Allen Ginsberg with his own portrait of William S. Burroughs, New York, NY, 1986.
Jack Kerouac, Lucien Carr and Allen Ginsberg 1959
"angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night"
“Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers. When we make ourselves high priests of art we deceive ourselves again, art is like a genie. It is more powerful than ourselves, but only by virtue of ourselves does it exist and create.” — Ginsberg to Kerouac, September, 1945
American poet, Allen Ginsberg