We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.
Allen Ginsbergโฆweโre all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, weโre all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra)
Allen GinsbergWell, while I'm here I'll do the work โ and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.
Allen GinsbergThe apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the barren air, the bodies of the soul that built the wonderland shuffled and stalked and stalked and lurched in attitudes of immemorial nightmare all around.
Allen GinsbergThey [Nicaragua] haven't had elections because they are in a state of seige by the United States. They would have had elections if the U.S. had left them alone. But the U.S. has mounted a full scale war against them. So how can you ask them to behave normally?
Allen Ginsberg