Quotes

„I smoke marijuana every chance I get.“
„Many seek and never see,anyone can tell them why.O they weep and O they cryand never take until they tryunless they try it in their sleepand never some until they die.I ask many, they ask me.This is a great mystery.“
„The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!“
„He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually.“
„I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?“
„Who’ll come lie down in the dark with meBelly to belly and knee to kneeWho’ll look into my hooded eyeWho’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?“
„The war is language,language abusedfor Advertisement,language usedlike magic for power on the planet.“
„Nobody knows whether we were catalysts or invented something, or just the froth riding on a wave of its own. We were all three, I suppose.“
„America, Sacco & Vanzetti must not die.“
„he threw up his handsand wrote the Universe dont existand died to prove it“
„You assume we are all sexually stable; while on the other hand, as I have become acquainted with people, I find that they are all perverted sinners, one way or another, that the whole society is corrupt and rotten and repressed and unconscious that it exhibits its repression in various forms of social sadism.“
„1. You can’t win. 2. You can’t break even. 3. You can’t even get out of the game.“
„The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That’s what poetry does. By poetry I mean the imagining of what has been lost and what can be found—the imagining of who we are and the slow realization of it.“
„The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots“
„America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.“
„I could issue manifestos summoning seraphim to revolt against the Haavenly State we’re in, or trumpets to summon American mankind to rebellion against the Authority which has frozen all skulls in the cold war, That is, I could, make sense, invoke politics and try organize a union of opinion about what to do to Cuba, China, Russia, Bolivia, New Jersey, etc. However since in America the folks are convinced their heaven is all right, those manifestos make no dent except in giving authority & courage to the small band of hipsters who are disaffected like gentle socialists. Meanwhile the masses the proletariat the people are smug and the source of the great Wrong. So the means then is to communicate to the grand majority- and say I or anybody did write a balanced documented account not only of the lives of America but the basic theoretical split from the human body as Reich has done- But the people are so entrenched in their present livelihood that all the facts in the world-such as that China will be 1/4 of world pop makes no impression at all as a national political fact that intelligent people can take counsel on and deal with humorously & with magnificence. So that my task as a politician is to dynamite the emotional rockbed of inertia and spiritual deadness that hangs over the cities and makes everybody unconsciously afraid of the cops- To enter the Soul on a personal level and shake the emotion with the Image of some giant reality-of any kind however irrelevant to transient political issue- to touch & wake the soul again- That soul which is asleep or hidden in armor or unable to manifest itself as free life of God on earth- To remind by chord of deep groan of the Unknown to most Soul- then further politics will take place when people seize power over their universe and end the long dependence on an external authority or rhetorical set sociable emotions-so fixed they don’t admit basic personal life changes-like not being afraid of jails and penury, while wandering thru gardens in high civilization.“
„Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine. Jiggling your knees blankeyed in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.“
„Of the Beat triumvirate, Kerouac was probably both the most pathetic and least noxious. Psychologically, he was a mess—as indeed were Ginsberg and Burroughs. But, unlike them, Kerouac lacked the knack of sanctifying his pathologies and inducing others to bow down in obeisance.“
„Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath,As I lay my body downBetween the ache of breath and breath,Golden slumber in the bone.“
„Scientist alone is true poet.“