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Wow

I used to love this so much. Ginsberg is just so problematic to me these days. Does anyone else feel this? Ive probably been watching this for 15 years. One of my earliest likes.

This guy is a pedophiloc cia agent and wasnt good at poetry so any of you supporting this try to aeaken your mind so the next generation doesnt get raped like the boomers did

Love this

Beautiful Beautiful

ginsberg was spoken word's prophet, recording albums as well as appearing with dylan, the clash and others.

Spastic!

we were very close. 1992-1994 i got regards from his death bed at the Shambala ceremony after he passed i love you allen forever, in pain and light

lindo

I was sat on a bus on the way home from work one evening in behind an elderly gentleman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Mr. Ginsberg, decided to listen to this for the rest of the journey. The next day I received a call from my uncle informing me my father had died suddenly early that morning. Coincidence or not, this piece will be forever linked to that time.

Straordinario Maurizio Cucchi

Wow...beautiful, gentle....

Un video che è semplicemente straordinario

pure beauty

I'm sobbing myself over this beautiful song sometime I want to make sure all my friends and family and lovers are okay, and then it gets me hard that I know we'll all be gone and sometimes I feel like I'm far from everyone I love and my girlfriend is sleeping here next to me and I'm crying quietly as listening to Allen on the earphones and I love myself and can't be divided to various places to be with everyone and me, I know I'm right where I want to be but it hurts to know I can bring time to everything and everyone life is beautiful meaningful heartful, I hope to be stronger with every day, and continue changing, and getting out of my comfort zone, and be better for my self and my surroundings, till then I'll continue sobbing on Allen Ginsberg's song.

... « Poco è quello che può fare un uomo con le briciole della pietà,/ mangiare pane bagnato nei giorni di pioggia/ a cui poi seguiranno lunghi giorni di vento/ e parlare della necessità,/ parlare della necessità come si parla nei villaggi,/ di tutte le cose piccole che si possono avvolgere con cura in un fazzoletto.»

Un ora e 38 minuti di parole stupende

Un ora e 38 minuti di parole meravigliose

Formidabile Maurizio Cucchi

Eccezionale Maurizio Cucchi

Polansky era un grande bugiardo!

Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn Father Breath once more farewell Birth you gave was no thing ill My heart is still, as time will tell.

Mauro sei la bellezza del nostro intimo. Grazie

As a musician, I feel very close to Ginsberg.

Fact: Ginsberg was an outspoken member and supporter of NAMBLA, a pederast organization

«Играй, гармонь любимая!»

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going Father Death, Don't cry any more Mama's there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please mind the store Old Aunty Death I hear your groans Old Uncle Death I see your bones O Sister Death how sweet your moans O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths Pain is gone, tears take the rest Genius Death your art is done Lover Death your body's gone Father Death I'm coming home Guru Death your words are true Teacher Death I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this Blues Buddha Death, I wake with you Dharma Death, your mind is new Sangha Death, we'll work it through Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn Father Breath once more farewell Birth you gave was no thing ill My heart is still, as time will tell.

Who will write a poem for you, Lawrence? For your prison when you published "Scream" by your friend Allen Ginsberg (1956, the year I was born). Obscene was the accusation of obscenities ... in that diffikult Amerika, as you would write. Rest in peace Man Have a good trip Poet ...

Scrivi benissimo e i tuoi racconti sono metafore essistenziali poetiche.

Quando la ragione s'arresta, senza più ragioni - la poesia comincia a parlare. (Davide Giannelli)

♡

This is good. Needs a beat tho.

A beautiful song that brings me solace following the passing of my father two days ago. R E Upfold 1947 - 2020.

Grazie!

pessimo

What a beauty.

Un altro grande e glorioso eroe della rivoluzione, passato dal duro servizio d’ordine di Lotta Continua al riciclarsi come scrittore. Da evitare accuratamente.

In questi giorni sto rileggendo Napoli greco romana e per curo caso, cercando notizie sul Professor Mario Napoli, ho trovato questo video. L'ho visto tutto e mi è piaciuto tantissimo. Grazie.

"due" sogno impossibile ma irrinunciabile OSEA 2,19

excelente

Great song, shitty sound.

AL MINUTO 57 SI PARLA DELLA VISITA DI BASSANI A VELIA E DELLA SUA POESIA "LA PORTA ROSA"

Se parliamo di ' total garbage' , ci hai prerso in pieno caro Macarietto. Non ti ricorderai, ma da piccoli, venivo nella casa di tuo padre ai Monti Parioli a Roma e giocavamo insieme. C`era anche tuo fratello Alberto e la tua povera nonna, mamma della tua povera mamma. Ricordo tuo fratello fare l`impressione di Charlie Chaplin, vestito con bombetta, bastoncino ecc. Mio padre era il direttore d`orchestra Vito Castorina, che scrisse le musiche per alcune riviste del tuo povero papa`: lui era un genio caro Macarietto. Continua a pedalare quindi, continua, perche` sei ancora indietro.

Fallito. " La luce del distacco/ è nello scacco: la poesia /ti ha messo nel sacco/ ed è volata via! /Così alla fonte/ non c'è più niente,/né l'acqua, né le sue meraviglie/ stagnanti alle caviglie/. Disperso, come in guerra,/ il cuore in una serra,/ la tua sedentaria avventura/ vivi con l'aria di avere paura,/ audace incapace della letteratura!"

Oh. Allen, I love you!

Which instrument is he playing? Is it a type of harmonium? He doesn't have to pump as hard as earlier....!

Bellissimo "ritratto" di Mario Napoli, col quale per molti anni, dal 1951, siamo stati colleghi alla Soprintendenza archeologica di Napoli. L'ho ricordato nel libro "Archeologia e ricordi", edito nel 2003 da Tullio Pironti, nel capitolo "La Porta Rosa".

My dad passed away and man this song hits me like crazy now.

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

I don't mean to be a troll when I say this, but what does anyone see in Allen Ginsbergs poetry? I'm a big fan of poetry and of one of Ginsbergs peers and close friends, William S. Burroughs, and while I can see some similarities or complaints rather in their work, I feel like Burroughs at least has a message beneath all the lurid and sexual imagery whereas Ginsberg is just shock material. Do any of you actually believe his work to be of value or is he just a one hit wonder with "Howl"? To me Ginsberg is a significant literary figure in the sense that he helped the movement against censorship but once taken out of that context his work is extremely dated and bland. Reading his poem "Sphincter" was just plain stupid and did not give me any reason to believe that this man was a great poet.