April 28, 2013
williamblakeandnobody:

Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs & Lucien Carr  in New York

williamblakeandnobody:

Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs & Lucien Carr  in New York

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April 28, 2013

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April 28, 2013
Photo: 10-year-old Allen Ginsberg (center) with his Uncle Mendel, Brother Eugene, Mother Naomi, and Father Louis.
Allen Ginsberg began journaling in 1937 when he was 11 years old - many of his early journals are now published. The entry below was written on May 22, 1941 when Allen was 15 years old.
“Don’t mind my succession of different thoughts. I have a lot to say. As I said, I am writing to satisfy my egotism. If some future historian or biographer wants to know what the genius thought and did in his tender years, here it is. I’ll be a genius of some kind or other, probably in literature. I really believe it. (Not naively, as whoever reads this is thinking). I have a fair degree of confidence in myself. Either I am a genius, I’m egocentric, or I’m slightly schizophrenic. Probably the first two.”
Ginserg, Allen. The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and  Poems, 1937-1952. ed. Juanita Liebermann-Plimpton and Bill Morgan. Da Capo Press: 2006, 14.

Photo: 10-year-old Allen Ginsberg (center) with his Uncle Mendel, Brother Eugene, Mother Naomi, and Father Louis.

Allen Ginsberg began journaling in 1937 when he was 11 years old - many of his early journals are now published. The entry below was written on May 22, 1941 when Allen was 15 years old.

“Don’t mind my succession of different thoughts. I have a lot to say. As I said, I am writing to satisfy my egotism. If some future historian or biographer wants to know what the genius thought and did in his tender years, here it is. I’ll be a genius of some kind or other, probably in literature. I really believe it. (Not naively, as whoever reads this is thinking). I have a fair degree of confidence in myself. Either I am a genius, I’m egocentric, or I’m slightly schizophrenic. Probably the first two.”

Ginserg, Allen. The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and  Poems, 1937-1952. ed. Juanita Liebermann-Plimpton and Bill Morgan. Da Capo Press: 2006, 14.

April 21, 2013
Poem by Allen Ginsberg
On Neal Cassady’s Ashes
Delicate eyes that blinded blue Rockies, all ashNipples, ribs touched w/my thumb are ashMouth my tongue touched once or twice all ashbony cheeks soft on my belly are Cinder, ashearlobes & eyelids, youthful cock-tip, curly pubisbreast warmth, man palm, high school thigh,baseball biceps arm, asshole anneal’d to               silken skin all ashes, all ashes again.

Neal Cassady, Beat Generation muse and the vivid model for wild man Dean Moriarty in Kerouac’s On the Road and Ginsberg’s on-and-off lover for twenty years, died in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico on February  4, 1968. His body was found by the railroad tracks just outside of town; he had passed-out after walking the tracks on a cold and rainy night after attending a wedding party and was discovered in a coma. He died a few hours later, just shy of his 42d birthday after a lifetime of terminal velocity in the pursuit of heightened existence. Cassady was cremated and the disposition of his remains became contentious, with his wife, Carolyn, fending off two women who laid claim to his heart while he was alive, and post-mortem. 
Ginsberg later wrote:
“in 1968, I went down from San Francisco to visit Carolyn Cassady in Los Gatos. There’s a poem of mine called ‘On Neal’s Ashes’ which is a record of that visit, of opening the wooden container from Mexico City which had a silken bag full of his ashes. I opened the box and touched my finger inside of it and then looked in it and there was all this black and white cinder with a little rough stuff in it, pieces of bone that were burnt and blackened. So I said, ‘Oh, so that’s what happened to Neal Cassady.’ It seemed magical that he’d disappeared and transformed into this tiny pound of gritty ashes. But it was definitive as his death. I realized it had all come to that. I hadn’t seen him for a number of years and his disappearance was no big deal until I actually saw the remains of his body”

Poem by Allen Ginsberg

On Neal Cassady’s Ashes

Delicate eyes that blinded blue Rockies, all ash
Nipples, ribs touched w/my thumb are ash
Mouth my tongue touched once or twice all ash
bony cheeks soft on my belly are Cinder, ash
earlobes & eyelids, youthful cock-tip, curly pubis
breast warmth, man palm, high school thigh,
baseball biceps arm, asshole anneal’d to
               silken skin all ashes, all ashes again.

