To see Void vast infinite look out the window into the blue sky. — Allen Ginsberg, from Haiku Mind by Patricia Donegan (Shambhala, 2010) Advertisements
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. — Jack Kerouac, The DharmaBums. (Penguin Books; Reissue edition May 27, 1976) Originally published 1958.
A voice sobs on colored sand Where colored horses run Athwart the surf Us alone in the universe Where griefs move like the sea Of the love lost Under the morning star Creeping down the sky Into pale blind water And we make love At the very edge of the cliff Where the vineyards end… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth
Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations. — Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Love comes quietly, finally, drops about me, on me, in the old ways. What did I know thinking myself able to go alone all the way. — Robert Creeley, from “Love Comes Quietly” The Collected Poems of Robert Creeley: 1945-1975 (University of California Press, 1982)
Beat doesn’t mean tired or bushed, so much as it means beato, the Italian for beatific: to be in a state of beatitude, like St. Francis, trying to love all life, trying to be utterly sincere with everyone, practicing endurance, kindness, cultivating joy of heart. How can this be done in our mad modern world… Continue reading Jack Kerouac
“Whether or not, it is no question now, Of time or place, or even how, It is not time for questions now, Nor yet the place.” The soft lights of your face Arrange themselves in memories Of smiles and frowns. — Kenneth Rexroth, from “The Thin Edge of Your Pride,” The collected shorter poems (New… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth