My idol.

Peter Orlovsky and Allen Ginsberg by Richard Avedon, 1963

(Source: plstko)

1. Book of Sketches - Jack Kerouac
2. Big Sur - Jack Kerouac
3. Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut
4. Naked Lunch - William Burroughs
5. Scott Pilgrim (Books 2 and 3) - Brian O’Malley
6. The Dharma Bums - Jack Kerouac
7. Poetry and Prose - Walt Whitman
8. Collected Poems - Allen Ginsberg
9. The Complete Poetry and Prose - William Blake
10. The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching - Thich Nhat Hanh
11. Confessions of a Buddhist Atheist - Stephen Batchelor
12. Spontaneous Mind (Interviews) - Allen Ginsberg
13. Death and Fame - Allen Ginsberg

…And now 3 weeks to finish it all.

I cannot feel the moth-ridden drapes plaguing

San Franciscan tenements nor the texture of the intricate

yet dour Chinamen rugs not the

beat of a pillaged heart: not mine yet is nor the

ding dong of a taxicab – filet minion

in tow thank you very much nor the abstract expression of Beats

who long ago swallowed and ingested their last

breathes with an unforeseen greed nor the ebony-colored

gospel and quire amidst piss and vermin (devoid

of baroque) and in the end I’ll come

to that undead cubicle in the North-West corner

of the room and

masturbate for eternity

One thing that peeves me greatly is that I cannot find any Gregory Corso books at the library.

And now I’m peeved.

Hal Chase, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William Burroughs on the campus of Columbia University in the winter of 1944-45.

© Allen Ginsberg/Corbis

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I need to take a shit, and I want to read my Allen Ginsberg interviews book.

What perfect timing. I love this kind of multitasking.

I’m not sure why, but I always feel slightly sentimental when sitting on the toilet.

I found a book with a compilation of interviews of Ginsberg.

His philosophies and ways of thinking are blowing my mind. I feel enlightened.

(Source: chuckwilsondb)