There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.”
Ernest Hemingway- A Moveable Feast
William Burroughs, Tangier Beach, Morocco, May 1957. photo c. Allen Ginsberg Estate
Un chien andalou (1929)
“I was easy to please. It was the rest of the world that was the problem.” - Charles Bukowski
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Taxi Driver.
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Allen Ginsberg, “An Eastern Ballad”
I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
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