Sunflower Sutra By Allen Ginsberg

Sunflower Sutra By Allen Ginsberg I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry.Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts […]

A Supermarket In California By Allen Ginsberg

A Supermarket In California By Allen Ginsberg    What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for Iwalked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.   In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into theneon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!   What peaches and […]

Howl By Allen Ginsberg

Howl By Allen Ginsberg I   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 night,who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high […]