I'm Amanda. I care about things that matter and a lot of things that don't and I have better taste in music than you do. I have 2 cats and a lot of opinions.
"Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of
"Poet professor in autumn years
seeks helpmate companion protector friend
young lover w/empty compassionate soul
exuberant spirit, straightforward handsome
athletic physique & boundless mind, courageous
warrior who may also like women&girls, no problem,
to share bed meditation apartment Lower East Side,
help inspire mankind conquer world anger & guilt,
empowered by Whitman Blake Rimbaud Ma Rainey & Vivaldi,
familiar respecting Art’s primordial majesty, priapic carefree
playful harmless slave or master, mortally tender passing swift time,
photographer, musician, painter, poet, yuppie or scholar
Find me here in New York alone with the Alone
going to lady psychiatrist who says Make time in your life
for someone you can call darling, honey, who holds you dear
can get excited & lay his head on your heart in peace."
"I met Einstein in a dream
Springtime on Princeton lawn grass
I kneeled down and kissed his young thumb
like a ruddy pope
his fresh face broad cheeked rosy
“I invented a universe separate,
something like a Virgin” -
“Yes, the creature gives birth to itself,”
I quoted from Mescaline
We sat down open air universal summer
to eat lunch, professor’s wives
at the Tennis Court Club,
our meeting eternal, as expected,
my gesture to kiss his fist
considering the Atom Bomb I didn’t mention"
"Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!"
Footnote to HOWL
Allen Ginsberg and Thelonious Monk, New York 1961
"I think a lot of homosexual conflict comes from internalizing society’s distrust of your loves, finally doubting your own loves, and therefore not being able to act on them."
"..America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations…"
Excerpt from: America by Allen Ginsberg (via crazyinmoloch)
my kind of america, no?
"Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness."