Allen Ginsberg — "Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch…"
Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
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"I'm a light, but I'm not a darkness."
"I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of not living."
"I’m not afraid to say what I mean. That’s why I’m a poet."
"Because I am still clinging to my human known me, Allen Ginsberg — and to enter this thing means final, complete abandonment of all I know of my I am except for this outer-seeming otherness which requ…"
"No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance, sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other, worshipping…"
American Beat poet whose Howl (1956) faced an obscenity trial and became a counterculture manifesto. Closely associated with Jack Kerouac (Beat novelist, On the Road) and William S. Burroughs (fellow Beat, Naked Lunch). For an intellectual contrast, see T.S. Eliot, high-modernist poet of The Waste Land — Ginsberg's open-line confessional Beat verse was a deliberate rejection of Eliot's allusive academic formalism — the two halves of mid-century American poetry.
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