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Reality Sandwiches
"Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages for yr own joy." Many of Ginsberg's most famous poems.
Wake-up nightmares in Lower East Side, musings in public library, across the U.S. in dream auto, drunk in old Havana, brooding in Mayan ruins, sex daydreams on the West Coast, airplane vision of Kansas, lonely in a leafy cottage, lunch hour on Berkeley, beer notations on Skid Row, slinking to Mexico, wrote this last night in Paris, back on Times square dreaming of Times Square, bombed in NY again, loony tunes in the dentist chair, screaming at old poets in South America, aethereal zigzag Poesy in blue hotel room in Peru—a wind-up book of dreams, psalms, journal enigmas & nude minutes from 1953 to 1960 poems scattered in fugitive magazines here collected.
Wake-up nightmares in Lower East Side, musings in public library, across the U.S. in dream auto, drunk in old Havana, brooding in Mayan ruins, sex daydreams on the West Coast, airplane vision of Kansas, lonely in a leafy cottage, lunch hour on Berkeley, beer notations on Skid Row, slinking to Mexico, wrote this last night in Paris, back on Times square dreaming of Times Square, bombed in NY again, loony tunes in the dentist chair, screaming at old poets in South America, aethereal zigzag Poesy in blue hotel room in Peru—a wind-up book of dreams, psalms, journal enigmas & nude minutes from 1953 to 1960 poems scattered in fugitive magazines here collected.
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First published January 1, 1963
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Allen Ginsberg
490 books4,095 followersAllen Ginsberg was a groundbreaking American poet and activist best known for his central role in the Beat Generation and for writing the landmark poem Howl. Born in 1926 in Newark, New Jersey, to Jewish parents, Ginsberg grew up in a household shaped by both intellectualism and psychological struggle. His father, Louis Ginsberg, was a published poet and a schoolteacher, while his mother, Naomi, suffered from severe mental illness, which deeply affected Ginsberg and later influenced his writing—most notably in his poem Kaddish.
As a young man, Ginsberg attended Columbia University, where he befriended other future Beat luminaries such as Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, and Neal Cassady. These relationships formed the core of what became known as the Beat Generation—a loose-knit group of writers and artists who rejected mainstream American values in favor of personal liberation, spontaneity, spiritual exploration, and radical politics.
Ginsberg rose to national prominence in 1956 with the publication of Howl and Other Poems, released by City Lights Books in San Francisco. Howl, an emotionally charged and stylistically experimental poem, offered an unfiltered vision of America’s underbelly. It included candid references to homosexuality, drug use, and mental illness—subjects considered taboo at the time. The poem led to an obscenity trial, which ultimately concluded in Ginsberg’s favor, setting a precedent for freedom of speech in literature.
His work consistently challenged social norms and addressed themes of personal freedom, sexual identity, spirituality, and political dissent. Ginsberg was openly gay at a time when homosexuality was still criminalized in much of the United States, and he became a vocal advocate for LGBTQ+ rights throughout his life. His poetry often intertwined the personal with the political, blending confessional intimacy with a broader critique of American society.
Beyond his literary achievements, Ginsberg was also a dedicated activist. He protested against the Vietnam War, nuclear proliferation, and later, U.S. foreign policy in Latin America. He was present at many pivotal cultural and political moments of the 1960s and 1970s, including the 1968 Democratic National Convention and various countercultural gatherings. His spiritual journey led him to Buddhism, which deeply influenced his writing and worldview. He studied under Tibetan teacher Chögyam Trungpa and helped establish the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado.
Ginsberg’s later years were marked by continued literary output and collaborations with musicians such as Bob Dylan and The Clash. His poetry collections, including Reality Sandwiches, Planet News, and The Fall of America, were widely read and respected. He received numerous honors for his work, including the National Book Award for Poetry in 1974.
He died of liver cancer in 1997 at the age of 70. Today, Allen Ginsberg is remembered not only as a pioneering poet, but also as a courageous voice for free expression, social justice, and spiritual inquiry. His influence on American literature and culture remains profound and enduring.
As a young man, Ginsberg attended Columbia University, where he befriended other future Beat luminaries such as Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, and Neal Cassady. These relationships formed the core of what became known as the Beat Generation—a loose-knit group of writers and artists who rejected mainstream American values in favor of personal liberation, spontaneity, spiritual exploration, and radical politics.
