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William S. Burroughs

To travel in space you must leave the old verbal garbage behind: God talk, country talk, mother talk, love talk, party talk. You must learn to exist with no religion, no country, no allies. You must learn to live alone in silence. Anyone who prays in space is not there. — William S. Burroughs, from… Continue reading William S. Burroughs

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Bob Kaufman

In order to exist I hide behind stacks of red and blue poems And open little sensuous parasols — Bob Kaufman, from “Afterwards They Shall Dance,” Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness. (New Directions, January 17, 1965)

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Robert Creeley

The Woman I have never clearly given to you the associations you have for me, you with such divided presence my dream does not show you. I do not dream. I have compounded these sensations, the accumulation of the things left me by you. Always your tits, not breasts, but harsh sudden rises of impatient… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Allen Ginsberg

I feel as if I am at a dead end and so I am finished. All spiritual facts I realize are true but I never escape the feeling of being closed in and the sordidness of self, the futility of all that I have seen and done and said. Maybe if I continued things would… Continue reading Allen Ginsberg

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Kenneth Rexroth

Do not talk any more. Do not speak. Do not break silence until We are weary of each other. Let our fingers run like steel Carving the contours of our bodies’ gold. Do not speak. My face sinks In the clotted summer of your hair. The sound of the bees stops. Stillness falls like a… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Kenneth Rexroth

Under this tree for a moment, We have escaped the bitterness Of love, and love lost, and love Betrayed. And what might have been, And what might be, fall equally Away with what is, — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Lyell’s Hypothesis Again ,” The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1967)

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Kenneth Rexroth

There are sparkles of rain on the bright Hair over your forehead; Your eyes are wet and your lips Wet and cold, your cheek rigid with cold. Why have you stayed Away so long, why have you only Come to me late at night After walking for hours in wind and rain? Take off your… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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