- William S. Burroughs (via feellng)
If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.
Allen Ginsberg at one of the Jessore road refugee camps, along the Bangladeshi boarder in India, September 1971. Jessore Road is the main road from Jessore, Bangladesh into India, which hundreds of thousands of refugees used to flee the war of independence (Bangladesh Liberation War) between West Pakistan and East Pakistan (soon to become Bangladesh). Allen was so distraught by what he saw that he wrote one of his more important poems, September on Jessore Road, when he returned to New York. Photo: John Giorno.
- Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg, September 18, 1948 (via lilili123bella)
People were staring at Lucien because, I imagine, he was so beautiful. I asked him why people were always staring at him. He said, “They’ve always done that.” There was no way to explain it—actually, people do always stare at Lucien.
Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever…
…and all I want to talk about is myself, damn it son of a bitch.
Cherry valley p o e t s
Clockwise starting from upper left: Peter Orlovsky, Denise Mercedes, Julius Orlovsky, Gordon Ball, Gregory Corso, Ray Bremser, Bonnie Bremser (Frazer) with child, Allen Ginsberg, July 1971. photo: c. Allen De Loach.
- William S. Burroughs (via reckon)
One very important aspect of art is that it makes people aware of what they know and don’t know that they know.
Once the breakthrough is made there is permanent expansion of awareness.