miércoles, 4 de septiembre de 2013

Allen Ginsberg, Fragmentos

   Ginsberg otro de mis dioses. Otro vicio. Otra obsesión. El amor lleva muchas caras, el es una de ellas. 


    I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.
-Allen Ginsberg to Jack Kerouac

   Wherever I go I see myself in a mirror- it used to be my own self blood, now it is god's.

    Never deny the voice- no, never forget it, don't get lost mentally wandering in other spirit worlds or American or job worlds or advertising worlds or earth worlds.
-        Allen Ginsberg vow to himself

   4. I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.

    Don’t you remember how you made me stop trembling in shame and drew me to you? Don't you know what I felt then, as if you were a saint...?
-        Allen Ginsberg to Neal Cassady

    Neal is awareness, mine is consciousness. The consciousness is shallow, awareness is all embracing.
-        Allen Ginsberg on Neal Cassady

     Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.


    I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked

    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.

-Howl and other poems

     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.

          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 cock and hand
and asshole holy

             Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!


     America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
-America (Howl and other poems)

    Just because I like to suck cock doesn't make me any less American than Jesse Helms.

(Dylan you're a god too)

      with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls.

     Candor disarms paranoia.

             My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.
-Howl and other poems

     I’m with you in Rockland where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void.

          If the muse comes to your bedside, don't tell her you'll fuck her later.

     All the accumulations of life, that wear us out—clocks, bodies, consciousness, shoe, breasts—begotten sons—your Communism—'Paranoia' into hospitals.

1 comentario :

  1. UFFFFFFFFF.... me has dejado tirado muchacha con tanto Ginsberg. Beso grande, siempre desde la poesía,