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We Are The Mad Ones
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Allen Ginsberg Poetry Garden
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While all the time in #Eternity / in the wan light of this #poem’s radio / we’ll sit behind forgotten shades / hearkening the lost jazz of Saturday’s.
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And each poem a picture / at an exhibition / upon a blank wall / made of concrete chaos - Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Pictures of the gone world (New 1995 black&yellow edition)
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Here’s to the mad ones
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the sound of love
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connection
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The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.Jack Kerouac, On the Road (March 12, 1922 - October 21, 1969) Jack ( Kerouac Alley October 21, 2021)
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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. Jack Kerouac
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stack of heartache & happiness
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OneLove (Allen Ginsberg Poetry Garden 1999) unedited
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how to stop the rain ? how to stop yourself from thinking ? and remembering ?
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where sun used to shine
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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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uncensored
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uncensored
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The universe is mad, slightly mad, / - and the two sides wriggle away / in opposite direction / head & tail of the universe / cut in two. - Allen Ginsberg
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education
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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
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None of us understand what we are doing, but we do beautiful things anyway - Allen Ginsberg
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Alone in this room i think of you / emptiness / everywhere / and yet it’s not / because I’m thinking of you
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it’s the wanting that keeps us alive
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baby cure my late night blues
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Since you went away the days grow long / And soon I'll hear old winter song / But I miss you most of all, my darling / When the autumn leaves start to fall
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11. “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.” Jack Kerouac
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“What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.” Allen Ginsberg
