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)
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
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
Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it. ― Lenore Kandel, Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel. (North Atlantic Books; First Edition edition, April 10, 2012)