orderisdivine:

Lew Welch, “Chicago Poem” (excerpt)

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derrierelasalledebains:

Harold Norse

Peter Orlovsky

Allen Ginsberg

Neal Cassady & I went upstairs to attic at Millbrook estate Castalia Foundation big house where Timothy Leary and friends were then experimenting with DMT, a half hour trip - here Neal resting eyes closed with Millbrook lady friend (Susan Metzner, wife of Dr Ralph Metzner) in charge of holding the vile of liquid psychedelica. I’d driven upstate from New York City with Ken Kesey & Merry Pranksters in their day glo painted bus recently arrived East crosscountry from California, Neal at the wheel, Fall 1964.

c. Allen Ginsberg Estate

“Poet Joanne Kyger in mirror, her husband Gary Snyder with notebook Peter Orlovsky eating sweetcake, we stopped at chai-wallah’s stand in hill countryside, maybe near Almora or Kausani or small railroad stop waiting train on Pilgrimage to ancient Buddhist sites, India February 1962.”

So he drank himself to death. Which is only another way of living, of handling the pain and foolishness of knowing that it’s all a dream, a great, baffling, silly emptiness, after all. —  Allen Ginsberg, on Jack Kerouac (via un-soir)

Ah America, so big, so sad, so black, you’re like the leafs of a dry summer that go crinkly ere August found its end, you’re hopeless, everyone you look on you, there’s nothing but the dry drear hopelessness, the knowledge of impending death, the suffering of present life, lights of Christmas wont save you or anybody, any more you could put Christmas lights on a dead bush in August, at night, and make it look like something, what is this Christmas you profess, in this void? … in this nebulous cloud? —  Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via you-are-jeff)

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Peter Orlovsky on the Howrah Bridge that spans the Hooghly River (Ganges), Calcutta, Summer 1962. c. Allen Ginsberg Estate.

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