Allen Ginsberg — "who lit up their cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars trembling over the snow t…"
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"Death let you out, Death had the Mercy, you're done with your century, done with God."
"I'm a great believer in the idea that if you don't have something to say, you shouldn't say it."
"I am a mystery, and I am a secret, and I am a riddle, and I am a paradox, and I am a contradiction, and I am a truth."
"I'm a poet, for Chrissake. I'm not a politician."
"who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,"
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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