100 Top Quotes By Allen Ginsberg, The Author Of Howl And Other Poems
Newark, New Jersey, U.S.
Allen Ginsberg was without a doubt one of the most respected Beat writers and acclaimed American poets of his generation. Born in 1926 New Jersey to a teacher and Russian expatriate father, Ginsberg went on to exert a prominent influence in post-World War II American culture. Throughout his literary career, Ginsberg strongly opposed militarism, economic materialism and sexual repression. He became one of the pivotal figures of the Beat Movement which included famous writers such as Jack Kerouac and William S Burroughs and was known for his unconventional views, and frequently rambunctious behaviour. He championed gay rights and anti-war movements and openly protested the Vietnam War. Ginsberg embodied various aspects of this counterculture, such as his views on drugs, hostility to bureaucracy and openness to Eastern religions. Despite his counterculture background, he was recognized as America’s prolific writer and artistic icon. His most famous works include the poem, ‘Howl’ wherein he denounced the destructive forces of capitalism and conformity in US. His unconventional thoughts and counterculture belief is also visible on his quotes that perfectly describe his emotion and his thought. Check this section and find out some of the top quotes by Allen Ginsberg on life and living.
Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view. 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. Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening. We're all golden sunflowers inside. Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does. Whoever controls the media, the
images, controls the culture. Our heads are round so thought can change direction I know too much and not enough Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private. I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane. Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa! If I had a soul I sold it
for pretty words
If I had a body I used
it up spurting my essence
Allen Ginsberg warns you
dont follow my path
to extinction America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. Everybody's serious but me. We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now. I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild. Just because I like to suck cock doesn't make me any less American than Jesse Helms. What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons? Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels. I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd. My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed. What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness. Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns? To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard. America, why are your libraries full of tears? I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision. Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry. In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night This is the one and only
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. A naked lunch is natural to us
We eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don't hide the madness. 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. The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open. Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul! No rest
of love -
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
the final wish
is love. What if someone gave a war and Nobody came? 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. 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. Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise? I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator. I learned a world from each / one whom I loved I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving... Sanity - a trick of agreement All these books are published in Heaven. You too must seek the sun... Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then! I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly.
God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly. The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene 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. Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness. 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 The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy! 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. 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? The universe is mad, slightly mad. Who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism Not even the human
the endless emptiness of the soul. What is obscenity? And to whom? What came is gone forever every time …we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment
(Sunflower Sutra) War is good business Invest your son Happiness exists I feel it.
I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul.
The world has a beautiful soul. He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually. Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God! Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on. Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"] No more to say, and nothing to weep for Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute. Inside skull vast as outside skull Anger falling asleep at the heart Scientist alone is true poet. Mind is shapely, Art is shapely. I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying. YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN HEAVEN Senseless, senseless coughs of emotion Earth pollution identical with Mind pollution, consciousness Pollution identical with filthy sky Trees scream and drop bright leaves 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 Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm Television concentrates its blue flicker of death in the frontal lobe Who sought heaven
under a mountain of stone,
till he realized
the land of blessedness exists
in the imagination - America, the plum blossoms are falling. Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish. More diamonds and pearls of electricity
You can own an elephant or a bank or power thereof but if there's no personal breast bliss all you own is a lot of dead atoms and ideas.
Shit, Violence, bullets in the brain Unavailing.
We're in too deep to pull out.
Waiting for an orgasm, Mr. Baldwin?
Yes, waiting for an orgasm that's all.
The electric network selling itself: "The medium is the message
Eat Meat and your a beast
That blue flame burnning? Industry!
We the People - shelling the Vietcong I have no other possessions of value but my soul.