All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is.
One does not want a poem to serve anything; the liberating god of poetry does not endorse servitude.
A photograph of Ken Kesey at Hotel Excelsior by Allen Ginsberg, December 14, 1989.
The mind is its own place, and in itself. Can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.
Ann-Margret photographed for Life Magazine, 1971
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