The night sky is like the pure Space of the imagination — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Theory of Numbers,” The Collected Shorter Poems (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1967) Advertisements
Once more I wander in the warm evening Calling the heart to order and the stiff brain To passion. — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Autumn in California,” Selected Poems (New Directions, 1984)
A day late– your love was still there. Little bits of it. — Robert Creeley, from “Little Time–and Place,” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley: 1945-1975 (University of California Press, 1982)
My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears. ― Jack Kerouac, Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings. (Penguin Books; Fourth Printing edition, November 1, 2000) Originally published November 1st 1999.
The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I always identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you’ve seemed to… Continue reading Jack Kerouac
Junk turns the user into a plant. Plants do not feel pain since pain has no function in a stationary organism. Junk is a pain killer. A plant has no libido in the human or animal sense. Junk replaces the sex drive. Seeding is the sex of the plant and the function of opium is… Continue reading William S. Burroughs
To see Void vast infinite look out the window into the blue sky. — Allen Ginsberg, from Haiku Mind by Patricia Donegan (Shambhala, 2010)