I admire Allen Ginsberg's poetry beyond words....here are some of my favorite works written by Ginsberg.

The Terms in Which I Think of Reality
Is About
Transcription of Organ Music"

The Terms in Which I Think of Reality

Reality is a question
of realizing how real
the world is already.

Time is Eternity,
ultimate and immovable,
everyone's an angel.

It's Heaven's mystery
of changing perfection :
absolute Eternity

changes ! Cars are always
going down the street,
lamps go off and on.

It's a great flat plain;
we can see everything
on top of a table.

Clams open on the table,
lambs are eaten by worms
on the plain. The motion

of change is beautiful,
as well as form called
in and out of being.

Next : to distinguish process
in its particularity with
an eye to the initiation

of gratifying new changes
desired in the real world.
here we're overwhelmed

with such unpleasant detail
we dream again of Heaven.
For the world is a mountain

of shit : if it's going to
be moved at all, it's got
to be taken by handfuls.

Man lives like the unhappy
whore on River Street who
in her Eternity gets only

a couple of bucks and a lot
of snide remarks in return
for seeking physical love

the best way she knows how,
never really heard of a glad
job or joyous marriage or

a difference in the heart :
or thinks it isn't for her,
which is her worst misery.


America I've given you all and now I'm nothing
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January
	17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself though the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are you libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India>
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I
	need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not
	the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back
	it's sinister
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical 
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday 
	somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and star at the roses 
	in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle
	Max after he came over from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by
	Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility.  Business-
	men are serious.  Movie producers are serious.
	Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of
	marijuana millions of genitals and unpublishable
	private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour
	and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of 
	underprivileged who live in my flowerpots 
	under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers
	is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that 
	I'm a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as 
	individual as his automobiles more so they're
	all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500
	down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die.
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me Com-
	munist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a
	handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
	speeches were free everybody was angelic and
	sentimental about the workers it was all so sin-
	cere you have no idea what a good thing the 
	pary was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand 
	old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me
	cry I once saw Israel Amter plain.  Everybody
	must have been a spy.
America you don't really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen.
	And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power
	mad. She wants to take our cars from out our
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's 
	Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia.
	Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta-
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read.
	Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us
	all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the telecision set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes
	in precision parts factories, I'm nearsighted and
	psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

---Berkeley, January 17, 1956

Is About

Dylan is about the Individual against the whole creation
Beethoven is about one man's fist in the lightning clouds
The Pope is about abortion & the spirits of the dead...
Television is about people sitting in their living room looking at 
	their things
America is about being a big Country full of Cowboys Indidans Jews
	Negroes & Americans
Orientals Chicanos Factories skyscrapers Niagara Falls Steel Mills
	radios homeless Conservatives, don't forget
Russia is about Czars Stalin Poetry Secret Police Communism
	barefoot in the snow
But that's not really Russia it's a concept
A concept is about how to look at the earth from the moon
without ever getting there.  The moon is about love & Werewolves,
	also Poe
Poe is about looking at the moon from the sun
	or else the graveyard
Everything is about something if you're a thin movie producer
  	chain-smoking muggles
The world is about overpopulation, Imperial invasions, Biocide
	Genocide, Fratricidal Wars, Starvation, Holocaust, mass injury &
	 murder, high technology
Super science, atom Nuclear Neutron Hydrogen detritus, Radiation
	Compassion Buddha, Alchemy
Communication is about monopoly television radio movie newspaper
	spin on Earth, i.e. planetary censorship.
Universe is about Universe.
Allen Ginsberg is about confused mind writing down newspaper    
	headlines from Mars -
The audience is about salvation, the listeners are aBOUT SEX, 	Spiritual gymnastics, nostalgia for the Steam Engine & Pony 	Express
Hitler Stalin Roosevelt & Churchill are about arithmetic &
	Quadrilateral equations, above all chemistry physics & chaos
	theory -
Who cares what it's all about?
I do! Edgar Allen Poe cares! Shelly cares! Beethoven & Dylan care.
Do you care?
What are you about
or are you a human being with 10 fingers and two eyes?

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