Allen Ginsberg Is A Tremendous Warrior As

Plant A Garden In Which Strange Plants Grow And Mysteries Bloom.

I've Never Seen Crack Or A Lot Of These New Drugs. Don't Know Anything About Them. I Don't Know What They Do For You, Or Whether They Do Anything Good For You Or Not. But I Do Still Have A Lot Of Faith In The Spiritual Purity Of Lsd And Pot.

But If The Strength Ain't Real, I Recall Thinking The Very Last Thing That Day, Before I Finally Passed Out, Then The Weakness Sure Enough Is. Weakness Is True And Real. I Used To Accuse The Kid Of Faking His Weakness. But Faking Proves The Weakness Is Real. Or You Wouldn't Be So Weak As To Fake It. No, You Can't Ever Fake Being Weak. You Can Only Fake Being Strong. . .

Never Before Did I Realize That Mental Illness Could Have The Aspect Of Power, Power. Think Of It: Perhaps The More Insane A Man Is, The More Powerful He Could Become. Hitler An Example. Fair Makes The Old Brain Reel, Doesn't It?

I Sometimes Have These Spells Of Compulsive Truth. But As Lady Macbeth Would Say, "the Fit Is Momentary."