{"author":"Allen Ginsberg","author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg","total_quotes":43,"quotes":[{"text":"America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["america"],"id":5947,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Man is no form no mighty molecule no justidea alone — all that Thing — I feel man tender radiance at Heart betweenbreast and belly, that physical placewhere the Self urges — delicate sensation.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["feeling","humanity","poetry"],"id":13163,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["god"],"id":16059,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"America, the plum blossoms are falling.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["america","plum-blossoms","poem"],"id":21422,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Every American wants MORE MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more more dead matter, machinery, possessions \u0026 rugs \u0026 fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["americans","feelings","possessions","rugs","world"],"id":25607,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border or laying in a hotel room over the body of some suffering man or woman; rather jar my body down the road, crying by a diner in the Western sun; rather crawl on my naked belly over the tincans of Cincinnati; rather drag a rotten railroad tie to a Golgotha in the Rockies; rather, crowned with thorns in Galveston, nailed hand and foot in Los Angeles, raised up to die in Denver, pierced in the side in Chicago, perished and tombed in New Orleans and resurrected in 1958 somewhere on Garret Mountain, come down roaring in a blaze of hot cars and garbage, streetcorner Evangel in front of City I-Tall, surrounded by statues of agonized lions, with a mouthful of shit, and the hair rising on my scalp, screaming and dancing in praise of Eternity annihilating the sidewalk, annihilating reality, screaming and dancing against the orchestra in the destructible ballroom of the world, blood streaming from my belly and shoulders flooding the city with its hideous ecstasy, rolling over the pavements and highways by the bayoux and forests and derricks leaving my flesh and my bones hanging on the trees.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["beat-generation","drugs","life","madness","poetry"],"id":41015,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["influence","public-opinion"],"id":44275,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Democracy! Bah! When I hear that word I reach for my feather boa!","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["beat-generation","democracy"],"id":64717,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["beat","democracy","gay","poet","poetry","politics"],"id":67131,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"},{"text":"Poets are Damned... But See with the Eyes of Angels.","author":"Allen Ginsberg","tags":["angels"],"id":96833,"author_id":"Allen+Ginsberg"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":43,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}