Allen Ginsberg

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center – Allen Ginsberg

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center – Allen Ginsberg

Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room — Thistles blossomed late afternoon. Put on my shirt and took it off in the sun walking the path to lunch. A dandelion seed floats above the marsh grass with the mosquitos. At 4 A.M. the two midd... »

Nagasaki Days By Allen Ginsberg

Nagasaki Days By Allen Ginsberg

Nagasaki Days I — A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under a green-striped Chau- tauqua tent in Aurora listening to Black spirituals, tapping their feet, appreciating words singing by in mountain winds on a pleasant sunny day of rest ... »

The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality By Allen Ginsberg

The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality By Allen Ginsberg

The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone’s an angel. It’s Heaven’s mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity changes! Cars are always going down the street, la... »

Feb. 29, 1958 By Allen Ginsberg

Feb. 29, 1958 By Allen Ginsberg

Feb. 29, 1958 Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows curtains on his windows, fog seeping in the chimney but a nice warm house and an incredibly sweet hooknosed Eliot he loved me, put me up, gave me a couch to... »

A Desolation By Allen Ginsberg

A Desolation By Allen Ginsberg

A Desolation Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but wander with my eyes in the trees? So I will build: wife, family, and seek for neighbors. Or I perish of lonesomeness or want of food or lightning or the bear (must tame the hart and wear t... »

On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government By Allen Ginsberg

On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government By Allen Ginsberg

On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex ... »

An Eastern Ballad By Allen Ginsberg

An Eastern Ballad By Allen Ginsberg

An Eastern Ballad I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. 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. »

To Aunt Rose By Allen Ginsberg

To Aunt Rose By Allen Ginsberg

To Aunt Rose Aunt Rose—now—might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain of rheumatism—and a long black heavy shoe for your bony left leg limping down the long hall in Newark on the running carpet past the black grand piano in the day room where the parties were and I sang Spanis... »

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters By Allen Ginsberg

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters By Allen Ginsberg

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross surveys the city’s blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers ‘ll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I’m taking your picture, pigeon... »

In Back Of The Real By Allen Ginsberg

In Back Of The Real By Allen Ginsberg

In Back Of The Real railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the switchman’s shack. A flower lay on the hay on the asphalt highway –the dread hay flower I thought–It had a brittle black stem and corolla of yellowish dirty spik... »

Psalm Iv By Allen Ginsberg

Psalm Iv By Allen Ginsberg

Psalm Iv Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad waking on a fabulous couch in Harlem having masturbated for no love, and read half naked an open book of Blake on my lap Lo & behold! I was thoughtless and turned a page and gazed ... »

Cosmopolitan Greetings By Allen Ginsberg

Cosmopolitan Greetings By Allen Ginsberg

Cosmopolitan Greetings Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only what we know & imagine. Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute. Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions. Observe what’s vivid. Notice what you notice. Catch yourself thinking. Vividness is self... »

Those Two By Allen Ginsberg

Those Two By Allen Ginsberg

Those Two That tree said I don’t like that white car under me, it smells gasoline That other tree next to it said O you’re always complaining you’re a neurotic you can see by the way you’re bent over. »

Footnote To Howl By Allen Ginsberg

Footnote To Howl By Allen Ginsberg

Footnote To Howl Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! 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! Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday ... »

Hum Bom By Allen Ginsberg

Hum Bom By Allen Ginsberg

Hum Bom Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb’d them! Whom bomb? We bomb you! Whom bomb? We bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you! Whom bomb? You bomb you! What do we do? Who do we bomb? What do we do? Who do we bomb? ... »

Plutonian Ode By Allen Ginsberg

Plutonian Ode By Allen Ginsberg

Plutonian Ode I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive Whitman a modern epic, detonative, Scientific theme First penned unmindful by Doctor Seaborg with poison- ous hand, named for Death’s planet through the sea beyond Uranus whose ... »

Cezanne’s Ports By Allen Ginsberg

Cezanne’s Ports By Allen Ginsberg

Cezanne’s Ports In the foreground we see time and life swept in a race toward the left hand side of the picture where shore meets shore. But that meeting place isn’t represented; it doesn’t occur on the canvas. For the other side of the bay is Heaven and Eternity, with a bleak whit... »

Understand That This Is A Dream By Allen Ginsberg

Understand That This Is A Dream By Allen Ginsberg

Understand That This Is A Dream Real as a dream What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly? What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon? if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream I am awake / and why do that? When I dream in a dream that I wake / up wh... »

Haiku (Never Published) By Allen Ginsberg

Haiku (Never Published) By Allen Ginsberg

Haiku (Never Published) Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down –ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in a Pacific driftwood bole –Someday I’ll live in N.Y. Looking over my shoulder my behind was covered with cherry blossoms. Winter Haiku I didn&#... »

In The Baggage Room At Greyhound By Allen Ginsberg

In The Baggage Room At Greyhound By Allen Ginsberg

In The Baggage Room At Greyhound I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart worrying about eternity over the Post Office roof in the night-time red downtown heaven staring through my eyeglasses I realiz... »

Song By Allen Ginsberg

Song By Allen Ginsberg

Song 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. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human– looks out of the heart bur... »

An Asphodel By Allen Ginsberg

An Asphodel By Allen Ginsberg

An Asphodel O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire …how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the visible reality… and skin’s appalling petals–how inspired to be so Iying in the living room drunk naked and dreaming, in the absence of electricity… over and ov... »

Wales Visitation By Allen Ginsberg

Wales Visitation By Allen Ginsberg

Wales Visitation White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow Trees moving in rivers of wind The clouds arise as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed along a green crag glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine— Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naugh... »

