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.
Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?
The weight of the worldis love.Under the burdenof solitude,under the burdenof dissatisfactionthe weight,the weight we carry is love.Who can deny? In dreamsit touchesthe body,in thoughtconstructsa mira...
Television concentrates its blue flicker of death in the frontal lobe
Money! Money! Money! shrieking mad celestial money of illusion! Money made of nothing, starvation, suicide! Money of failure! Money of death! Money against Eternity! and eternity's strong mills grind...
I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border or laying in a hote...
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.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked...who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among th...
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked... who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no bro...
I am miserable now—not feeling unhappiness, just lack of life coming to me and coming out of me—resignation to getting nothing and seeking nothing, staying behind shell. The glare of unknown love, hum...
Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul.
Earth pollution identical with Mind pollution, consciousness Pollution identical with filthy sky
Salute the new sunset
Robots pencil prescriptions for acid gas sunsets
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Tarrytownto createout of his own imaginationthe beauty of his wildforebears - a my...
Now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air
Who can prophesy peace, or vow Futurity for any but armed insects
Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and handand asshole holy!Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere isholy! everyday is in eternity! E...