Ginsberg rose to national prominence in 1956 with the publication of Howl and Other Poems, released by City Lights Books in San Francisco. Howl, an emotionally charged and stylistically experimental poem, offered an unfiltered vision of America’s underbelly. It included candid references to homosexuality, drug use, and mental illness—subjects considered taboo at the time. The poem led to an obscenity trial, which ultimately concluded in Ginsberg’s favor, setting a precedent for freedom of speech in literature.
His work consistently challenged social norms and addressed themes of personal freedom, sexual identity, spirituality, and political dissent. Ginsberg was openly gay at a time when homosexuality was still criminalized in much of the United States, and he became a vocal advocate for LGBTQ+ rights throughout his life. His poetry often intertwined the personal with the political, blending confessional intimacy with a broader critique of American society.
Beyond his literary achievements, Ginsberg was also a dedicated activist. He protested against the Vietnam War, nuclear proliferation, and later, U.S. foreign policy in Latin America. He was present at many pivotal cultural and political moments of the 1960s and 1970s, including the 1968 Democratic National Convention and various countercultural gatherings. His spiritual journey led him to Buddhism, which deeply influenced his writing and worldview. He studied under Tibetan teacher Chögyam Trungpa and helped establish the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado.
Ginsberg’s later years were marked by continued literary output and collaborations with musicians such as Bob Dylan and The Clash. His poetry collections, including Reality Sandwiches, Planet News, and The Fall of America, were widely read and respected. He received numerous honors for his work, including the National Book Award for Poetry in 1974.
He died of liver cancer in 1997 at the age of 70. Today, Allen Ginsberg is remembered not only as a pioneering poet, but also as a courageous voice for free expression, social justice, and spiritual inquiry. His influence on American literature and culture remains profound and enduring.
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July 28, 2011
Only partly ashamed to say I stole this from a nameless London bookshop when I was about 17. I still love it.
July 11, 2024
Whatever kind of sandwich Ginsberg is fixin’ me, I’m not eatin’.
“Watcha doin’ there, Al?”
“I’m writin’ a sandwich, man.”
“I’m sorry, you’re…”
“You know how there are, like, layers of reality, like a sandwich?”
“Al, please, I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m gonna get some Taco Bell.”
“Eat your words. Reality Sandwiches!”
“Please don’t use that title for a poem.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
“A collection of poems! Representing layers of—
“Goodbye.”
“Watcha doin’ there, Al?”
“I’m writin’ a sandwich, man.”
“I’m sorry, you’re…”
“You know how there are, like, layers of reality, like a sandwich?”
“Al, please, I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m gonna get some Taco Bell.”
“Eat your words. Reality Sandwiches!”
“Please don’t use that title for a poem.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
“A collection of poems! Representing layers of—
“Goodbye.”
January 2, 2020
"I'm happy, Kerouac, your madman Allen's
finally made it: discovered a new young cat,
and my imagination of an eternal boy
walks on the streets of San Francisco,
handsome, and meets me in cafeterias
and loves me. Ah don't think I'm sickening.
You're angry at me. For all of my lovers?
It's hard to eat shit, without having visions;
when they have eyes for me it's like Heaven."
finally made it: discovered a new young cat,
and my imagination of an eternal boy
walks on the streets of San Francisco,
handsome, and meets me in cafeterias
and loves me. Ah don't think I'm sickening.
You're angry at me. For all of my lovers?
It's hard to eat shit, without having visions;
when they have eyes for me it's like Heaven."