Homework By Allen Ginsberg

Homework By Allen Ginsberg

Homework Homage to Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran I’d throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico... »

Kaddish, Part I By Allen Ginsberg

Kaddish, Part I By Allen Ginsberg

Kaddish, Part I Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on ... »

September On Jessore Road By Allen Ginsberg

September On Jessore Road By Allen Ginsberg

September On Jessore Road Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road–long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go One ... »

Crossing Nation By Allen Ginsberg

Crossing Nation By Allen Ginsberg

Crossing Nation Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below– Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence Declaration typewriter at window silver panorama in natural eyeball&#... »

Velocity Of Money By Allen Ginsberg

Velocity Of Money By Allen Ginsberg

Velocity Of Money I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives me out on the street After all what good’s the family farm, why eat turke... »

Hospital Window By Allen Ginsberg

Hospital Window By Allen Ginsberg

Hospital Window At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building’s silver fins tapering delicately needletopped, Empire State’s taller antenna filmed milky lit amid blocks black and white apartmenting veil’d sky over Manhattan, offices new built dark gla... »

Paterson By Allen Ginsberg

Paterson By Allen Ginsberg

Paterson What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money? How much can I make by cutting my hair? If I put new heels on my shoes, bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement dried in employment bureaus, magazine hallways, statistical cubicles, factory s... »

Cia Dope Calypso By Allen Ginsberg

Cia Dope Calypso By Allen Ginsberg

Cia Dope Calypso In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai Shek’s army ran away They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday Supported by the CIA Pushing junk down Thailand way First they stole from the Meo Tribes Up in the hills they started taking bribes Then t... »

Transcription Of Organ Music By Allen Ginsberg

Transcription Of Organ Music By Allen Ginsberg

Transcription Of Organ Music The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the closet door opened, because I used it before, it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, my mis... »

Kral Majales (King Of May) By Allen Ginsberg

Kral Majales (King Of May) By Allen Ginsberg

Kral Majales (King Of May) And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy and the beautiful engineers are all... »

Sphincter By Allen Ginsberg

Sphincter By Allen Ginsberg

Sphincter I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived the altiplano hospital– a little blood, no polyps, occasionally a small hemorrhoid active, eager, receptive to phallus coke bottle, candle, carrot banana & fingers... »

First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels By Allen Ginsberg

First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels By Allen Ginsberg

First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire burning by the side porch and a few tired souls hunched over in black leather jackets. In the huge wooden house, a yellow chandeli... »

War Profit Litany By Allen Ginsberg

War Profit Litany By Allen Ginsberg

War Profit Litany To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand eighty Hebraic These are the Corporations who have profited by merchan- dising skinburning phosphorous or shells fragmented to thousands of fleshp... »

Making The Lion For All It’s Got – A Ballad By Allen Ginsberg

Making The Lion For All It’s Got – A Ballad By Allen Ginsberg

Making The Lion For All It’s Got – A Ballad I came home and found a lion in my room… [First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175] A lion met America in the road they stared at each other two figures on the crossroads in the desert. America screamed The lion roared Th... »

Sunflower Sutra By Allen Ginsberg

Sunflower Sutra By Allen Ginsberg

Sunflower Sutra I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look for the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, ble... »

Five A.M. By Allen Ginsberg

Five A.M. By Allen Ginsberg

Five A.M. Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years nearly Immortal, Sappho’s 26 centuries of cadenced breathing – beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars, chariots... »

Wild Orphan By Allen Ginsberg

Wild Orphan By Allen Ginsberg

Wild Orphan Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river -he’s the son of the absconded hot rod angel- and he imagines cars and rides them in his dreams, so lonely growing up among the imaginary automobiles and dead souls of Tarrytown to create out of his own imagination the bea... »

Mugging (I) By Allen Ginsberg

Mugging (I) By Allen Ginsberg

Mugging (I) I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk— Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors Walked under black painted fire escapes, giant castiron plate coveri... »

The Blue Angel By Allen Ginsberg

The Blue Angel By Allen Ginsberg

The Blue Angel Marlene Dietrich is singing a lament for mechanical love. She leans against a mortarboard tree on a plateau by the seashore. She’s a life-sized toy, the doll of eternity; her hair is shaped like an abstract hat made out of white steel. Her face is powdered, whitewashed and immob... »

Father Death Blues By Allen Ginsberg

Father Death Blues By Allen Ginsberg

Father Death Blues Hey Father Death, I’m flying home Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please mind the store Old Aunty Death Don’t hide your bones... »

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center By Allen Ginsberg

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center By Allen Ginsberg

136 Syllables At Rocky Mountain Dharma Center Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room — Thistles blossomed late afternoon. Put on my shirt and took it off in the sun walking the path to lunch. A dandelion seed floats above the marsh gr... »

My Sad Self By Allen Ginsberg

My Sad Self By Allen Ginsberg

My Sad Self To Frank O’Hara Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in, lofts, beds, coldwater flats —on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind, its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men walking the size... »

The Lion For Real By Allen Ginsberg

The Lion For Real By Allen Ginsberg

The Lion For Real “Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative…” I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunnette hair and banged the window shut I hurried home to Patterson and stayed two day... »

Death Fame By Allen Ginsberg

Death Fame By Allen Ginsberg

Death Fame When I die I don’t care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter ’em in East River bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B’nai Israel Cemetery But l want a big funeral St. Patrick’s Cathedral, St. Mark’s Church, the largest synagogue in Manhatta... »

A Supermarket In California By Allen Ginsberg

A Supermarket In California By Allen Ginsberg

A Supermarket In California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! ... »