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Allen Ginsberg reads America
youtube.comGinsberg , a poem by Julia Vinograd
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He wrote of Neal as a “child of the rainbow” who bore his torment in his agonised cock.
Jack Kerouac • On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
The morning before he died in the final year of his seventies, he drafted a poem containing these lines:
You can’t tell when strange things with meaning... See more
will happen. I’m [still] here writing it down
just the way it was. “You don’t have to
prove anything,” my mother said. “Just be ready
for what God sends.” I listened and put my hand
out in the sun again.
Maria Popova • Yes: William Stafford’s Poetic Calibration of Perspective
gossip of flames,