July 29, 2013
I actually like this more than HOWL
brought this with me last weekend for three Pitchfork days
read this in the heat, in the shade, while sitting on a bag of water bottles waiting for Savages, The Breeders, then Belle & Sebastian
loved that these are nude minutes from 1953 to 1960
wondered what my nude minutes are
read "Tears" while sitting inside this concrete gothic window at Bond Chapel, feeling classical like a student again
everywhere is a visible place I can travel when I hear this language of Allen Ginsberg, this kind of "celestial homework" that I waited years to get to, since I picked this up, maybe in 2011, for $2 at Open Books
in a period of dry writing, this is what I'll return to
Reality Sandwiches, this is a much better replacement for Frank O'Hara's lunch poems, and I haven't read Naked Lunch yet so Idk
"Sad Self", "Sather Gate Illumination"
Good
brought this with me last weekend for three Pitchfork days
read this in the heat, in the shade, while sitting on a bag of water bottles waiting for Savages, The Breeders, then Belle & Sebastian
loved that these are nude minutes from 1953 to 1960
wondered what my nude minutes are
read "Tears" while sitting inside this concrete gothic window at Bond Chapel, feeling classical like a student again
everywhere is a visible place I can travel when I hear this language of Allen Ginsberg, this kind of "celestial homework" that I waited years to get to, since I picked this up, maybe in 2011, for $2 at Open Books
in a period of dry writing, this is what I'll return to
Reality Sandwiches, this is a much better replacement for Frank O'Hara's lunch poems, and I haven't read Naked Lunch yet so Idk
"Sad Self", "Sather Gate Illumination"
Good
January 15, 2023
A naked lunch is natural to us,
we eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don’t hide the madness.
~On Burroughs’ Work
Reality Sandwiches is a collection lacking any heavy hitting poems to anchor it. And that’s okay. It doesn’t need them. You might have picked up Ginsberg’s earlier collections just to read their famous title poems, Howl, or Kaddish. But Reality Sandwiches is a team effort.
There’s joyriding with Neal Cassady in The Green Automobile:
While all the time in Eternity
in the wan light of this poem’s radio
we’ll sit behind forgotten shades
hearkening the lost jazz of all Saturdays
And chatting with Joan Burroughs’ ghost in Dream Record:
She
faded in front of me — The next instant
I saw her rain-stained tombstone
rear an illegible epithet
under the gnarled branch of a small
tree in the wild grass
of an unvisited garden in Mexico.
Then there’s the sexual adventure of Love Poem On Theme By Whitman, the “hipster business” night flight of Over Kansas, and the whimsical poetic contemplation of money in American Change — all poems worthy of reading and reading again.
The longer poems in the collection get a bit muddled and lost before they meander to an end, but, altogether, this collection is solid and enjoyable.
we eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don’t hide the madness.
~On Burroughs’ Work
Reality Sandwiches is a collection lacking any heavy hitting poems to anchor it. And that’s okay. It doesn’t need them. You might have picked up Ginsberg’s earlier collections just to read their famous title poems, Howl, or Kaddish. But Reality Sandwiches is a team effort.
There’s joyriding with Neal Cassady in The Green Automobile:
While all the time in Eternity
in the wan light of this poem’s radio
we’ll sit behind forgotten shades
hearkening the lost jazz of all Saturdays
And chatting with Joan Burroughs’ ghost in Dream Record:
She
faded in front of me — The next instant
I saw her rain-stained tombstone
rear an illegible epithet
under the gnarled branch of a small
tree in the wild grass
of an unvisited garden in Mexico.
Then there’s the sexual adventure of Love Poem On Theme By Whitman, the “hipster business” night flight of Over Kansas, and the whimsical poetic contemplation of money in American Change — all poems worthy of reading and reading again.
The longer poems in the collection get a bit muddled and lost before they meander to an end, but, altogether, this collection is solid and enjoyable.
January 24, 2022
There is a god
dying in America
already created
in the imagination of men
made palpable
for adoration:
there is an inner
anterior image
of divinity
beckoning me out
to pilgrimage.
Robert Lowell brought me here. Apparently Ginsburg, Corso and some others were guest of Lowell and Lizzie. Lowell lamented their unkept nature to Elizabeth Bishop and predicted they (the guests) would all die of TB. It wasn't quite all that, but the images are Blake, Whitman and chemical. Slumming in third world iniquity appears to be his chosen vantage.
dying in America
already created
in the imagination of men
made palpable
for adoration:
there is an inner
anterior image
of divinity
beckoning me out
to pilgrimage.
Robert Lowell brought me here. Apparently Ginsburg, Corso and some others were guest of Lowell and Lizzie. Lowell lamented their unkept nature to Elizabeth Bishop and predicted they (the guests) would all die of TB. It wasn't quite all that, but the images are Blake, Whitman and chemical. Slumming in third world iniquity appears to be his chosen vantage.
