Alan Ginsberg was fabulous. The man is so filled with energy. He's 65 years old and he's just loaded with energy and charm and wit and his mind is constantly racing.
I never really read Allen Ginsberg poetry, even though I have a book he gave me.
I think Allen [Ginsberg] was a person who's like a child.
I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.
I never saw [Allen Ginsberg] as some kind of crazy figure.
The beat generation is a coffeehouse full of people expectantly looking at their watches waiting for the beat generation to come on.
Allen [ Ginsberg] was a particular friend, one of my heroes, really. I knew him almost as long as I've been writing.
There was an Old Man with an owl, Who continued to bother and howl; He sate on a rail, and imbibed bitter ale, Which refreshed that Old Man and his owl.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.
What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?
The musquetos continue to infest us in such manner that we can scarcely exist. My dog even howls with the torture he experiences.
The Beat thing happened when I was younger. I used to run away from home, inspired by the Beats, like in '64 and '65.
Allen Ginsberg was a remarkable guy. He was himself. He was an original.
I refuse to be. In the madhouse of the inhuman I refuse to live. With the wolves of the market place I refuse to howl.
Then there you are, then. The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he's really in love, and not before." Michael to Sophie about wether or not Howl is really in love with Lettie. pg, 170
I can't play guitar, but I can sure make it howl.
God howls with laughter at earthly plans, you know?
I've listened to and know Allen Ginsberg music and met him a couple of times, but I don't have any strong statements to make.
He who cannot howl will not find his pack.
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
The Deep South might be wretched, but it can howl.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
