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Allen Ginsberg

  • American poet
  • Born June 3, 1926
  • Died April 5, 1997

Irwin Allen Ginsberg (; June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997) was an American poet, philosopher and writer. He is considered to be one of the leading figures of both the Beat Generation during the 1950s and the counterculture that soon followed. He vigorously opposed militarism, economic materialism and sexual repression and was known as embodying various aspects of this counterculture, such as his views on drugs, hostility to bureaucracy and openness to Eastern religions. He was one of many influential American writers of his time known as the Beat Generation, which included famous writers such as Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs.


I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.




Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.




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

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




The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.




Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.




Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.




Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.




I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.




The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.




Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!




The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.




America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.




My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.




America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?




Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.




America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.

America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.




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




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.



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