November 5, 2015
Ginsberg awakes on October 4th, 1957 in Amsterdam and writes that he turns "back to sleep in my dark bed on earth." Then he is off to Paris where he writes "Squeal" which may be a miniature "Howl" written in San Francisco in 1955-56. Entrenched in Paris, he writes of various loves (physical or platonic, it's hard to tell sometimes) then reminisces "To Aunt Rose." In July of '58 he returns to the US, makes a trip to the dentist in "Laughing Gas" and ends this volume living in New York. I'm reading Ginsberg's poetry in the order in which he wrote them, starting with 1947, and these works tell us, intimately, of Ginsberg's life. This is indeed "auto-fiction" (a term I believe created in reference to Proust's "In Search of Lost time") and it is surprisingly honest.
August 17, 2017
The universe is mad, slightly mad.
March 18, 2020
Poetry is difficult but enjoyable. Ginsberg writes such autobiographical lyrics and I am so familiar with his life story that it adds a dimension of fun to the reading. I am seeing a lot of variety in his poetry, and it's giving me an idea of what can be done.
February 20, 2018
3,5 stars**
Some poems I liked much more than others, but I copied down a lot of words so it must mean I found it pretty great.
Some poems I liked much more than others, but I copied down a lot of words so it must mean I found it pretty great.
July 22, 2012
Ok so'Howl' and 'Kaddish' (I'm referring to both the individual poems and collections) were far superior to this one; Ginsberg's defintely done better. However, Reality Sandwiches is ,well, reality sandwiches. Each poem is a deeply personal work that takes you into the mind and life of Allen Ginsberg. Considering that this volume was made up of largely uncollected poems that spanded a great deal of time, the quality of the work is what could be called mildly eclectic, and certian pieces are signifagantly better then others. It's nonetheless still an interesting literary endeavor that's decently put together. There are better beatnit books out there, obviously; so I'd recomed one of thoose. Yet, Reality Sandwiches is a passing poetic feat.
June 20, 2023
¿Y ahora qué leo estos poemas puedo seguir leyendo a Allen?
Me gustó en general. Ese mirar a los momentos cotidianos y combinarlos con una especie de visión surreal, me parecieron muy acertadas y entendibles, pero luego vienen esas partes en donde la droga gano y no entendí ni mierda (y aclaro que al ser poesía todo es muy subjetivo, así que lo que a mi me parece sin pies ni cabeza a otro le puede parecer una genialidad) y al final unio ese mundo sutilmente desdibujado con pitazos de quien sabe qué y no logro encartarme. Ahora solo pensaré si leo más de este hombre
Me gustó en general. Ese mirar a los momentos cotidianos y combinarlos con una especie de visión surreal, me parecieron muy acertadas y entendibles, pero luego vienen esas partes en donde la droga gano y no entendí ni mierda (y aclaro que al ser poesía todo es muy subjetivo, así que lo que a mi me parece sin pies ni cabeza a otro le puede parecer una genialidad) y al final unio ese mundo sutilmente desdibujado con pitazos de quien sabe qué y no logro encartarme. Ahora solo pensaré si leo más de este hombre
November 14, 2015
Read this after watching Kill Your Darlings. Some are beautiful and others are a complete miss for me.
March 14, 2019
"Nobody publishes a word that is not the cowardly robot ravings of a depraved mentality"
-from Death to Van Gogh's Ear (Paris, December 1957)
-from Death to Van Gogh's Ear (Paris, December 1957)
March 28, 2020
Reading this made me think about my 'nude minutes.' My agonies and sorrows, and the internal screams. Probably. I don't know. :s
Nevertheless, I liked reading this collection of poetry.
Nevertheless, I liked reading this collection of poetry.
June 15, 2015
Reality Sandwiches is a collection of eccentric, poignant, and eclectic poems that is just as wonderful as Ginsberg’s masterpiece “Howl”. The poems featured are of a more personal nature and are often over-toned with melancholy and personal references from the poet’s life. I thought that this was an inspiring, energising, and beautiful collection of beat poetry that I look forward to revisiting in the future.
May 28, 2020
I like how these pocket books have their own flavors—I bookmarked most of Kaddish w blue for poems about grief/mourning while Reality Sandwiches was more orange/purple: for happy nonsense and deeper truisms abt life/love/politics
December 6, 2011
It was lost on me.