Neal Cassady, Beat Generation muse and the vivid model for wild man Dean Moriarty in Kerouac’s On the Road and Ginsberg’s on-and-off lover for twenty years, died in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico on February  4, 1968. His body was found by the railroad tracks just outside of town; he had passed-out after walking the tracks on a cold and rainy night after attending a wedding party and was discovered in a coma. He died a few hours later, just shy of his 42d birthday after a lifetime of terminal velocity in the pursuit of heightened existence. Cassady was cremated and the disposition of his remains became contentious, with his wife, Carolyn, fending off two women who laid claim to his heart while he was alive, and post-mortem. 

Ginsberg later wrote:

“in 1968, I went down from San Francisco to visit Carolyn Cassady in Los Gatos. There’s a poem of mine called ‘On Neal’s Ashes’ which is a record of that visit, of opening the wooden container from Mexico City which had a silken bag full of his ashes. I opened the box and touched my finger inside of it and then looked in it and there was all this black and white cinder with a little rough stuff in it, pieces of bone that were burnt and blackened. So I said, ‘Oh, so that’s what happened to Neal Cassady.’ It seemed magical that he’d disappeared and transformed into this tiny pound of gritty ashes. But it was definitive as his death. I realized it had all come to that. I hadn’t seen him for a number of years and his disappearance was no big deal until I actually saw the remains of his body”

April 19, 2013

Allen Ginsberg’s Harmonium (top) and the harmonium case (bottom).

The harmonium  is a small, Lacquered wooden, Baruni and Sons harmonium made in Benares, India.

The black case is decorated with various travel stickers and Bob Dylan tour VIP pass stickers, three of which are signed by Ginsberg with his address and/or phone number, and another saying “Dylan, Roseland” in Ginsberg’s handwriting.

April 19, 2013
poetswithoutclothes:

Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso

poetswithoutclothes:

Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso

April 19, 2013
thenotebookoflittleriver:

Kerouac with Mardou Fox” Arlene Lee” of  book The Subterraneans

thenotebookoflittleriver:

Kerouac with Mardou Fox” Arlene Lee” of  book The Subterraneans

April 19, 2013

The first Earth Day (Week) in 1970 drew 30,000 Philadelphians to Fairmount Park to hear speakers such as urban theorist Lewis Mum­ford, U.S. Sen. Edmund Muskie (author of the landmark U.S. Clean Air Act of 1970), and poet Allen Ginsberg.

Earth Day - April 22, 2013

April 14, 2013

naturaldisastronaut:

poetsorg:

Allen Ginsberg: Suggested Reading List, for Naropa.

Allen Ginsberg’s suggested reading list. Get reading.

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April 14, 2013
"As a seaman I used to think of the waves rushing beneath the shell of the ship and the bottomless deeps thereunder - now I could feel the road some twenty inches beneath me, unfurling and flying and hissing at incredible speeds across the groaning continent"

— Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via allcameundonethemomentyoumeantit)

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April 14, 2013
"It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books, to cans of beer, to past loves; and from these, gather enough dream
to sneak out a back door."

— Gregory Corso (via cityriot)

April 14, 2013
26 Mar 1966, Manhattan, New York, Allen Ginsberg, wearing a stars and stripes hat, marches with a music group called the “Fugs.” At Ginsberg’s left is Peter Orlovsky, poet. More than 15,000 anti-Viet Nam demonstrators paraded down Fifth Ave Photograph: Bettmann/CORBIS

26 Mar 1966, Manhattan, New York, Allen Ginsberg, wearing a stars and stripes hat, marches with a music group called the “Fugs.” At Ginsberg’s left is Peter Orlovsky, poet. More than 15,000 anti-Viet Nam demonstrators paraded down Fifth Ave Photograph: Bettmann/CORBIS

April 14, 2013
"The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn."

— Allen Ginsberg (via awigit)

April 2, 2013
yourcatwasdelicious:

gregory corso

yourcatwasdelicious:

gregory corso

April 2, 2013
"We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re blessed
by our own seed & golden hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening
sitdown vision."

— Allen Ginsberg, Sunflower Sutra.  (via locustface)

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