at the heart
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Allen Ginsberg |
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The electric network selling itself: "The medium is the message"
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America why are your libraries full of tears?
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I don't want to suffer any more, I have had my mind broken open over and over before, I have been isolate and loveless always. I have not slept with anyone since I saw you, not because I was faithful but because I am afraid and I know no one. I will always be afraid I will always be worthless, I will always be alone till I die and I will be tormented long after you leave me.
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Trees scream and drop bright leaves
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Eat Eat said the sign
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Allen Ginsberg |
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When Violence floods the State from above, flowery land razed for robot proliferation
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Thus, as the Buddha said to a lady who offered him a curse,the gift is returned to the giver when it is not accepted
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Allen Ginsberg |
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I write poetry because I want to be alone and want to talk to people.
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The Wisdom of Solomon (Carl) They censor words not the things they denote: It would create less of a stir to drop a piece of shit on Grant's tomb than to write it out in white paint. Because people recognize that's what memorials are for-old bums & dogs to shit on.
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poetry
censorship
memorial
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Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but wander with my eyes in the trees? So I will build: wife, family, and seek for neighbors. Or I perish of lonesomeness or want of food or lightning or the bear (must tame the hart and wear the bear). And maybe make an image of my wandering, a little image--shrine by the roadside to signify to traveler that I live
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O victory forget you're underwear we're free.
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I am miserable now--not feeling unhappiness, just lack of life coming to me and coming out of me--resignation to getting nothing and seeking nothing, staying behind shell. The glare of unknown love, human, unhad by me,--the tenderness I never had. I don't want to be just a nothing, a sick blank, withdrawal into myself forever. I just want something, beside the emptiness I've carried around in me all my life.
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One does not know yet whether Christ was God or the Devil - Buddha is more reassuring.
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Allen Ginsberg |
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America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
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Allen Ginsberg |
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The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burde of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love.
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Trees hang their branches
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We the People - shelling the Vietcong
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Eat Meat and your a beast
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Machine chaos on Earth, Too many bodies, mouths bleeding on every Continent
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Allen Ginsberg |
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False emotions broadcast thru the Land
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Burroughs a purest ignu his haircut is a cream his left finger pinkey chopped off for early ignu reasons metaphysical spells love spells with psychoanalysts his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars
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junkies
heroin
ignu
junk
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Central Intelligence cutting Meo opium fields! China Lobby copping poppies in Burma! How long this Addict government support our oil-burner matter-habit
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My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
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America America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When wil..
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Allen Ginsberg |
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our means in America to control the money munching war machine, bright lit industry
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And the Children of the Warmakers're exempt from fighting their parents' war
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Allen Ginsberg |
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I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.
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man-s-soul
philopsophy
sickness
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I am the defense early warning radar system I see nothing but bombs
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I feel my life is sterile, I am unbloomed, unused, I have nothing I can have that I will ever want, only some love, only dearness and tenderness, to make me weep. I am moved now and sad and unhappy beyond cold unhappiness, beyond any inconvenience that will cause you by my affection.
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Man is no form no mighty molecule no just idea alone -- all that Thing -- I feel man tender radiance at Heart between breast and belly, that physical place where the Self urges -- delicate sensation
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poetry
humanity
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Burroughs ... his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars.
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heroin
ignu
junk
junky
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Money! Money! Money! shrieking mad celestial money of illusion! Money made of nothing, starvation, suicide! Money of failure! Money of death! Money against Eternity! and eternity's strong mills grind out vast paper of Illusion!
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money
illusion
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No point writing when the spirit doth not lead.
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Allen Ginsberg |
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I want to see you. I feel more and more at with you now actually than ever before, I feel you more, actually more clarity, more confidence, more trust.
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love-quotes
love
feeling-at-home
longing-for-love
longing-for-someone
jack-kerouac
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The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human - looks out of the heart burning with purity - for the burden of life is love, but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the ar..
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Naomi: 'And when we die we become an onion, a cabbage, a carrot, or a squash, a vegetable.' I come downtown from Columbia and agree. She reads the Bible, thinks beautiful thoughts all day. 'Yesterday I saw God. What did he look like? Well, in the afternoon I climbed up a ladder--he has a cheap cabin in the country, like Monroe, N.Y. the chicken farms in the wood. He was a lonely old man with a white beard. 'I cooked supper for him. I made ..
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Allen Ginsberg |
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We're stuck in our Selves, And who else to be stuck in? -
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selfhood
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The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.
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Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream.
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suicide
going-mad
jack-kerouac
suicide-thoughts
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I'm alone in the sky where there's nothing to lose The Sun's not eternal That's why there's the blues Majestical jailhouse our Joy's in the Cage Hearts full of hatred will outlast my old age
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political
life-lessons
ginsberg
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the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies ..
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?
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