Allen Ginsberg — "Death let you out, Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with…"
Death let you out, Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with God.
Death let you out, Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with God.
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"We are all vulnerable together, the sane and the mad, and in the end we will all experience madness in at least some secret or small way."
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
"America when will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave?"
"The only revolution is the spiritual revolution."
"I'm a registered Democrat. I'm a registered Buddhist. I'm a registered poet."
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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