Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Interpretation
The quote critiques the overly sentimental and emotional responses to life's experiences, suggesting a need for clarity amidst chaos.
In this quote, Allen Ginsberg expresses a strong skepticism towards the plethora of emotional and spiritual experiences that are often idolized in society. He refers to visions, omens, and dreams as layers of 'sensitive bullshit,' highlighting the distractions they create from reality. Ginsberg suggests that while these experiences can be compelling, they can also cloud our judgment and prevent us from seeing the truth of our circumstances.
In practice
In a speech about altering perceptions in art, one might use this quote to challenge the audience's views on emotional responses.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.
Marijuana is a useful catalyst for specific optical and aural aesthetic perceptions. I apprehended the structure of certain pieces of jazz and classical music in a new manner under the influence of marijuana, and these apprehensions have remained valid in years of normal consciousness.
Many seek and never see, anyone can tell them why. O they weep and O they cry and never take until they try unless they try it in their sleep and never some until they die. I ask many, they ask me. This is a great mystery.
What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?
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.
Sometime Iβll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.
For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown
Man is certainly crazy. He could not make a mite, and he makes gods by the dozen.
Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated.
The afterlife looks different to every soul," he said, "depending on whatthey believe. For that guy, Egypt must've made a strong impression when he was young , maybe." "And if someone doesn't believe in any afterlife?" i asked. Walt gave me a sad look. "Then that's what they experience.
You have to find out who you are aside from what the media say you are. If you've become reliant on them for kind of a sense of self, then you're really screwed.
Self is the only oil that makes the chariot-wheels of the hypocrite move in all religious concerns.
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