May 28, 2014
Had its moments, but overall sorta felt real "ooh look how willfully outlandish I am" and irked me. Maybe I'm just not in the right place for Ginsberg right now. I remember enjoying Howl...
March 16, 2017
I feel like I'm not drugged or gay enough to fully appreciate this book. Although what does it have to do with anything?
My Alba and Blessed Be the Muses are my favourites.
My Alba and Blessed Be the Muses are my favourites.
February 7, 2020
Nice way station between Howl and Kaddish. Solid insights into Ginberg's life and methods.
February 13, 2025
Uma coletânea de poemas de meados dos anos 1950 até o início dos anos 1960, demonstrando um pouco da transformação no estilo do autor, que chega a experimentar com formas mais visuais de poesia, e até com novos ritmos. Os temas são clássicos de Ginsberg, entre o desespero quieto de viver na era nuclear, sob a ameaça constante de uma nova guerra que nunca viria; as vivências entre todos os tipos de pessoas, com destaque para os tipos marginalizados e outros artistas. Reflexões frequentes sobre os amigos, Kerouac, Burroughs, Cassady. Os últimos poemas soam um tanto cansados, mas bem escritos. Não chega a ser tão marcante quanto foi Howl e Television was a baby crawling towards that death chamber, mas é familiar em seu estilo, e confortável de ler.
November 30, 2024
I particularly like Allen Ginsberg out of the best poets for the reason that I find his work harder to understand. I think he writes two distinct types of poems: descriptive and abstract. The descriptive poems are exactly that: descriptive of scenes. The second are, for me, borderline unintelligible, but I find them fascinating. I find them fascinating because there is always something in them; sometimes it is obvious but often the meaning is hidden deep. I thoroughly enjoy that style of poetry because it forces you to be an active reader and thinker.
December 26, 2021
I bought this collection secondhand. The only notes left by the previous owner were lines under every use of the word naked. Cheers.
February 11, 2021
As much as I enjoyed "Howl," I think I might prefer this. "My Alba," the first poem in the book, made an immediate impact on me. Ginsberg's internal dialogue not only serves as a reflection of society during that time period, but many of the ideas expressed- especially in "My Alba"- are still very applicable to modern times. The writing is beautiful and innovative- it is in this book that we see Ginsberg start to develop his "eyeball kick" technique, as well as his unique phrasing and line breaks. My copy of this book is filled with annotations because there is just so much to analyze. I've heard so many mixed reviews concerning the Beats, and, while I acknowledge their flaws, I can't help but enjoy their writing, especially Ginsberg's. In my opinion, "Reality Sandwiches" is a masterpiece.
ew someone tell me to stop geeking out about the beat gen why am i like this
ew someone tell me to stop geeking out about the beat gen why am i like this
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November 6, 2020This morning Marti & I read an acceptance speech by Paul Celan in which he says the poem is a message in a bottle, flung out in the hope that one day it will wash up on land (heartland perhaps). Then we read the Genesis account of Noah's ark. Then we reread Ginsberg's "Poem Rocket," with its epigraph from Gregory Corso: "Be a star-screwer!" Ginsberg's poem is the best part of himself, more than his hair, his sperm, or the cells of his body, launched with a Whitmanian prescience of his future readers... far and deep in the reaches of outer space, with antennae and green skin, maybe. Ginsberg's heartland. "Will you eat my poems or read them," he asks... and seems gleefully to hope for the former.
Ginsberg always especially seems to me to be "himself" in these poems, despite the doctrine of "there being no Self" ("The Lion for Real"). He seems to be himself most by way of his identification with a particular transpersonal (or is it interpersonal? literary?) spirit he finds and enunciates: In "Ignu" he invokes and praises a kind of inter-genrational tribal-lineage identity founded on grubbiness and delight: "Two diamonds in the hand one Poetry one Charity / proves we have dreamed and the long sword of intelligence / over which I constantly stumble like my pants at the age six -- embarrassed." And in "At Apollonaire's Grave" he is focused graveside on the ancestral spirit of "Guillame." He prays, "come out of the grave and talk through the door of my mind." And Guillame does come out and and speak its inhabitation of Allen: "I am buried here and sit by my grave beneath a tree." There is no separation of the body, the historical person, the literary persona... each can be transmitted, can inhabit another across time.
