Scientist alone is true poet.
Allen Ginsberg Quotes
America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
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| Birth: | 3rd June, 1926 |
| Death: | 5th April, 1997 |
| Nationality: | American |
| Profession: | Poet, Writer |
About
Allen Ginsberg was an American poet and one of the leading figures of both the Beat Generation of the 1950s and the counterculture that soon would follow. He vigorously opposed militarism, economic materialism and sexual repression. Ginsberg is best known for his epic poem "Howl", in which he denounced what he saw as the destructive forces of capitalism and conformity in the United States. In 1957, "Howl" attracted widespread publicity when it became the subject of an obscenity trial, as it depicted heterosexual and homosexual sex at a time when sodomy laws made homosexual acts a crime in every U.S. state. Ginsberg was a practicing Buddhist who studied Eastern religious disciplines extensively. Ginsberg took part in decades of non-violent political protest against everything from the Vietnam War to the War on Drugs. His collection The Fall of America shared the annual U.S. National Book Award for Poetry in 1974. In 1979 he received the National Arts Club gold medal and was inducted into the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters. In 1986 he was awarded the Golden Wreath of the Struga Poetry Evenings in Struga, Macedonia. Ginsberg was a Pulitzer Prize finalist in 1995 for his book Cosmopolitan Greetings: Poems 1986–1992.
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