And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words We will pass just as quietly through life (passing through, passing through) as the 10th century people of this...
The great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and eve...
„You know women, confided the fruitseller, „they love little cats... they always love the helpless things. But when it comes to men, you know, they'll want them cruel.The youth stranger smiled thinly....
I've been reading whitman, you know what he says, cheer up slaves, and horrify foreign despots, he means that's the attitude for the bard, the zen lunacy bard of old desert paths, see the whole thing...
And rain will fall on our eaves.
Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror)
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read - Sal Paradise, On The Road
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where...
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death wi...
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.
Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! - and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night, as men shiver in t...
Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jag...
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet. As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.
Lissen Percepied do you believe in freedom?-then say what you want, it's poetry, poetry, all of it is poetry, great prose is poetry, great verse is poetry.
I would fave preferred the happy man to the unhappy poems he's left us
I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.
I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, maki...