Allen Ginsberg — "No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the dream, trapped in …"
No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the dream, trapped in its disappearance.
No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the dream, trapped in its disappearance.
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"I'm a realist, but I'm not a cynic."
"I'm an essence, but I'm not an apparition."
"I'm a spirit, but I'm not a phantom."
"The government is a whorehouse, and the president is the pimp."
"who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,"
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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