America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!
Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.
Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine, jiggling your knees blankly in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.
The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.
The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.
Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.
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