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I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild. - Allen Ginsberg
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April’s bright light . . . again . . . / fills heart with bright memories / life is beautiful
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just one last dance
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Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them. Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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poetry is a painting created with words instead of brushes 💜
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A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. - Walt Whitman 💚
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I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars #WaltWhitman 💚
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if you love something let it go . . . 💚
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I LOVE YOU 💚
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Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. Walt Whitman
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la poesia ti restituisce la gioia di vivere in sentimento di espansione senza limiti
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We're all golden sunflowers inside. allen ginsberg
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some memories are like water
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Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive?
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“I got my own way - not because I think it the only way, or even the right way, but because it is my way.” Walt Whitman
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Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 5.31.21 ♥️
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“I greet you at the beginning of a great career” - Lawrence Ferlinghetti & Allen Ginsberg (1955-1997)
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SS: “What has remained for you, now at age 70?” AG: “Well, a big pile of books, a big pile of records, a big pile of photographs, a big pile of memories.” #AllenGinsberg from the interview in #1996 6.3.21 ♥️
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“In all the time I’ve lived 25 years no one has ever looked into my eyes and said “I love you” the way I wanted to hear it said or meant by that what I mean by love. Do I want something wrong ? Am I looking for something impossible? . . .
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poetry room (bickering with the echoes of the soul)
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If you press hard enough / things will shift, / breaks will come / opportunity - Haiku for New York City, Peter C. Goldmark, Jr.
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That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. - Walt Whitman
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I'm with you always / You're ever on my mind
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“Right off at the start, if you have your chair tipped back against the railing of the porch and look in upwelling awe at the night sky you will become a poet for a night at least.” - Jack Kerouac
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My beloved who wills not love me: / My life which cannot love me: / I seduce both. / One knows not - / One desires - / Which is the sum - Jack Kerouac (A translation from the the French by Allen Ginsberg)
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All is I want / Love when I want it / Rest when I want it / Food when I want it / Drink when I want it / The rest is bullshit - Jack Kerouac