Kaddish and Other Poems Quotes

“What came is gone forever every time”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“No more to say, and nothing to weep for”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
shout blind on the phonograph”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Burroughs a purest ignu his haircut is a cream his left finger pinkey chopped off for early ignu reasons metaphysical spells love spells with psychoanalysts
his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Death which is the mother of the universe!—Now wear your nakedness forever, white flowers in your hair, your marriage sealed behind the sky—no revolution might destroy that maidenhood”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish

“the day of the publication of the true literature of the American body will be day of Revolution
the revolution of the sexy lamb”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Now is the time of prophecy without death as a consequence
the universe will ultimately disappear
Hollywood will rot on the windmills of Eternity
Hollywood whose movies stick in the throat of God
Yes Hollywood will get what it deserves
Time
Seepage of nerve-gas over the radio
History will make this poem prophetic and its awful silliness a hideous spiritual music
I have the moan of doves and the feather of ecstasy
Man cannot long endure the hunger of the cannibal abstract”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance,”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Love that bore me I bear back to my Origin with no loss, I float over the vomiter
thrilled with my deathlessness, thrilled with this endlessness I dice and bury,
come Poet shut up eat my word, and taste my mouth in your ear.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“- an ant's dream's
funnier than
ours
- he has more of them
faster and seems
to give less of
a shit -”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Burroughs ... his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“I am the defense early warning radar system
I see nothing but bombs”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Unspeakable King of the roads that are gone — Unintelligible Horse riding out of the
graveyard — Sunset spread over Cordillera and insect — Gnarl Moth —
Griever — Laugh with no mouth, Heart that never had flesh to die — Promise that was not made — Reliever, whose blood burns in a million animals wounded —
O Mercy, Destroyer of the World, O Mercy, Creator of Breasted Illusions, O Mercy,
cacophonous warmouthed doveling, Come”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Naomi: ‘And when we die we become an onion, a cabbage, a carrot, or a squash, a vegetable.’ I come downtown from Columbia and agree. She reads the Bible, thinks beautiful thoughts all day.
‘Yesterday I saw God. What did he look like? Well, in the afternoon I climbed up a ladder—he has a cheap cabin in the country, like Monroe, N.Y. the chicken farms in the wood. He was a lonely old man with a white beard.
‘I cooked supper for him. I made him a nice supper—lentil soup, vegetables, bread & butter—miltz—he sat down at the table and ate, he was sad.
‘I told him, Look at all those fightings and killings down there, What’s the matter? Why don’t you put a stop to it?
‘I try, he said—That’s all he could do, he looked tired. He’s a bachelor so long, and he likes lentil soup.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger
Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the Universe how am I chosen
In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served
Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your Mercy.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“with your eyes/with your Death full of Flowers.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Poet is Priest
Money has reckoned the soul of America
Congress broken thru to the precipice of Eternity
the president built a War machine which will vomit and rear Russia out of Kansas
The American Century betrayed by a mad Senate which no longer sleeps with its wife.
Franco has murdered Lorca the fairy son of Whitman
just as Maykovsky committed suicide to avoid Russia
Hart Crane distinguished Platonist committed suicide to cave in the wrong America
just as millions of tons of human wheat were burned in secret caverns under the White House
while India starved and screamed and ate mad dogs full of rain
and mountains of eggs were reduced to white powder in the halls of Congress
no godfearing man will walk there again because of the stink of the rotten eggs of America
and the Indians of Chiapas continue to gnaw their vitaminless tortillas
aborigines of Australia perhaps gibber in the eggless wilderness
and I rarely have an egg for breakfast tho my work requires infinite eggs to come to birth in Eternity
eggs should be eaten or given to their mothers
and the grief of the countless chickens of America is expressed in the screaming of her comedians over the radio”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“What’s sacred when the Thing is all the universe?
creeps to every soul like a vampire-organ singing behind
moonlit clouds —
poor being come squat
under bearded stars in a dark field in Peru
to drop my load — I’ll die in horror that I die!
Not dams or pyramids but death, and we to prepare for that
nakedness, poor bones sucked dry by His long mouth
of ants and wind, & our souls murdered to prepare
His Perfection!
The moment’s come, He’s made His will revealed forever
and no flight into old Being further than the stars will not
find terminal in the same dark swaying port
of unbearable music
No refuge in Myself, which is on fire
or in the World which is His also to bomb & Devour!
Recognize His might! Loose hold
of my hands — my frightened skull
— for I had chose self-love —
my eyes, my nose, my face, my cock, my soul — and now
the faceless Destroyer!
A billion doors to the same new Being!
The universe turns inside out to devour me!
and the mighty burst of music comes from out the inhuman
door —”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“All the accumulations of life, that wear us out - clocks, bodies, consciousness, shoes, breasts - begotten sons - your Communism - "Paranoia" into hospitals.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems

“Yesterday I saw God. What did he look like? Well, in the afternoon I climbed up a ladder—he has a cheap cabin in the country, like Monroe, N.Y. the chicken farms in the wood. He was a lonely old man with a white beard.
‘I cooked supper for him. I made him a nice supper—lentil soup, vegetables, bread & butter—miltz—he sat down at the table and ate, he was sad.
‘I told him, Look at all those fightings and killings down there, What’s the matter? Why don’t you put a stop to it?
‘I try, he said—That’s all he could do, he looked tired. He’s a bachelor so long, and he likes lentil soup.”
― Allen Ginsberg, KADDISH. For Naomi Ginsberg, 1894-1956. With Two Other Related Poems WHITE SHROUD and BLACK SHROUD. Limited Edition.

“The weight of the world is love.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Kaddish and Other Poems