What new element before us unborn… a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive Whitman a mod… Scientific theme First penned unmindful by Doctor…
In the foreground we see time and… swept in a race toward the left hand side of the p… where shore meets shore. But that meeting place
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden
I’m delighted by the velocity of m… of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising th… 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives…
Pigeons shake their wings on the c… out my window across the street, a… surveys the city’s blue—grey cloud… 'll come at 10 AM and take my pic… your picture, pigeons. I’m writing…
I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless… Where I was lost alone Folk looked right through me into… And passed with eyes of stone O homeless hand on many a street
If I were doing my Laundry I’d w… I’d throw in my United States, an… scrub up Africa, put all the birds… the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and cle…
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipste...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! H… The world is holy! The soul is ho… Everything is holy! everybody’s ho… The bum’s as holy as the seraphim!… The typewriter is holy the poem is…
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
In the depths of the Greyhound Te… sitting dumbly on a baggage truck… waiting for the Los Angeles Expre… worrying about eternity over the P… the night—time red downtown heaven
When I die I don’t care what happens to my bo… throw ashes in the air, scatter 'e… bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jers… But l want a big funeral
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...
What do I want in these rooms pap… How much can I make by cutting my… bathe my body reeking of masturbat… dried in employment bureaus, magaz… cloakrooms of the smiling gods of…
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable;