Allen Ginsberg Quotes

Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it

It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

If you want to make order, put your own heart in order, and, having put one's heart in order, one can regulate the family order.

The desire to have power dissolves. The desire to dominate people for love dissolves. On the other hand, it's a relief to realize you can let go.

Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.

We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.

This is the one and only firmament; therefore it is the absolute world. There is no other world. The circle is complete. I am living in Eternity. The ways of this world are the ways of Heaven.

America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?

Things are symbols of themselves.

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.

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

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?

Inside skull vast as outside skull

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly.God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

America, the plum blossoms are falling.

I have no other possessions of value but my soul.

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.

America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?

America this is quite serious

I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.I read it every week.Always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s seriousbut me.

It occurs to me that I am America.I am talking to myself again.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that word I reach for my feather boa!

Follow your inner moonlight don't hide the madness.

The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.