My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women’s feet and asked for forgiveness.
Dean’s California – wild, sweaty, important, the land of lonely and exiled and eccentric lovers come to forgather like birds, and the land where everybody somehow looked like broken-down, handsome, decadent movie actors.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now – girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
Some’s bastards, some’s ain’t. That’s the score.
Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything.
A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.
In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.
My life is a vast inconsequential epic.
Walking on water wasn’t built in a day.
Don’t think of words when you stop but to see the picture better.
They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.
I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.
So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.
I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?
No time for poetry but exactly what is.
Details are the Life of Prose.
Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.
A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street...