Allen Ginsberg II

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

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 hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.

The weight of the world is love. 
Under the burden of solitude, 
under the burden of dissatisfaction 
the weight, the weight we carry is love.

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

We're all golden sunflowers inside.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.”

Whoever controls the media, the 
images, controls the culture.

Our heads are round so thought can change direction.

I know too much and not enough.

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.