Allen with Andrei Voznesensky, Australia, March 1972. Allen had travelled there for the annual poetry festival with Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Ferlinghetti’s son Lorenzo. To Allen’s pleasant surprise, Voznesensky was scheduled to read with them at a number of venues.  c.Allen Ginsberg Estate

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'But I had to get going and stop moaning, so I picked up my bag, said so long to the old hotelkeeper sitting by his spittoon, and went to eat. I ate apple pie and ice cream — it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer.'

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I’m crying all the time now.

I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall.
I cried listening to Bach.
I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard, I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.

Happiness exists I feel it.
I cried for my soul, I cried for the world’s soul.
The world has a beautiful soul.
God appearing to be seen and cried over. Overflowing heart of Paterson.

— "Tears" by Allen Ginsberg, Artic, 1956 [courtesy of Haley Always (shefrolics)] (via the-art-of-misdirection)
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William S. Burroughs / Source: Dazed + Confused : Rare and unseen images from William S. Burroughs

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It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness – I mean, being right down to it, to ourselves, because we all really know where we are – and a weariness with all the forms, all the conventions of the world … It’s something like that. So I guess you might say we’re a beat generation. - Jack Kerouac

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Because of certain words in his poem “Who Be Kind To,” Italian police detained and questioned Allen for three hours after his reading at the Spoleto Festival. Here being questioned, Patrick Creagh his interpreter in the background.  July 9, 1967. c. Ettore Sottsass.

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