Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!
Allen GinsbergWhat 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?
Allen GinsbergI had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Allen GinsbergI'm an old man now, and a lonesome man in Kansas / but not afraid / to speak my lonesomeness in a car, / because not only my lonesomeness / it's Ours, all over America, / O tender fellows --/ & spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy / in the moon 100 years ago or in / the middle of Kansas now.
Allen Ginsberg