Status Updates From The Essential Ginsberg

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“hurtling through the street
in the auto of our fate
we share an archangelic cigarette
and tell each other's fortunes:
fames of supernatural illumination, bleak rainy gaps of time, great art learned in desolation
and we beat apart after six decades...”

i had to pause my reading because the next poem is howl and i’m too tired to fully enjoy it

i’ve always liked ginsberg poems and i’m happy to finally have a collection to read from

“Deviants from the mass sexual stereotype, quietists, those who will not work for money, or fib and make arms for hire, or join armies in murder and threat, those who wish to loaf, think, rest in visions, act beautifully on their own, speak truthfully in public, inspired by Democracy — what is their psychic fate now in America?”