Allen Ginsberg

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and

For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, Angelheaded hipsters burning

Lento You’ll bare your bones you’ll grow you’ll pray you’ll only know When the light appears, boy, when the light appears You’ll sing & you’ll love you’ll praise blue heavens above When the light

When I die I don’t care what happens to my body Throw ashes in the air, scatter ’em in East River Bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B’nai Israel Cemetery But l want

Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem Having masturbated for no love, and read

I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal Sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart Worrying about eternity over the Post Office roof

Please master can I touch your cheeck Please master can I kneel at your feet Please master can I loosen your blue pants Please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly Please

I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived the altiplano hospital A little blood, no polyps, occasionally A small hemorrhoid Active,

I A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a green-striped Chau- tauqua tent in Aurora Listening to Black spirituals, tapping their feet, appreciating

In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek’s army ran away They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday Supported by the CIA Pushing junk down Thailand way First they stole

Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in

The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, The closet door opened, because I used it before, it kindly stayed open waiting for

Elan that lifts me above the clouds Into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years Nearly Immortal, Sappho’s 26 centuries Of cadenced

To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war Nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who have profited by merchan- dising skinburning phosphorous

Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence Declaration typewriter at window silver panorama

I Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? We bomb them! Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You

I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep,

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,

Hey Father Death, I’m flying home Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please

Blandly mother Takes him strolling by railroad and by river he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel And he imagines cars and rides them in his dreams, So lonely growing up among