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thehalfwaypost · 11 months ago
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puffsaddy · 1 year ago
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i don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
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welcometololaland · 7 months ago
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I forgot about owen and horatio the hairless cat but now i can't stop thinking about how lone star is actually a tv show about pets and tarlos and found family with a little firefighting on the side
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autodestructionismyart · 12 days ago
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To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard.
Allen Ginsberg
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xxmrswayxx · 1 year ago
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lessvlese · 5 months ago
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" We're all golden sunflowers inside. "
- Allen Ginsberg (June 3, 1926 - April 5, 1997)
📷 mine
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sadzimo · 7 months ago
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Also gonna drop this poem/quote without any context ( until later )
A naked lunch is natural to us,
we eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don't hide the madness.
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ghostowlattic · 1 year ago
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Allen Ginsberg - STAY AWAY FROM THE WHITE HOUSE
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drsilverfish · 2 years ago
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Thinking About Alan Ginsberg and Holy Ghost Narrator Dean
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The song which plays out the ending of SPNWin 1x01 Pilot is “I’d Love to Change the World” by Ten Years After (1971) which I think is pretty significant. It’s a song about the counter-culture of John Winchester’s era in the 1960s/70s: 
“Everywhere is freaks and hairies Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity?
Tax the rich, feed the poor 'Til there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you”
That sounds like Narrator-Dean telling us he wishes he could change Narrator-Chuck’s story (and hello queer culture reference).
I was thinking about how Kerouac’s On the Road inspired Kripke in the creation of Supernatural, and how Holy Ghost Narrator Dean feels inspired by Kerouac’s friend Ginsberg. 
Dean-as-Narrator-God is reflecting on war-trauma and its impacts, in his (re)telling of his parents’ stories in The Winchesters. 
John and Carlos’ Vietnam War trauma (which John visited on his sons) Lata’s father’s war trauma (which he visited violently on her) but also Dean’s own war trauma, inherited from his father John and his father God, and lived bloody in his long battle against God (externally) and his father’s ghost (internally). 
1x04 Masters of War, in which John seems to accept Mars-Neto’s challenge to become a killer in the war against the Akrida (taking on the continuing mantle of war, rather than dealing with his PTSD by going to therapy, like Carlos) is a reference to Bob Dylan’s anti-war (and anti-war profiteering) song of that name. Dylan and Alan Ginsberg were good friends, and Ginsberg was also vocally anti-Vietnam War. 
This put me in mind of Ginsberg’s own amazing anti-war poem Wichita Vortex Sutra (1966) in which he declares the end of the Vietnam War.
 Doesn’t it sound like Holy Ghost Narrator Dean to you?
Wichita Vortex Sutra - Allan Ginsberg (1966)
https://genius.com/Allen-ginsberg-wichita-vortex-sutra-3-annotated
I’m an old man now
and a lonesome man in Kansas
but not afraid        to speak my lonesomeness in a car,        because not only my lonesomeness            it’s Ours, all over America,
               O tender fellows—
           & spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy
           in the moon 100 years ago or in
               the middle of Kansas now
It’s not the vast plains mute our mouths
           that fill at midnite with ecstatic language        when our trembling bodies hold each other            breast to breast on a mattress—
Not the empty sky that hides                the feeling from our faces    nor our skirts and trousers that conceal        the bodylove emanating in a glow of beloved skin,            white smooth abdomen down to the hair                between our legs,
   It’s not a God that bore us that forbid
       our Being, like a sunny rose
               all red with naked joy
       between our eyes & bellies, yes
All we do is for this frightened thing        we call Love, want and lack—    fear that we aren’t the one whose body could be        beloved of all the brides of Kansas City,        kissed all over by every boy of Wichita—
O but how many in their solitude weep aloud like me—        On the bridge over Republican River            almost in tears to know                how to speak the right language—
       on the frosty broad road
           uphill between highway embankments
I search for the language                that is also yours—
almost all our language has been taxed by war.,,,
https://allenginsberg.org/2022/02/m-f-21/
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familiarquotation · 2 years ago
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It’s too long that I have been alone It’s too long that I’ve sat up in bed without anyone to touch on the knee, man or woman I don’t care what anymore, I want love I was born for I want you with me now
Allen Ginsberg, Message, 1958
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ubu507 · 2 years ago
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Past The Limit You Toy With My Uncompleted Desires To Penetrate Into Deeper Desires Holy The Abyss Dreams Interrupted
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sharingcitrusfruit · 2 years ago
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girl, aging girl.
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bvar · 2 years ago
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Originally posted by @dogbreathw from Gomel Chesed Cemetery in #newarknj “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness...” #poem #poetry #ginsberg #allenginsberg #grave #cemetery (at Newark, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm9RD4gr3bY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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juliemellorpoet · 2 years ago
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Horses, horses ...
Horses, horses …
Here’s a jumble of personal histories, my mother’s wedding ring case from Benji Harral’s in Barnsley, my grandmother’s eternity ring, bought by saving points from Players cigarettes, and her mother’s silver pocket watch.The background carousel image is a postcard I bought in Paris about 15 years ago, ‘Jardin des Tuilerie, Paris 1951’ (Izis). And it’s all inspired by the still life photographs in…
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