Becoming the Evil Dog
Over and over the night plays on this page. I’m in my head… “I’m in love with a scarlet whore”… She teaches me these nightly lessons… A beast I’ve become!!! Many faces shining in the moon’s light paint an image of myself which is false when held to the light…
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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