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

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

What is obscenity? And to whom?

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph

I know too much and not enough