I continue to find Allen Ginsberg in these best parts of himself, cock-rocketed to us from the cold middle of the 20th century, to be a paragon of kindness, silly reverence, and universalistic self-authorization... great visionary company, true Ignu.
Ginsberg always especially seems to me to be "himself" in these poems, despite the doctrine of "there being no Self" ("The Lion for Real"). He seems to be himself most by way of his identification with a particular transpersonal (or is it interpersonal? literary?) spirit he finds and enunciates: In "Ignu" he invokes and praises a kind of inter-genrational tribal-lineage identity founded on grubbiness and delight: "Two diamonds in the hand one Poetry one Charity / proves we have dreamed and the long sword of intelligence / over which I constantly stumble like my pants at the age six -- embarrassed." And in "At Apollonaire's Grave" he is focused graveside on the ancestral spirit of "Guillame." He prays, "come out of the grave and talk through the door of my mind." And Guillame does come out and and speak its inhabitation of Allen: "I am buried here and sit by my grave beneath a tree." There is no separation of the body, the historical person, the literary persona... each can be transmitted, can inhabit another across time.
I continue to find Allen Ginsberg in these best parts of himself, cock-rocketed to us from the cold middle of the 20th century, to be a paragon of kindness, silly reverence, and universalistic self-authorization... great visionary company, true Ignu.
January 21, 2016
I liked the poetry in this book. It is well written and simple, which is what I like about Ginsberg, however I read Howl and other poems first- before reading this- and I have to say I am/was a bit disappointed with these poems. The raw intensity and fearlessness that was presented and represented in Howl and the other collection of poetry- which was my first introduction to Ginsberg's work was not as present in these poems. There were phrases and word play that I liked with these writings, but I did not see anything even close to the passion that the other poems were written with. I did however like the last poem which he wrote continuously throughout the day. The others were just watered down and lucid compared to the hard transparancy of Howl. I feel as if I had not known of or read Howl first I would have liked these poems much more, but since my first expierience with Ginsberg was Howl my expectations have been made relatively high for his work knowing what he is capable of. I did like this poetry book though Just not rivetingly. It was good but not great.
November 6, 2017
I haven't read all of it, but enough to know that this is a great book of beat poetry. Ginsberg is one of my least favorite poet...I appreciate "Howl" and enjoyed the artistry of it, as well as many others within the "Howl" book...I've read many poems from many of his other collections, and was mostly unimpressed or just lost in what the hell he was trying to say or do with them...But, this collection has many great poems, that offer glimpses into the mind state and observations of Ginsberg in many places...Someone mentioned Frank O' Hara's Lunch Poems, which is also heavily observational...This collection is at least as good as Lunch Poems, maybe better...I may need to check out more of Ginsberg's work from around this time period...
August 10, 2016
Some of my friends call me a hipster, because I wear horn-rimmed glasses and because I happen to enjoy offbeat culture. Reading this book made me realize that I am waaaaaay too mainstream to be a hipster.
Reading Reality Sandwiches was not an enjoyable experience for me. Most of the poems went over my head, and the ones I actually grasped did not appeal to me - Not even the piece about Burroughs.
What do Allen Ginsberg and Spinal Tap have in common ?
Two-word reviews (See spoiler). (You're more mainstream than me if you don't get the reference!)
Reading Reality Sandwiches was not an enjoyable experience for me. Most of the poems went over my head, and the ones I actually grasped did not appeal to me - Not even the piece about Burroughs.
What do Allen Ginsberg and Spinal Tap have in common ?
Two-word reviews (See spoiler). (You're more mainstream than me if you don't get the reference!)
August 14, 2015
I was a huge fan of the beat authors, though my favorite was not Ginsberg but Kerouac - in fact as a poet I liked Ferlinghetti better than Ginsberg. but some of his poems (obvious choices Howl, Kaddish, and the title poem in this collection, which includes the words "naked lunch" - they became the title of a novel by William Burroughs...
This is one of the pocket poetry series, published by Ferlinghetti - I had at least ten and kept them religiously even after I'd given away most of my books - they now belong to Claire Gleitman's wonderful husband, David DeVries, and I never regret giving them to him!
This is one of the pocket poetry series, published by Ferlinghetti - I had at least ten and kept them religiously even after I'd given away most of my books - they now belong to Claire Gleitman's wonderful husband, David DeVries, and I never regret giving them to him!
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