Allen Ginsberg (1926 – 1997)
American Beat poet born in Newark, New Jersey.
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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.
You can't win. 2. You can't break even. 3. You can't even get out of the game.
America, Sacco & Vanzetti must not die.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
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 I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
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