Irwin Allen Ginsberg was an American poet and writer. As a student at Columbia University in the 1940s, he began friendships with William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, forming the core of the Beat Generation. Profoundly inspirational Allen Ginsberg quotes will brighten up your day and make you feel ready to take on anything.
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Famous Allen Ginsberg Quotes
I know too much and not enough
To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.
Inside skull vast as outside skull
I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.
I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I’ll never be sane.
America, why are your libraries full of tears?
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!–and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.
I learned a world from each / one whom I loved
Trees scream and drop bright leaves
Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
More diamonds and pearls of electricity
Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.
Everybody’s serious but me.
Scientist alone is true poet.
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
Television concentrates its blue flicker of death in the frontal lobe
I don’t think there is any truth. There are only points of view.
Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.
You too must seek the sun…
Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love.
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!
What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination
A naked lunch is natural to us We eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don’t hide the madness.
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.
Well, while I’m here I’ll do the work — and what’s the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.
Shit, Violence, bullets in the brain Unavailing. We’re in too deep to pull out. Waiting for an orgasm, Mr. Baldwin? Yes, waiting for an orgasm that’s all.
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
Earth pollution identical with Mind pollution, consciousness Pollution identical with filthy sky
Inspirational Allen Ginsberg Quotes
Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute.
Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness.
No rest without love, No sleep without dreams of love – be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines the final wish is love.
America, the plum blossoms are falling.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving…
…salute the new sunset
The universe is mad, slightly mad.
This is the one and only firmament; therefore it is the absolute world. There is no other world. The circle is complete. I am living in Eternity. The ways of this world are the ways of Heaven.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Who sought heaven under a mountain of stone, sat thinking till he realized the land of blessedness exists in the imagination –
Sanity – a trick of agreement
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world’s soul. The world has a beautiful soul.
Thus, as the Buddha said to a lady who offered him a curse,the gift is returned to the giver when it is not accepted
What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?
Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.
I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.
To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.
Not even the human imagination satisfies the endless emptiness of the soul.
Naked in solitary prison cell he looks down at a hard-on.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
What came is gone forever every time
He threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it
I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
Amazing Allen Ginsberg Quotes
All these books are published in Heaven.
The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene
You can own an elephant or a bank or power thereof but if there’s no personal breast bliss all you own is a lot of dead atoms and ideas.
I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.
The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
Who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing… I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
War is good business Invest your son
Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.
Just because I like to suck cock doesn’t make me any less American than Jesse Helms.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry.
Eat Meat and your a beast
With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls
No more to say, and nothing to weep for
Banks burn, boys die bullet-eyed, mothers scream realization the vast tonnage of napalm
I have no other possessions of value but my soul.
We’re all golden sunflowers inside.
If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction
Anger falling asleep at the heart
Our heads are round so thought can change direction
Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.
Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?
That blue flame burnning? Industry!
It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.
Senseless, senseless coughs of emotion
In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?
I know I’m not God, are you? Don’t be silly. God? God? Everybody’s God? Don’t be silly.
My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.